Jack Sparrow's back! Open RP for light sleepers and night owls.
((OOC: Sorry for godmodding the centaurs! Mods, feel free to smack me if I've done anything wrong.))
It was dead in the middle of the night when a bloodcurdling scream interrupted the silence. Soon to follow was the cawing of birds as they rose above the forest canopy in a black mass.
Captain Jack Sparrow emerged at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, running full speed towards the castle, mouth agape with horror. He has each of his boots in one hand and was barefoot, a fact that was apparrently causing him considerable amounts of distress, for he emitted 'Oo's' and 'Ah's' every painful step he took. Giving a sideways glance behind him, he paused to pull up one of the boots on his left leg, but an arrow narrowly missed his head and pinned his hat to the floor. Jack's mouth formed a little 'o.' More arrows and dodging soon followed, with the pirate jumping from one foot to the other like he was dancing on hot coals.
"Not good, not good," he muttered to himself, grabbing his hat just before another batch of arrows thunked to the piece of ground it covered just moments before. "Stop putting holes on my hat!" he wailed after turning towards the forest, where a line of centaurs stood shooting. Thinking better of it, Jack grimaced, turned tail and resumed running again, this time his hat pressed protectively to his chest.
It was dead in the middle of the night when a bloodcurdling scream interrupted the silence. Soon to follow was the cawing of birds as they rose above the forest canopy in a black mass.
Captain Jack Sparrow emerged at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, running full speed towards the castle, mouth agape with horror. He has each of his boots in one hand and was barefoot, a fact that was apparrently causing him considerable amounts of distress, for he emitted 'Oo's' and 'Ah's' every painful step he took. Giving a sideways glance behind him, he paused to pull up one of the boots on his left leg, but an arrow narrowly missed his head and pinned his hat to the floor. Jack's mouth formed a little 'o.' More arrows and dodging soon followed, with the pirate jumping from one foot to the other like he was dancing on hot coals.
"Not good, not good," he muttered to himself, grabbing his hat just before another batch of arrows thunked to the piece of ground it covered just moments before. "Stop putting holes on my hat!" he wailed after turning towards the forest, where a line of centaurs stood shooting. Thinking better of it, Jack grimaced, turned tail and resumed running again, this time his hat pressed protectively to his chest.