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thecapitol2015-05-15 04:14 pm
drinkupmehearties) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-15 04:14 pm
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though you know so few words
Who| Jack Sparrow and OPEN
What| A fan decides the Capitol's resident pirate needs a fitting companion.
Where| District 8 Suites, the Central Commons, etc.
When| Sometime after the Binding plot.
Warnings/Notes| Swearing, probably drinking, parrot-related stuff, etc. It's Jack Sparrow.
Despite the mess of recent events, Jack had managed to keep himself out of trouble. He'd helped distribute supplies as discreetly as possible around the Capitol, and had finally taken up Swann's suggestion to do a TV special detailing a few harrowing (and some highly exaggerated) stories of his times at sea, with the intent of distracting a chunk of Panem. Nothing that could too concretely link him to the actions of the rebels, but enough to lend a bit of help.
The fall-out, thankfully, hadn't reached him too much, and Jack would rather keep it that way. He didn't know Initiate, or most of whom had been caught, and his role in it all had been overlooked. However, the people of Panem had watched his special. Which meant that one fan in particular had gotten the bright idea that, in order for Jack to be a totally proper pirate cliche, he needed to have a talking parrot too. One that spoke entirely in cheesy 'pirate phrases'.
It had arrived one evening in the middle of his suite room, a dazzlingly bright crimson and azure feathered macaw with a tiny black-and-white pirate hat strapped onto its head. The cage was huge and spacious for the bird, as well as ornate and expensive-looking. Taped on it was a note that read in fancy script: "Arrrr matey! I be enamoured of yer stories cap'n. Here's a mighty treasure for you xoxo"
On first sight, Jack had stared at the scene then immediately turned and left the room. Eventually, though, he'd returned to figure out what to do with the creature. Which clearly meant the parrot needed to be free, and perhaps needed to have a few curse words and colorful phrases added to its vocabulary.
(A. D8 Common Room)
Sometime later Jack can be found in the District 8 Commons, quietly humming to himself as he retrieves food from the fridge -- some fruit to snack on -- and sets it aside onto a nearby counter. He's busy picking out an accompanying drink, taking his time selecting what he's in the mood for, when there's a flash of color at the corner of his eye and a scratchy screech that sounds suspiciously like words: "Avast matey! Shiver me timbers!"
The pirate freezes, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, then he catches sight of the bird as it flies low into the kitchen area. It lands atop one of the counters near his food with a scrabble of its feet, flapping its wings and shuffling its feathers back into place, then fixes him with a belligerent stare. Sure, he'd given it free reign out of its cage since it'd shown up, but Jack had been otherwise careful to avoid the bird's presence as much as physically possible. Even if someone had given him it as a present, he didn't much care for the responsibility.
He waves both hands at it, lips curled with annoyance. "... Shoo. Go away." It doesn't pay any heed to his movements but instead, still glancing over in his direction every once in awhile, hobbles closer to his bowl of fruit and stretches its neck to peek at what's inside. Jack swishes his hands at it again, this time more vigorously, not wanting to get too close to that large, sharp beak that it has. "Leave it! Shoo, damn you!"
The feathers on its neck stand up in defiance, but the bird doesn't look like it will listen -- it's way more interested in the food. And surely enough, a few seconds later, the bowl will topple over onto the floor and loudly spill out its contents onto the ground. The bird puffs up to flap its wings, then makes the leap down to the floor to begin picking at some stray grapes.
"Oi! OI!" The words from Jack are a clipped shout, and the pirate moves to the mess with a grimace and his hands splayed. Anyone who happens into the room will be greeted with the sight, and most likely a couple more squawked phrases from the bird.
(B. Tribute Tower Central Commons.)
The bird needed to go.
It'd tried -- multiple times, as if it'd been trained specifically to do this -- to land on his shoulder, and each time the pirate had nimbly dodged its attempt. A few times it'd managed to scrape its claws against his arm, wings beating against Jack's face, but had mostly been unsuccessful in achieving what it wanted. So after awhile the parrot had taken to following him everywhere with small jumping steps -- around the suites, into the elevators, through the Tower's Central Commons. And that's where Jack had led it, this time, using its obsession to draw it out of the D8 Suites and into the bustling lobby area of the Commons.
He'd gotten it as far as the entrance leading outside, one hand propping a door open and the other wildly motioning for the bird to leave, but it doesn't budge. "Look, bird, freedom! Escape!" And then, muttered sorely beneath his breath, "Come on, you brassy, overly ornate chicken."
Instead of taking to its new freedom, the bird hungrily eyes his shoulder and bobs its head, ignoring the trickle of people trying to nudge past this stand-off and to the exit. Jack isn't paying much attention to who's trying to get past, either, and stretches his boot out to try and gently push at the bird, encouraging it to get outside.
It hops back a few steps back with its wings flared, cocking its head sideways to look up at him, then cracks open its beak to warn him that it's about ready to bite. Then its mouth works, and it calls out, "Cut your -- heart out. You slimee -- squawk -- cur. Sod you!" It wouldn't be too hard to guess where it'd learned that.
(C. Any other prompts you want to do -- out and about, with or without the bird!)
What| A fan decides the Capitol's resident pirate needs a fitting companion.
Where| District 8 Suites, the Central Commons, etc.
When| Sometime after the Binding plot.
Warnings/Notes| Swearing, probably drinking, parrot-related stuff, etc. It's Jack Sparrow.
Despite the mess of recent events, Jack had managed to keep himself out of trouble. He'd helped distribute supplies as discreetly as possible around the Capitol, and had finally taken up Swann's suggestion to do a TV special detailing a few harrowing (and some highly exaggerated) stories of his times at sea, with the intent of distracting a chunk of Panem. Nothing that could too concretely link him to the actions of the rebels, but enough to lend a bit of help.
The fall-out, thankfully, hadn't reached him too much, and Jack would rather keep it that way. He didn't know Initiate, or most of whom had been caught, and his role in it all had been overlooked. However, the people of Panem had watched his special. Which meant that one fan in particular had gotten the bright idea that, in order for Jack to be a totally proper pirate cliche, he needed to have a talking parrot too. One that spoke entirely in cheesy 'pirate phrases'.
It had arrived one evening in the middle of his suite room, a dazzlingly bright crimson and azure feathered macaw with a tiny black-and-white pirate hat strapped onto its head. The cage was huge and spacious for the bird, as well as ornate and expensive-looking. Taped on it was a note that read in fancy script: "Arrrr matey! I be enamoured of yer stories cap'n. Here's a mighty treasure for you xoxo"
On first sight, Jack had stared at the scene then immediately turned and left the room. Eventually, though, he'd returned to figure out what to do with the creature. Which clearly meant the parrot needed to be free, and perhaps needed to have a few curse words and colorful phrases added to its vocabulary.
(A. D8 Common Room)
Sometime later Jack can be found in the District 8 Commons, quietly humming to himself as he retrieves food from the fridge -- some fruit to snack on -- and sets it aside onto a nearby counter. He's busy picking out an accompanying drink, taking his time selecting what he's in the mood for, when there's a flash of color at the corner of his eye and a scratchy screech that sounds suspiciously like words: "Avast matey! Shiver me timbers!"
The pirate freezes, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, then he catches sight of the bird as it flies low into the kitchen area. It lands atop one of the counters near his food with a scrabble of its feet, flapping its wings and shuffling its feathers back into place, then fixes him with a belligerent stare. Sure, he'd given it free reign out of its cage since it'd shown up, but Jack had been otherwise careful to avoid the bird's presence as much as physically possible. Even if someone had given him it as a present, he didn't much care for the responsibility.
He waves both hands at it, lips curled with annoyance. "... Shoo. Go away." It doesn't pay any heed to his movements but instead, still glancing over in his direction every once in awhile, hobbles closer to his bowl of fruit and stretches its neck to peek at what's inside. Jack swishes his hands at it again, this time more vigorously, not wanting to get too close to that large, sharp beak that it has. "Leave it! Shoo, damn you!"
The feathers on its neck stand up in defiance, but the bird doesn't look like it will listen -- it's way more interested in the food. And surely enough, a few seconds later, the bowl will topple over onto the floor and loudly spill out its contents onto the ground. The bird puffs up to flap its wings, then makes the leap down to the floor to begin picking at some stray grapes.
"Oi! OI!" The words from Jack are a clipped shout, and the pirate moves to the mess with a grimace and his hands splayed. Anyone who happens into the room will be greeted with the sight, and most likely a couple more squawked phrases from the bird.
(B. Tribute Tower Central Commons.)
The bird needed to go.
It'd tried -- multiple times, as if it'd been trained specifically to do this -- to land on his shoulder, and each time the pirate had nimbly dodged its attempt. A few times it'd managed to scrape its claws against his arm, wings beating against Jack's face, but had mostly been unsuccessful in achieving what it wanted. So after awhile the parrot had taken to following him everywhere with small jumping steps -- around the suites, into the elevators, through the Tower's Central Commons. And that's where Jack had led it, this time, using its obsession to draw it out of the D8 Suites and into the bustling lobby area of the Commons.
He'd gotten it as far as the entrance leading outside, one hand propping a door open and the other wildly motioning for the bird to leave, but it doesn't budge. "Look, bird, freedom! Escape!" And then, muttered sorely beneath his breath, "Come on, you brassy, overly ornate chicken."
Instead of taking to its new freedom, the bird hungrily eyes his shoulder and bobs its head, ignoring the trickle of people trying to nudge past this stand-off and to the exit. Jack isn't paying much attention to who's trying to get past, either, and stretches his boot out to try and gently push at the bird, encouraging it to get outside.
It hops back a few steps back with its wings flared, cocking its head sideways to look up at him, then cracks open its beak to warn him that it's about ready to bite. Then its mouth works, and it calls out, "Cut your -- heart out. You slimee -- squawk -- cur. Sod you!" It wouldn't be too hard to guess where it'd learned that.
(C. Any other prompts you want to do -- out and about, with or without the bird!)
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Jack flaps a dismissive hand at the macaw. "The bird simply doesn't care for it. It's a bird."
The parrot's head swings around when Merlyn wags at it, curiously sizing up the old man's finger. A few words into his scolding, the bird cranes its neck out to try and nibble on him.
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Says the man who keeps talking to birds.
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"How do you mean, exactly?" While Jack spoke more than one language, naturally, he hadn't needed to use any other besides English -- and so hadn't known that it was the only language that could be spoken.
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"I mean what I say," he says to Jack, raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was bad enough that all my Latin and Greek and French are gone - and what a dratted liberty that is, after how long it takes to learn - but I can't for the life of me speak any of the other natural languages, either. Not to birds or beasts or fish."
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Either way, he's alarmed by the revelation that the Capitol had stripped any other language besides English from them, and so simply talks over the bird's noise. "They've the ability to do that? To take language away from us?" His gaze flickers off past Merlyn, troubled by the notion, then Jack adds in a mutter, "Well o' course they do. Why am I surprised at that. I shouldn't be surprised. Bloody hell."
His gaze refocuses back onto Merlyn, and the rest of the man's words finally reach him. "By that, you don't mean -- " He waves at the parrot. " -- squawking at them, do you, eh? Or -- " More gesturing. " -- making ... various fish-noises? Whichever sounds fish make to communicate. Do fish make sounds? How do you speak with a fish?"
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After a moment, he adds meditatively, "In all honesty, it's a difficult thing to describe. A curious mixture of the vocal, subvocal, supervocal, and non-vocal. Quite bizarre, when you think about it, I suppose."