WHO: Bender and Jack Sparrow. WHAT: Rum and a sea shanty or two. WHERE: On the street, most likely outside the large library. WHEN: January 11th, 6:30pm. RATING: TBA STATUS: In progress.
Bender flicked his stolen cigarette into the gutter and ground it down with his heel to snuff it out. He rested his elbows on his knees and slouched forward slightly. He didn't much care if somebody pulled over and ran his feet into the ground. Well, he did but it wasn't his top priority of thought. He was sitting outside of the large library he'd refused to leave, mostly because it was the only thing around here that actually meant anything to him. It was a little bit similar to the one he'd had many detentions in prior to the strange incident, so he supposed he liked it. He was also, coincidently wearing the exact same outfit he had done a year ago. Which was 21 years ago here, really.
He needed money, a job or anything. He thought about working at the library, but then he'd make his presence known. It wasn't like anyone had really noticed him, other than giving him a curious look as if to say "get the hell back to the fan convention" or something stupid. He didn't have much respect for the library, anyway. He'd already destroyed a few of the books. If that old hag who worked there saw what he'd done, she'd have a freaking heart attack.
Watching the strange, cleaner cut cars roll past him he sighed. If he had money, he'd be getting drunk right now. He'd done some research on the guy who played him and found out he'd been 21 when he did the part. So he legally could get any liquor he wanted. It wasn't like anyone actually knew he was only nearly turning 17. Where was that piratey guy with the rum when you needed him?