THIRD ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY (Good lord...) Open RP!

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. Another second later, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down to again discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Why is the rum always gone?"

It wasn't what he meant to say.

Comments

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Ahoy, matey," Rukia warmly greeted a man she didn't believe she'd ever seen before. (He was hardly recognizable as Barbossa, after all.) "Ye best be believin' it. I know it seems odd, but the park be doin' this b'fore."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Was the girl mocking him? Barbossa tried to glare, but only until he realised that maybe she wasn't mocking after all. "Good morning," he replied, the very picture of politeness. "So this would be another trick of the park. Hmm. Oh, how very interesting."

He crossed his arms and tapped his foot in thought. "Am I to guess that everyone talks this way? Your way, I mean, not my own." And maybe that's why he was stuck sounding like this instead.

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

Rukia was a bit taken aback when he glared, and for a moment, she thought he seemed rather familiar. And actually, it was a bit odd that he seemed not to be offended, for that matter...

"Good mornin' t' ye," she responded with a nod.

When he asked about everyone talking that way, Rukia dutifully explained, "That`s correct, matey. Once in a while, th' park likes t' make us lot talk weird. `Tis kind o' strange that 't hasn`t happened t' ye. Ye`re th' first swabbie I`ve seen t' avoid 't. What`s yer name, by th' way? I be Rukia."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Weird? The way you talk isn't weird. You're afflicted with an accent that's merely different than your own." He was offended, dammit it all, everyone in the Park sounded just like him now. Everyone was insulting him!

"I know you, we've met previously," he said, his voice sounding gentle, DAMN. IT. "I'm Captain Hector Barbossa." He nodded his head to her.