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towerofanimus2012-07-10 04:28 am
andajarofdirt) wrote in 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.]
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.]
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