tentacruelest: (glowering)
Captain Davy Jones ([personal profile] tentacruelest) wrote2013-11-25 12:08 am

9th Wave

[Spam, taking place before he's abruptly rescued by his warden]

[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.

And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.

And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (babysitting not procrastinating)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-11-26 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ She closes her eyes and lets the thing shatter over her. It doesn't leave so much as a scratch. She's been soaking up some rays. ]

Feel better?
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (I don't really get it)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-11-26 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Then that was a pointless waste of a perfectly good stool.

[ She turns to leave, picking splinters out of her hair. She's poked the bear enough for today. ]