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Will Turner (pirateblood) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-20 19:11:00

Entry tags:

billie jenkins, will turner

Who: Will Turner and Billie Jenkins
What: Arrival in Lawrence. Unconscious.
When: Late evening, April 20th
Where: Random sidewalk
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

It had been months since Will Turner had stepped foot in the Caribbean port he had called home since he was a boy of only twelve. In that time he had seen more of the world than most would see within their entire life, had seen things that many denied the existence of. Cursed men, both skeletal and sea monster, ghost ships, the kraken. And now Will was picking his way carefully through the port of Singapore.

He kept his head down, avoiding making any eye contact with those lurking around him in the shadows. Nearby he heard the rhythmical march of many pairs of boots against one of the wooden bridges that spanned an inlet and ducked into an alley, all but holding his breath as the sounds grew nearer and then passed as a company of soldiers from the East India Trading Company made their rounds, looking, searching for something they wouldn't find. Barbossa and Elizabeth, as well as the few others who had accompanied them, had made themselves scarce until they were ready to proceed.

Ready to proceed. A small lump formed in Will's throat as he thought over once again what he was about to do. Barbossa's well laid plan would have gotten them safely back out to sea with ship and crew, and the charts, but it didn't get Will what he needed. If the blacksmith (no, not anymore, not by the standards of the EITC. He was a pirate now) was to accomplish what he had promised to do, for once in his life, he would have to be selfish. And if there wasn't enough strain on his relationship with Elizabeth, something else to be keeping from her. Before he could tumble back into the dark thoughts over just what it was she kept from him, what the intentions of her kiss to Jack had been, he forced himself forward to focus on the task. Staying to the shadows, he picked his way throughout the port towards the temple, where the charts he had been tasked to steal were.

Will made it past the front doors, creeping through the near darkness, aided by a few candles. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears as he listened for the guards nearby, then turned his attention towards the alter and the charts that where hidden behind it. As he moved out of the shadows, his hand brushed one of the decorative pieces and a shield clattered to the ground, destroying the quiet. The echoing sound was followed by footsteps again, five armed men appearing in the entry way. Will gauged the distance from his position to the alter. They would reach him before he reached it. Bloody brilliant.

Spinning towards the men, he initiated the fight, lunging forward as he slid loose the sword from his belt, one he had made, and had followed him on every adventure since. The downward blow of a staff was blocked and Will turned it away with his blade, swinging it towards his other hand to snag. His foot went into the man's stomach, knocking him away from the weapon and he spun, blocking another blow and turning it away. He ducked and spun with the grace of years of practice, fending off the four men in turn as they came at him. Wait, four?

One man went down under Will's blade, unable to deny the attack any other way. He spun, looking quickly for the other man who had suddenly disappeared when something hard cracked him in the temple. Stars exploded in his sight and he fell forward, the sword still clasped tightly in his hand. As he struggled to regain his footing, the heavy object came down again and then all went black.

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pirateblood
2010-04-21 04:15 am UTC (link)

Will's shoulders tensed slightly, the only giveaway of his reaction to the thought of something taking over his body for its own nefarious purposes. "I would like to avoid that," he murmured, squinting at the talisman she showed him. "For now, the talisman will work fine." He had seen men get tattoos and if he could, he wanted to avoid it. It seemed like an unnecessary amount of pain for something that would in time fade. "Solid black eyes or solid white eyes, run away," he echoed. As much as he disliked the idea of running, it was better to learn to fight the demons before engaging one.

"Genres?" It looked like he would have to get used to new words as well as the new machines and lifestyle of the colonies years ahead of his own. "I hope so. That did not reflect too kindly on the others." Although it did leave him curious as to what the others would sound like. "Though it did sound like something that would not be out of place in Tortuga." A sound befitting of drunken pirates.

A man passing in the opposite direction sent Will a strange look, moving a little farther over than was necessary as he passed by the two. Will glanced over his shoulder and then shook his head. "I might in a - " He paused and pointed at the object in her hand. "What is that?"

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billiejen
2010-04-21 04:25 am UTC (link)

As long as he had the basics, that should last him long enough to get some sort of basic training. She knew the hotel leaders would see to it that he was well armed and knew how to at least defend himself, it not fight demons off. "Also, anything with like...a bumpy forehead, and fangs?" she suggested, waving her hand around her face area. "Is a vampire, and you need to avoid them. Or take off their head or something. There's an evil one running around here with a band of followers."

"Varieties." she said, naming off the first word that she associated with the world. "A variety of types...rock, hard rock, soft rock, classical, emo, punk, metal, house music...it goes on and on." she said with a shake of her head, it probably wasn't the best time to try and explain if she didn't have her play list here to let him listen.

She ignored the look from the man, not bothering to acknowledge him, people did that, they were rude, she mostly ignored them. "Cellphone. It's a form of communication. I'm letting the people at the apartments know I'm bringing someone back. They'll have a room and stuff for you ready." a room with a computer and a variety of other technologies that will probably bring on questions. She held it in a way that he could see the screen and buttons better. "Most people have one. You can send messages, or talk through this to other people who have one."

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pirateblood
2010-04-21 08:29 pm UTC (link)

He had heard of demons before but these vampires were something new entirely. "Are they a different kind of demon?" he asked while mentally filing away, should he ever run across one of their kind, that taking the head off was the way of their defeat. Hopefully it wouldn't be something he encountered until he had learned a little more of the place and time he had ended up in. "There is quite the variety here."

The names she listed off meant absolutely nothing to him. It shouldn't have surprised him that there were so many kinds now, but how had all of those and more come from the few he knew of? "Those are quite a few. Perhaps I will be able to hear them while I am here and change my mind." He smiled slightly.

"That is amazing," he stated in awe. "If you wish to communicate with someone, you simply speak into this device and they would hear you?" He paused. She hadn't spoken into it, had she? "Or write," he amended. "That is clever." It was a relief to hear that he would have somewhere to spend the night. He wouldn't have had the first idea of how to go about it otherwise. "I'm afraid I don't have much on me at the moment, but I am willing to work to pay off my debt for their kindness."

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billiejen
2010-04-24 01:29 am UTC (link)

[ooc: sorry, not getting any notifs for this thread >.<]

"I think so." she had to mentally stop and think about that one. "As far as I know theres only one type of demon from this place, but another one arrived from a different world and started making more of her kind, so theres a few vampires now." hopefully not to many, and hopefully they'd take care of that sooner rather than later. "They are bad news either way. And the Angels aren't much better." she added, sounding annoyed. She'd never met them, but she heard they were complete jackasses. Billie much preferred the Angels from home.

Billie offered a grin, looking over at him as they walked. "There's all kinds, and hundreds of different people who sing. You might find some you like, but it will probably take getting use to." though he'd still find some music he was use to, no doubt.

"That's the idea." confirming his question with a nod, she finished sending her message and then snapped snapped the keypad back into place. "Though it would be called 'texting' and not 'writing.'" Now that she thought about it, there was going to be a lot of annoying terms to catch up on for him. "Don't worry too much about the pay now, there are lots of people who still don't have jobs. That's half of why they're there. You'll find a way to help out somehow. There's always something trying to everyone around here."

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pirateblood
2010-04-24 01:46 pm UTC (link)

[ooc: No worries! I know how IJ can be.]

A vampire could make more of itself? He supposed that wasn't too different than Davy Jones' men turning to sea creatures like himself once they were prisoners aboard his ship, like his father.

Bloody hell. How was he supposed to help his father while he was here? Who would keep an eye on Elizabeth? Barbossa? Even if there was tension between them, even after the kiss he had seen between her and Jack, if anything happened...no, Elizabeth would be fine. She had to be. Someone would find a way to return and then he would continue what he had set out to do.

"Of course. A place that has demons would have angels, wouldn't it?" he murmured thoughtfully. "You find them to be unhelpful?" It was an honest question. He had been taught that angels were guardians of a sort, although they hadn't done him much good of late. Trouble seemed to be a more constant companion.

"Texting." An odd term. "I wish to help however I am able. I could not take advantage of someone's generous hospitality and do nothing for them in return."

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billiejen
2010-04-27 02:31 am UTC (link)

"The ones here are." she said, making a noise that could only be considered rude toward angels. "Back home they're not. They're helpful at home. Here? Bunch of jerks." thankfully she had never met one, but she had seen some of the comments they made online, of all places, and Billie did not approve. They needed new attitudes. Or to have their winds clipped.

Billie shrugged, pointing up ahead. "The complex is run by a woman named Buffy and a man named Andrew. Buffy is a Slayer...sort of like this female warrior who fights demons, and Andrew is her Watcher, who's kind of like...her guide or something, I guess. Anyway, theres a lot of them there. They won't see it as being taken advantage off. They're all in the same boat you are. Stuck some place you don't belong." though it seemed some people were better equipped to handle the end of the world, like demon hunters.

"So yeah, it's just that tall building up head. I think it's close to ten stories, heavily protected, you'll see." though now that she was standing beside Will Turner she didn't want to let him leave. Of course coming off as a stalker wasn't the best idea. So she'd have to pass him off to Paige, and then glare at her Whitelighter over her shoulder.

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pirateblood
2010-04-27 03:45 am UTC (link)

"Angels here are different from the angels of your world then?" If he was understanding correctly, more than just his year had changed. "I'm sorry to hear that. It's disappointing to hear that those who are supposed to bring solace bring such frustration." Then again, he had never met an angel before. Perhaps they were not as the preacher said.

He looked up at the building. "It reminds me of a fort in a way," he murmured thoughtfully, tilting his head. "I feel as if I will be in good hands then. I will learn about this world the way they did, hopefully just until I'm returned to my original place again." And he did feel safe, if the apartment was run by a woman who fought demons as her life and the man who assisted her.

Turning to Billie, he held out a hand. "Thank you, for all the help that you have provided tonight. I would have been lost without it."

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