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AIM: RainCatcherKat, fakeboobsftw, nixdabearcub
Yahoo!/Email: tabby_kat[at]rocketmail[dot]com
RL LJ: grizzlycub

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Got a problem with the way I play Smoker? Feel free to tell me here! Anon is on and comments are screened~

[The feed clicks on with the sounds of a struggle filtering through. There's some small grunting noises that have an almost "heave, ho" quality to them. When Smoker speaks, his voice is... different than usual.]

Goddamn it! If this fucking thing doesn't get off my face-- Hnn!

[A muffled roar of anger and frustration seeps through. Smoker's had a ( Read more... )

[There's a scuffing noise and a small groan followed by mumbling-- Smoker's just waking up.]

-- roof? Why am I on a--... Tsk. Here again. [His voice lowers as he mumbles] Don't know what's worse. This or paperwork and The Pink Menace.

Hn. My cigars and rum better be untouched.

[There's the creaking of an old wooden chair and a soft, almost pleased, sigh as the feed starts. There's a sort of silence for a moment, only broken by a few louder than normal exhales.]Rat and bird... things have been lurking around, there's an empty room in the Golden Flame that's collecting dust, there's been a break in and ransacking... and I ( Read more... )

( Private//Ace )

Well... that was a fun night.

Not a fun way to wake up, though. This isn't funny any more, Logann. If you're fond of your dick, I suggest you tell me where the fuck I am and where the fuck my ship is. I'm still on vacation and I have an absolutely gorgeous woman waiting for me in my quarters. So unless you want me to castrate you with a pair of ( Read more... )

Tsk. That's two earthquakes in the week I've been here. [Smoker's voice is rough and low. He's rather confused and disoriented and that's irritating him.]

Earthquakes, wolves and horses, Kings, Gods, towers, cigar-eating lobsters, wild dreams and child sacrifices. [There's a pause and the sound of a lighter being flicked open and closed, open and ( Read more... )

[The video feed clicks on as the communicator drops to the floor and bounces once, twice, before resting on a dusty wood floor. The view is of the bottom of a bar, old bar stools in front of it and off to the side, an old stained couch can be seen.]

[It's silent for a moment before there's a loud thud and a yelp.]OW! Dammit, Smoker! What the hell ( Read more... )

[There's a small crackling noise as the communicator's inspected. A small noise that's half pleased and half irritated is heard and there's a pause before the Commodore speaks.]

Log Zero-Zero-One. After the storm last night I've washed up on an unknown island. The Lady Justice is no where to be found and I can't establish contact with the Den Den ( Read more... )