YOU BOTH SUCK.

AND I BE HATING YOU.

SO THERE.

polychromatic:

Dearly beloved mine, you lot be taking me from your friends lists (all bleedin' 420 of you), now, and I be on my way to a world beyond this.

♥,

Tia

All this noise. Feeding the City and the false ones, you know. Shut your bloody minds and mouths, it give me a headache.

[[ooc: Not affected~ just rolling her eyes at everyone's hysteria, mostly. She's nice like that. >_>;]]

Return I do, return to fulfill promises. Gone again, back again, round and round. We all have what mortal men call obligations, we all must choose. I may be slow in my bringin' but I bring it well enough for you.

Hell's captain return to him dark end, him no longer torment us 'round here, 'least not presently. One can never foresee such shocks and darkness as such - telling in this place be clouded. Though you never know how so, such things are not for you.

IF I BE WAITING ONE MORE DAY FOR JACK SPARROW I LEAVE WITHOUT HIM. ENOUGH BE ENOUGH.

I like this day!

In and out I be. What shall I do today? More fortunes for the masses? Or shall I take to the streets, see what be about?

Peer into this place once more, I be doin'. Miss me, miss me? O angels o men, o fools and mortals?

What become of my people? Jack Sparrow be a corpse again, I see, bottom of the ocean be him soul. Jones away, too scared by him own truth seen in here waters. Boy gone too, as is good, good ... promises to keep, I be havin', but ways to keep them, I have not.

Show me what new cards you be dealin', City.

Well don't this be a most interesting turn of events; seems my mind be safe, on most times, but this physical shell be lying in wait to bend to the will of the madness.

Fully functional! Anatomically correct!

What fun, what fun.

Some ungrateful body be making such a noise at the opera door, I go and him try to accost me - rude, rude, unbearably rude.

Makin' a chicken pie now. Any 'round here hungry?

[ooc: It's canon that Tia can turn people who piss her off into animals (cats, mostly, but cats don't taste as good), so, someone tried to kidnap her and she turned him into a chicken. And now she is eating him.]

Still bored.

Oh woe and lament, such fancy French princesses masquerading as men, the fits you throw when you need more eyes upon your bleeding soul! From your mouths pour black sugary poison and your fellows eat it up. From your eyes, reeking worms of lies and mischief.

All of you deserve it, deserve the fate you get now from your choices. You frantically dig your holes thinking they be the ones to let you escape, and too late, you see them for your graves. Eaten up by this City, who finds your offerings of lust and anger and selfishness such a cuisine.

Will you wage war? Will you let yourselves be pulled into a fight you cannot win? Perhaps under the intoxicating pull of that sweet sugar-sickness?

What binds me here no longer does.

One, a passing fancy, a curious interest of the day, think I a pre-emptive completion to an arrangment before I know, but this ... no. No, no, no. Blasted curse, damned unholy city, bring your wrath elsewhere, this a waystation for us, nothing more.

Dearest cousin, pray tell me your state and sanity?

((ooc: Not hit, obviously, but the combo of Davy Jones being human and Jack still with EITD is fucking with her.))

What this thing you lot be whinging about losing?

This place be calming and pretty, but full of so much woe. It balance out well enough, but one as old as I cannot help but laugh at the frantic antics of youth. Ah, to be young and foolish. It be the best time ... to hold on to this foolishness in later days there be no sense. I wonder how long it take you lot to grasp that.

( Private to William Turner II )

Miss Daae, a word?

Bored now.

Ask me a question, I give you an answer.

( ooc )

Not a cruise ship to the arctic!

Play merry hell on my quarters, will you? Not stand for this! Too much happen these past days. Damn you, Jack Sparrow.

Oil of dragon and eye of the cursed man burn and stand, burn and stand for the end of this day. Be gone, cold grip of nature. Wonder if the Dutchmen be stuck in a frozen sea under sealevel.

Bugger.

((ooc: Tia's window cracked and her room got completely owned by snow and rain, so now she's pissed off and working on enchanting the Black Swann to stay unfrozen. And strikeouts are totally deleted.))