tentacleface (tentacleface) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-07 09:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, davy jones |
WHO: Davy Jones & OPEN
WHERE: Downtown LA
WHAT: He's a human and a hobo!
WHEN: Wednesday Morning
STATUS: Open
RATED: PG
In his current state, Davy Jones was pathetic. When he was sitting in an dirty alley, clinging to the wall crying for mercy, he was one of the crazy homeless men you passed on the street who asked for money, food, and something about a ship and having used to be made of octopi. What was once feared, respected and known was now heartbroken and alone. To add insult to an already injured man, he also looked and smelled horrendous. His grey hair matted from the centries of neglect on both his head and from his beard while his clothes stunk like fish. His nails were long and unkept; in all regards he looked like any serious pirate, if the said pirate had lived for hundreds of years.
Now he stood on a street corner with his glassy blue eyes wide and still streaming with the occasional tear while he begged the passing by business men.
"Please, help me... I've been cursed..."
"Don't touch me."
"Please, I'm hungry and I haven't-"
"Barking up the wrong tree, weirdo."