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[ The Commodore sits in the library on the first floor, tinkering with his Blackberry, when suddenly the feed switches on and begins playing of its own accord. He shouts and rapidly starts pressing buttons, trying to get the thing to turn off--but it won't. And he's agonizingly forced to watch this pan out all over again. ]

( A thing that doesn't change with time is a memory of younger days... )

[ Then the screen goes black before switching to the live network, where he's being recorded staring intensely at the screen, his eyes a little shiny and jaw obviously clenched. He grumbles, "Disregard all of that," before pressing the home screen button. He's gripping the Blackberry so tight his knuckles are white, and the lump in his throat hasn't gone away.

Then he stands and throws the device as hard as he can onto his chair; it bounces and falls off the side. He considers leaving it there, but grabs it and stuffs it into his pocket before he walks out of the library. He sighs, wondering if anybody's got some kind of alcohol he can drown himself in. Perhaps some nice, kind soul will come to his rescue.

He scoffs; in this place? Hardly possible.

The Author has done some cruel things, but this? This beats even the child he was forced to...enjoy the pleasant company of with that redheaded buffoon. This is pure sadism. ]

destinyunravels

[ Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

For starters, upon waking and sitting up, James didn't feel the weight or the looseness of his sleeping gown. He rubbed an eye as he climbed out of bed, absentmindedly thinking it odd that his legs were so...slender and smooth but not giving it any real thought as he stumbled over toward the bathroom to wash his face--

until he caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror.

A blood-curdling scream shot from his throat.

Not only was he dressed in this indecent piece of 'clothing', if one could even call it that, but he had...breasts! And a defined waist, and hips, and the slender legs weren't his at all, but rather a woman's legs!

His--her?--hair tumbled down his shoulders and a horrified look stayed fixed on his face. He didn't know where to even start with how horrible this seemed, even if he did make for a rather pretty woman. ]

Curse this bloody stupid place! [ he raged, mortified beyond belief. If he'd awoken dressed in something decent and of his time period, he might be a little less stressed out about the whole thing. But, no such luck for the poor Commodore...it never gets easier, does it?

Gingerly, he places his hands over his--her?--new-found breasts and squeezed gently, before shouting and shaking his hands as he dropped his arms back to his sides. How improper! He was no better than a lech, wasn't he?

He rifled through his wardrobe, finding nothing but clothes that were entirely too revealing for his day's decency, and finally, in a fit of panic, burst out of his room, grabbing the first unlucky passerby by the shoulders and screaming. ]

What on earth is going on?!

hearsthesilence.livejournal.com

It's certainly different seeing these things newer and in context. This could be a place that would be good to stay, but I'd think there's not much likelihood of that, is there?

destinyunravels.livejournal.com

[ It wasn't often one saw Commodore Norrington without his trademark powdery white wig, immaculate curls decorating the sides, perfectly-tied dark bow in the back; and it definitely wasn't often one saw any kind of chest hair from the staunch, proper British man of the eighteenth century, but here he was, wig-less and in a poorly-tied toga (a.k.a., he kept tripping over it, because he didn't remember how exactly to wear a toga from his studies when he was studying Latin in his youth) for all to see.

Or, he felt like all were staring at him as he tried casually sauntering down the main street on his way back to the inn, where he'd awoken in a fright. His hair was tied back because he didn't know how else to wear it, and was getting a couple of looks from quite a few of the fine citizens of Rome. ]

Go ahead, it's not like I know what's going on, either. [ He mumbled, sighing heavily. Perhaps he should go to a bath before heading home - to his new home. It would be one day to try and relax...at least he hoped. Since he'd gotten here, to this new place where this Author manipulated him and many others, everything was so weird. He'd agreed to a truce with Sparrow, met a redhead who smoked like it was going out of style - not that Norrington knew what 'in style' even meant - and cursed worse with a coarser mouth than any pirate he'd ever met.

Perhaps a bath was a better idea. He switched directions and began heading for the bathhouse, avoiding the stares of the others and keeping his eyes glued forward. ]

This is utterly ridiculous. I've been made such a fool...a Commodore of the Royal Navy! Reduced to this!

notkinkypatch.livejournal.com

[So Badou awoke like most of you mannorians or whatever you're called did when you first arrived in this wondrous wintery wonderland of expensive crap, screaming babies and drunk couples. Except in a less sexy manner and there wasn't a dead hooker under the bed. It was magical, it was splendid, there were countless ways to rub up against some drunk (whether on actual booze or the highlights of mixtures of air pollution and those shoppers that kind of trip balls during this season) ladies and still manage to avoid their boyfriends, the free samples didn't taste like ass, and the lights were pretty. It was also cold as balls but sorta not that bad somehow. Upsides to every cloud of shit.

Unfortunately for Badou's jolly freckled ass the fun came to a complete halt once he engaged in a two toed one eyed one armed tango with a particularly disgruntled Mall Santa and the result was, well...]

Hohohooooooooooo MEEEEERRRRRRYYY DICKMAAAAAAASSS or whatever it is....I ain't gettin' paid to say it right, it's socially acceptable, eat me....

[If you listen, really listen, you can hear the traumatic memories the children fleeing from Santa's line are suppressing right at this moment. You'll find Badou, slightly bruised but none worse for wear in his Santa suit wedged with stuffing gaping out of the neckhole and sleeves because he's a skinny bastard, sitting with his booted feet thrown over the arm of Santa's elaborate chair and glaring daggers at the horrified Elves and various mothers making it their mission to get the hell out of his way]

Y'know, I didn't even hit the bastard that hard! He's a veteran, he could take more than a punch to that jolly gut! I even made it fair when I let him tie my arm up with his goddamn beard. Ya'll are lucky that lady cop was so hot and I'm so fuckin' nice.... [This is where you'll find him, if you want to find him, bitching at whoever is in armsreach. I really wouldn't blame whoever doesn't.]

HOOOHOOOHOOOO TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT YOU LITTLE SHITS! So I can tell you no. You don't need a fuckin' pony, what you need is braces.

destinyunravels.livejournal.com

[because Norrington is still clueless as to modern technology.]

[ Muttering and mumbling to himself, with the map in one hand and the BlackBerry in the other-- ] Hm, yes, a beach...but a beach to where? There can't be a beach without...well, perhaps some questions are not meant to be answered.

[ Looks up at the sun-kissed beach with waves rolling into the shore and smiles for a second, recalling the way he watched the sun se--WHAT IS THAT? His eyes narrow as something a small distance away catches his eye. Is that...a ship? ]

A ship docked here...how peculiar. [ As he approaches, the ship seems much less impressive and more like the handiwork of...but it couldn't be. Surely. ]

Well, well, what have we here?

9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com

[Jack woke up and ran through the halls to check up on his ship. The last thing he remembered were zombies. Lots and lots of zombies.]

No no no no no...they best not lay a finger on my ship!

[He reaches the bannister and instead of running down the stairs, he leaps toward the chandelier and grabs a hold of it in a swing toward the door to save some time. He lands with a tumble and darts out the door in one fluid motion.]

Get away from my ship!!

[He screams out with a roar as he pulls out his sword to engage in battle...]

Commodore! Are you still here?! I can really use your assist about now!

[Someone's very worried about nothing.]

destinyunravels.livejournal.com

[ James awakes with a start, lifting his head off the--carpet? that's strange, ships don't usually have carpet--and looking around. He pushes himself to a sitting position, lifts his hand to his forehead to brush the wisps of the powdered-white hair from his wig, his hat gone missing. A quick glance affirms the existence of his hat, only a few feet from his person.

His hand pats his side for the sword holster buckled at his waist, and he breathes a sigh of relief before standing--shakily, but standing nonetheless--and catches sight of himself in the mirror at a small vanity. He looks awful, with disheveled, natural brown hair peeking out from the wig, what he assumes is a carpet burn? on his right cheek, a tear in the sleeve of his overcoat, and he's also missing...a shoe--ah, it's there, just a few feet away from where the hat was. Regardless, he looks in no way fit for the Royal Navy, and so he immediately sets to work on fixing just that. ]

I don't even remember any sort of fighting. Was I captured? But why would I still have my sword?

[ After he has pulled his leggings down from where they'd pushed up on his legs, pulled on the rebellious shoe, straightened his clothes, and tucked every last strand of his hair neatly into his now-combed wig, he looks around the room. It's decorated in rich wood paneling and blue curtains, and--not candles. What are those? Glass lights...but how?--nevertheless, he is utterly and completely confused. ]

I would not hesitate to ask if this is a pirate's trick, but I see no way for that to be possible. Not really gifted in hallucinogens, are they?

[ He mumbles more to himself, but wonders if anybody is nearby.

He walks to the bed on one wall of the room, and atop the pillow, finds a small object that flips open and has a...an animated portrait? ]

Have I gone mad? Am I dead?

[ He decides to try the door, and as he turns the knob and steps out into a bright hallway gingerly, he can't help but wonder if he really underestimated Jack Sparrow's abilities. Was he behind all of this? ]

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Entries tagged with james norrington

005: Memories past~ ; [Action/Video] ; ((trying to get back into the groove of rp-ing, ah))

004: you have become a fine woman, James...; [action]

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003: Luckily for him, the Commodore had studied up on his Ancient Rome; [Action]

Puff Pass 3 I think [Action] I am so SO sorry Santa

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