[OPEN] alas, my children

[andajarofdirt]

Characters: Jack, Jack & you.
Setting: Floor 42
Format: Starting action, but I'll match you either way.
Summary: In which Jack - the monkey - is being a pest, and Jack - the pirate - wants his goddamn hat back. 
Warnings: Jack Sparrow being Jack Sparrow. Also, creepy undead monkey and potential shooting of it.

JACK!

[Captain Jack Sparrow does not usually scream. Or screech. Or lose his cool, composed air of sophisticated pirate lord. In other words, he's usually too busy pretending to be drunk to do much, really. But sometimes a man must take a stand. Sometimes, there's a monkey involved. Sometimes, a hat is in danger.]

Bugger all, you little pest. I'm gonna shoot yer brains out, see if I don't!

[Sometimes, when an undead monkey steals your hat and runs away into a floor made of shifting, moving bars, you think "oh god, why" or "I bet you all this is God's way of getting back at me about the priest thing" and "I really did think it was a brothel, mate, it's a common mistake to make!" When you're Jack Sparrow, though, the reaction is more along the lines of profuse pirate swearing before chasing after it. Into the bars. Which is where your character will find him, balancing around half drunkenly, moving along and trying to reach the monkey with the hat, pistol at hand. He can't shoot the monkey because then his hat will fall off, but he can certainly chase it.

You know, for someone who's supposedly drunk off his ass - how!? - Jack has an uncanny sense of balance, able to run and jump and otherwise chase around after the undead, chittering monkey with relative ease.]

I will make bullets outta your bones, Jack, to make up for the ones you make me waste!

Comments

[divinitysoiled]

I feel you would wish for death if you were forced to boredom. [She leaned to him to kiss him again]

[andajarofdirt]

Except for the part where death is dead borin', love.

[Jack grinned into the kiss, arching an eyebrow.]

Trust me, I'd know.

[divinitysoiled]

Really. Then perhaps we should make our own fun to forget about it.

[andajarofdirt]

I like the way you think.

[Ignore the hand on your hip. Or don't. He's handsy.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Why ignore it when she can put her own hand on his hip and pull him closer]

I rather thought you might.

[andajarofdirt]

[Lady, she likes you. A lot.]

Shouldn't really worry about thinking now though, should we?

[divinitysoiled]

[She smiled, deeply]

Then shall we? Any place is fine for me.

[andajarofdirt]

I'm fairly sure there's plenty of nice places we can fine.

[Or that corner over there. He's not that picky, really.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Her hands pulled him to that corner, her hips rolling against his] Or here.

Fade to black?

[andajarofdirt]

Or here.

[A mischievous grin.]

Fade to black

[divinitysoiled]

[She drew him into another kiss as the scene faded to black]