InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Are You a Top or a Buttom?"

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

Entry tags:

!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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

Jack Sparrow & Tinker Bell

jack_and_rum
2009-06-12 06:45 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," he said with a strange expression. "Magic water. There's a good girl."

Jack almost smiled as she drank the rum from his finger. It took all his control not to yank his hand back. He was afraid she would bite his pinkie and maybe he'd have to shake her off like a nasty little bug. Sure, she was a pretty little thing. Even he couldn't doubt that, but he was sincerely sure she was about to turn into a dark and evil angry woman who would take him down to the depths of hell. This place just kept turning out more and more evidence of voodoo and dark magics. Mystical things that Jack knew full well not to mess with.

When she flopped onto the dirt again he winced sympathetically. "I'm going to have to pick you up now. To take you to a doctor," he said. He made a curious face again, closing an eye to see her better and assess what might have happened to her when the rock hit her. He couldn't imagine what that must have felt like for her. She was so little.

"Must've been old Will Turner what punched me in the eye," he answered with a chuckle. "He knows I kissed his girl before she left me to rot at the bottom of the sea in the belly of a kracken. He's not here but when I'm out of this place I will give him what for."

He reached out and gingerly touched her tiny arm with one finger. He didn't want to just pick her up, he was going to offer his palm for her to crawl into if she could. That way he didn't hurt her more. Smiling he made conversation with her since she seemed to want to bend his ear in spite of having coughed up blood. "Have you now? What was her name?" he asked.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Jack Sparrow & Tinker Bell

tink_says
2009-06-19 12:40 am UTC (link)

"Yay!" she giggled, punchdrunk from the little drop of rum that he'd given her. It had gone straight to her head, and then it had gone to everywhere else in her little body. She was something like a limp noodle, and nothing really seemed to hurt. Fortunately, she had enough good sense to just go with that weird, tired, floppy feeling. Otherwise, if she'd been feeling more headstrong, she probably would have done her best to jump to her feet and insist that she could walk. "Pick me up! Pick me up! I'm a fairy, an' fairies fly, but I ain' flyin'. I dun belong on ground." She shook her head, wincing slightly.

Voodoo and dark magic would have sounded fun to Tink, but if he'd mentioned it (probably when she was sober), she would have told him, after an explanation of the concepts, that that sounded like something that Indians did, not fairies. Some fairies were magic, but she was not so much. She was just really good at fixing pots, which she had always thought was super lame. That was why she'd decided to take on Peter as her human and become an adventurer. But Peter had always insisted that he was not her human. She was a girl, after all, and boy humans could not stand the impropriety of the idea of having a girl fairy.

"You shouldda spit on 'im," she remarked offhand. She meant Will Turner. Punching people wasn't nice, and the only solutions to that issue were more punching or some spitting. "Righ' in 'is eye. Wha's a kracken? Does it li' eatin' pirates?"

Her whole body felt horrible. She wasn't even sure what was wrong. It was probably, for a modern human, the equivalent of being hit by a van. Maybe something a little bit bigger. Fortunately, she was flexible and carefree. If she had been tense or stiff, she probably wouldn't have made it. But there were definitely ribs that were not where they were supposed to be, the entire area of her hips hurt, and her wings were hanging at all odd angles. From there, she could not tell what else was wrong with her. All she knew was that was the epicenter of her pain.

Looking at his hand, she could not believe the indignity of it all. He wanted her to crawl onto his hand? She tried to move, to shift, to sit up, but she wasn't going anywhere. Pain radiated out from her hips and lower back. Her legs from the knees down were putting in the effort, but the core of her wasn't moving. Her torso had taken most of the force from the blow. "Tinker Bell no go," she giggled out, flopping back. "Ow."

Back to pirate talk. That was much better than trying to move. She coughed a little more because she tried to take too deep a breath. "Her name wa' tha Wendy, an' I hate 'er. Bu' tha ship was call tha Jolly Roger. Wha's yer ship, Mista Pirate?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Jack Sparrow & Tinker Bell

jack_and_rum
2009-06-23 02:05 pm UTC (link)

Jack watched the little winged woman's eyes seem to swim with the rum she'd drunk and he wondered if his tiny bit hadn't been a great lot to her. Well there was nothing for it now. Gingerly, his fingers splayed slightly as though he might need them for flight at any moment himself, he worked his hands beneath her and scooped her into his palm. He held her between both hands as gently as he could and brought her up closer to eye level.

Eyeing her, his darkly lined eyes squinted. His eyebrows took on a life of their own it seemed with a hundred small variations of a quizzical expression accompanied by quiet hmming sounds as he inspected her from every angle. It was an outlandishly over the top display of paying too much attention to detail with his eyes half crossed part of the time. One of his favorite things to throw people off the idea that he might be as smart as he actually was. Who took a cross-eyed man making faces seriously?

He wondered how she had the energy to keep talking. His brows furrowed almost comically then and he said, "The kracken is an almighty beastie what lives under the sea. It comes to the call of Davy Jones and it can destroy ships with a single grip of its massive jaws. Took me down t'the depths and I ended up here instead of hell. Or maybe this is hell." He glanced around as if checking to see if demons were afoot.

Jack sighed as she coughed again and decided they'd better get moving. "I should really take you to a doctor. Any chance of you knowing the way to said doctor?" He expected she'd been there longer than he had since he hadn't seen her in the motley crew he'd been dumped in a pile with on first arrival. He hoped she had some idea where to go as he began walking away from the burning, collapsed barn, wobbling some as an aftershock set him off balance a bit between headstones.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -