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Captain Jack Sparrow ([personal profile] andajarofdirt) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-07-10 04:28 am

[OPEN] The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed...

 Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow (& Jack) & YOU!
Setting: Room 2-18, the dormitory hallway
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: There's now a Jack Sparrow in the Tower. Captain Jack Sparrow. There's also a Jack. Just Jack. One of them is a smelly, tricky bastard and the other one is wearing the white bodysuit abomination. You know, fun times.
Warnings: Undead monkey shenanigans. Lots of "bugger!".  Also, Jack Sparrow parading around in the starting white bodysuit. Enjoy.

[So there's Jack, dear roommates, dreads falling all over his face, weighted down by all that crap he's braided into his hair over the years. And wearing the bodysuit. You know the one. White, skin-tight, impossibly shiny. Yeah. So there's Jack, wincing a little as he squeaks - he's trying to move, you see, but the suit squeaks any time he moves - his way to his trunk.

He's read his letters, you see. But Jackie deary is a pirate. There are trunks here. Why shouldn't he take a look. Why shouldn't he start with the one at the foot of his own bed.

Oh, right.

Because the moment he opens the trunk, there's a bloody screeching monkey coming out of it, that's why.]

Oh, not you!


[Poor, poor Jack, scrambling around the room, trying to get a hold of the squirmy, undead pest. Poor, poor you, roommate dear, having to come in and find a grown man  - in dreads - yowling after the monkey. While wearing the squeaky, shiny, white, skin-tight bodysuit.

Joy.]









[Sometime later - a long time later -  Jack finds himself strolling down the dormitory hallways, moving with that perpetual sway of his and finally dressed in proper clothes. That is, his own. Where is Jack the monkey? He doesn't know. He doesn't care to find out.  He's much more interested in having a look around.

This is certainly nothing quite like... there.

Nothing quite like anywhere he's ever been, matter of fact, in life or death or in between. And then, he finds a network terminal. Should you wander around, you will find him studying the thing and gesticulating at it, making faces and waving his hands around.

You know, being Jack Sparrow.]
 
absolute_perception: (psychic backlash 3)

[personal profile] absolute_perception 2012-08-14 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Instantly, Elian squeaked out a scream. "GET IT OFF!"

His arms flailed as the monkey jumped from shoulder to shoulder, and around his torso. The young Alter user was moving around in a lopsided, awkward type of dance to try to catch the monkey and failing.
absolute_perception: (Can we rest please?)

[personal profile] absolute_perception 2012-08-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually, Elian wore himself out after several minutes of trying to evade the creature and failing in the process. He fell onto his back, his breathing was heavy from the strenuous activity.

"Fine... I give up."
absolute_perception: (A little hard work never hurts.)

[personal profile] absolute_perception 2012-08-14 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
His head lifted to only be greeted by the grinning monkey before he dropped his head with a thump against the cold stone. "What a pain."

He started to laugh which only came out as a soft chuckle. To Elian, this was a laugh. "I bet there's never a dull moment with him around."
absolute_perception: (Can we rest please?)

[personal profile] absolute_perception 2012-08-14 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
With Jack tugging on his jacket, Elian wasn't quite sure why this little screeching creature wanted anything to do with him other than to torment. Animals often did what came instinctual or if they were well trained. In this case, it was chaos.

"I don't have anything you want." Elian spoke tiredly.

Jack covered Elian's face with his tiny hands. The action caused him to sneeze and Jack jumped back and screeched his response. "He smells weird."

Elian slowly sat up and Jack pounced on his chest again that nearly knocked him over again if it wasn't for his hands that propped him up.