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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:57:00

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!complete, day 10, jack sparrow, jean tannen, l lawliet, location: cemetery, location: church, open, tinker bell

Day 10: Church/Cemetery - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Church/Cemetery
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. The Bibles and hymnals in the holders on the backs of the pews jiggled anxiously in the spot and some of the residents' personal belongings slid off their respective pews and onto the floor. This was brief, although it was only a preview of what was to come less than a moment after everything settled again.

The church, already leaning from age and warped wood, shook with such force when the earthquake hit that the stained glass windows shattered to pieces almost instantaneously. For the lack of stability of the building as it stood, it took no longer than ten seconds for the ceiling to collapse inward completely. Pews split in two, the alter convulsed dangerously in place before toppling into the baptismal, which then fell into a pew, flames still licking the air from the neglected fire built in it as it went.

The walls of the church caved in the direction of the lean, some of the wood splintering and falling in the direction of the cemetery, littering the area even moreso than it already was from the fallen trees and broken headstones. The opposite wall fell into the rubble that was left of the church itself.

As the quake settled, the debris of the building as it had been caught in the fire from the baptismal, crackling angrily and licking at the air of the outdoors for the lack of an actual building remaining there. And then, it was over, save the flames slowly eating away the mess left behind.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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Jack Sparrow & Tinker Bell

jack_and_rum
2009-06-08 04:08 pm UTC (link)

Jack was more than pleasantly warm and fuzzy as he wandered through the cemetery grounds. He had a bottle of rum in one fist and his hat in the other, teetering his drunken walk through the rows of stones. He read the names aloud to himself from each stone he could make out among the brambles and bushes. They were interesting and his voice was slurred and silly in his ears.

He wasn't quite as drunk as he appeared. That was usually the case anyway because he could really hold his liquor. It was all just a ruse most times. If you give your oponent a reason to underestimate you, they'll do it every time. Or so was his creed and he was happy to be left to his druthers for the time being in the quiet of the stones.

When the ground trembled under his boots, Jack wasn't really surprised. He'd felt that plenty of times when he'd been drinking. There wasn't much he hadn't experienced by way of the drunk's follies. He kept his feet and continued walking, passing a large stone mausoleum with the name "Turner" on the plinth above the door. He raised his bottle and toasted to his old sometimes nemesis and partner, Will Turner. "Be your heart at home wherever y'are," he said and took a long swallow.

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Jack Sparrow & Tinker Bell

tink_says
2009-06-08 04:43 pm UTC (link)

Having been exploring the town the night before, Tink had settled, once again, in the graveyard. It was something akin to home, and, with the weather being so nice, she didn't really mind sleeping outside. It was nothing like it had been when the snow, that strange, cold, fluffy substance that Edward had told her about, had fallen. She was up and about in the mid morning, but she'd hung around the graveyard, not really having anything in particular to do or any place in particular to be.

Being a fairy, at times like these, had its advantages. She'd felt the headstones starting to shake, watched the ground trembled, but there was one sure bet to save someone from an earthquake: flying. Taking to the air, she flitted around, watching in horror as the church fell over, caught fire, and sank in on itself. It was incredible! Eyes wide, she covered her mouth, trying not to giggle. She'd seen some of the Lost Boys cause similar mayhem with stick and paper houses when they'd been playing Monster, but to see it live was a most wonderful adventure.

"Wow!" she called out, glad that she was not inside the building. A pause. Was anyone inside of the building? It sucked to be them, if so, but she was too amazed to feel any real sort of worry or compassion. Her light, now a brilliant gold, traced figure eights in the air, and she made excited little "oohs!" and "aahs!" when bits fell.

Spotting the stranger by the mausoleum, she darted over as fast as she could. Flailing her arms and gesturing wildly, she was without words for a few moments. "Did you see that?!" she exclaimed at the captain. Her gestures were exaggerated, pointing towards the church in case he had missed it.

It was then that she noticed that he was a pirate. She stilled instantly in the air, wings flapping but her body frozen in place, and she stared up at him in wonder and amazement, mouth forming a little "o," which was either the end of "uh oh" or the entirety of "ohhhhh."