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discedo_logs2008-04-28 08:17 pm
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Who:Captain Jack Sparrow and Fran
Where: Outside the church.
When: This is happening NAO.
Rating: Eh. I'll say PG-13 for now. It's Jack. Something is bound to happen and something is bound to be said.
Summary: Jack and Fran go looking for Johanna.
the log:
Jack wasn't as heartless and selfish as everyone thought. Some accused him of being a womanizer, and on some accounts, the title held true, but that was not to say that he didn't care. Jack cared for very few people, and those he did truly care for he hardly ever told. Feelings got in the way of things, 'cause attatchments, and ultimately, they led to trouble. Question him, and Jack would tell you to talk to a man by the name of Davy Jones. That is, if he wasn't already certain that that man was dead. Either way, attatchment got you nowhere, unless, of course, that attatchment, love, whatever you make call it was a ship or an ocean or a horizon. All of which could never truly let you down or leave you behind. Or drive you mad-- No, that last one wasn't quite true, but Jack wasn't here to contemplate the lack of the sea and his missing ship. He was here to find a girl that he'd formed some attatchment to, be it daughterly or just a simple 'looking out for'. He was here to do what was right.
After hacing received Fran's last message, Jack had pocketed the device, located his hat, his sword, his pistol, and of course, his beloved compass, and then left, casually sauntering his way through the streets until he arrived at the church, their decided meeting place. When he arrived, he found that the enigmatic rabbit-woman, or 'Viera' as she called herself - and Jack prefferred it if only because it sounded exotic - was no where to be found. And so, tipping his hat down so that it shadowed his face, he found the nearest wall of the church and waited, his arms crossed over his chest and his compass held tightly in his right hand.
Where: Outside the church.
When: This is happening NAO.
Rating: Eh. I'll say PG-13 for now. It's Jack. Something is bound to happen and something is bound to be said.
Summary: Jack and Fran go looking for Johanna.
the log:
Jack wasn't as heartless and selfish as everyone thought. Some accused him of being a womanizer, and on some accounts, the title held true, but that was not to say that he didn't care. Jack cared for very few people, and those he did truly care for he hardly ever told. Feelings got in the way of things, 'cause attatchments, and ultimately, they led to trouble. Question him, and Jack would tell you to talk to a man by the name of Davy Jones. That is, if he wasn't already certain that that man was dead. Either way, attatchment got you nowhere, unless, of course, that attatchment, love, whatever you make call it was a ship or an ocean or a horizon. All of which could never truly let you down or leave you behind. Or drive you mad-- No, that last one wasn't quite true, but Jack wasn't here to contemplate the lack of the sea and his missing ship. He was here to find a girl that he'd formed some attatchment to, be it daughterly or just a simple 'looking out for'. He was here to do what was right.
After hacing received Fran's last message, Jack had pocketed the device, located his hat, his sword, his pistol, and of course, his beloved compass, and then left, casually sauntering his way through the streets until he arrived at the church, their decided meeting place. When he arrived, he found that the enigmatic rabbit-woman, or 'Viera' as she called herself - and Jack prefferred it if only because it sounded exotic - was no where to be found. And so, tipping his hat down so that it shadowed his face, he found the nearest wall of the church and waited, his arms crossed over his chest and his compass held tightly in his right hand.