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Patrick MacHeath: the mysterious stranger
Shaun Thomson: the true artist
Gabriel Carstone: the cheeky bastard (but if you asked Giselle, she’d say he’s the devil himself *giggles*)
Becky Carstone: the whore
(NOTE: Shaun, Gabriel and Becky are all whores in Tortuga; and Patrick, well, he's the one no one really knows...)
How old are you?
Patrick: Guess. *laughs* I’m in my prime. As you see.
Shaun: I’m 25.
Gabriel: 18.
Becky: Only just. And you still behave like a 12 year old anyway.
And how old are you, Becky?
Becky: *pause* Why do you ask?
What’s your height?
Patrick: About 1’ 2” taller than Beckett.
Shaun: 16,54” *laughs* Well, that’s how high my bed is. I only rarely leave it recently.
Gabriel: You mean size?
No, height… you know… how tall you are…
Gabriel: Why would that be of any interest to anybody?
Becky: On this one, I agree with you.
Gabriel: That’s a first.
Are you a virgin?
Patrick: Hardly…
Shaun: Well, since I’m dying of some venereal disease, I think that question is a bit redundant.
Gabriel: *laughs* *wipes away a teardrop* Oh, that’s good… Does she actually know who she’s talking to?
Becky: These are not her questions. So stop being difficult.
Gabriel: Stop being a mother.
Do you have any kids?
Patrick: I have much more important things on my mind.
Shaun: No, but they keep finding me, pressing me for stories or to play to them on my violin. I like children. They are still untainted by fear and guilt. And they love unconditionally and freely. I never met a grown up person who could.
Gabriel: No…
Becky: How could he? He’s still a child himself.
And you?
Becky: Next question…
What’s your favourite food?
Patrick: I prefer not to have poison in it.
Shaun: Music.
Gabriel: Well…
Becky: Don’t you dare say it…
Gabriel: Come.
Becky: You’re disgusting.
Gabriel: You’re prudish. Not a very lucky trait for a whore. *gets slapped*
What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?
Patrick: Ice cream’s too sweet for me.
Shaun: Ice cream makes me cold.
Gabriel: Huh? Sorry, what?
Becky: Pay attention and stop staring at Patrick like HE’s your favourite ice cream flavour.
Gabriel: He might as well be. He looks delicious. I think I might just try him.
Patrick: You got a death wish?
Shaun: *smiles* I think you should ask the next question, Kate.
Have you killed anyone?
Patrick: Have you?
Shaun: I hope not.
Patrick: What? You don’t know?
Shaun: Well… you see, I might have infected someone before I realized I was sick.
Patrick: Nice. Very original.
Gabriel: Well, self defence. Occupational hazard, you see.
Becky: I thought we agreed not to tell anyone, ever.
Gabriel: She’s not gonna tell anyone. Relax, Becky.
Patrick: *shakes his head* Beginners…
Do you hate anyone?
Patrick: Who doesn’t?
Shaun: There was a man once…
Gabriel: Giselle. *shudders*
Becky: Hatred needs too much effort.
Have any secrets?
Patrick: What makes you think I would tell you?
Um… you already did.
Patrick: In private. And you know too well, you wouldn’t live to tell anyone.
Right…
Shaun: I open the most hidden rooms of my heart when I play. I confess all my secrets through my music, only no one understands. They sense it, they know I reach out to them, but they don’t speak the language of my heart.
Gabriel: Nope. No secrets. I’m open… *winks*
Becky: *snorts*
Do you love anyone?
Patrick: It’s not love I seek.
Shaun: There was a man once…
Gabriel: You mean… like ONE person?
Becky: Still too much effort.
What is your job?
Patrick: *smirks*
Shaun: Full time invalid. *laughs* Well, there’s not much I CAN do. Though, recently I’ve been made “potato peeler” by our cook. I think I preferred undressing customers.
Gabriel: The best you ever had.
Becky: Whore.
Boy or Girl?
Patrick: You can’t tell after all this time?
Shaun: Musician.
Gabriel: Whatever your heart desires.
Becky: Whore.
What do you do to relax?
Patrick: Rose.
Shaun: I play the violin.
Gabriel: Piss off Giselle.
Becky: How do you mean? There’s fucking and sleeping.
What do you think your life expectancy is?
Patrick: You’re this close to getting boring. I already said I was in my prime.
Shaun: 5… 4… 3… 2… sorry, just kidding… well, not much longer anyway… come, come, don’t cry, Kate…
Gabriel: Can’t die yet, too many people I haven’t fucked… *grins* Yet.
Becky: I said stop staring at Patrick. *rolls eyes*
Gabriel: Stop telling me what to do. You should fucking answer instead.
Becky: Don’t use that language with me…
Shaun: *softly* Becky…
Becky: Well… I don’t know. Death comes when it comes.
What is your favourite song?
Patrick: Have you seen Rose?
Shaun: Whichever piece of music I’m playing at the time. Every song has a soul that makes love to yours when you play. They are beautiful angels that let you taste immortality. For an old man, the angel of youth is the most beautiful, the poor are easily seduced by wealth, and the sick pray for health. But to a priest they’re all equally beautiful. And to a musician, all songs are equally precious.
Gabriel: The moans of whoever I’m in bed with.
Becky: *silently* *as if to herself* The peaceful breathing of a newborn baby… *looking up suddenly* Aren’t we done yet?
Um, we are…
Becky: *leaves quickly*
Gabriel: Thanks gorgeous, I had a lovely time. *brushes against Patrick as he leaves*
Patrick: You should tell him to stop that. He’s very close to having an accident. Have you really not seen Rose? Oh, and tell that Liv person I’m still angry with her. *leaves*
Shaun: Well… this went good.
You call that good?
Shaun: Gabriel and Becky didn’t fight. Well, it wasn’t as bad as usually… Gabriel didn’t jump Patrick. Yet. And Patrick didn’t kill anybody. So, yes, I call that a success.
You’re probably right.
Shaun: I always am. *laughs* Don’t worry so much about them.
*sighs*
Shaun: Come to bed, Kate. You don’t get enough sleep, lovely.
*crawls in bed with Shaun* *I is a very lucky girl*
And I tag (in case you want to do this):
ophelivia,
greeneyespurple, and
spookyfbi
Shaun Thomson: the true artist
Gabriel Carstone: the cheeky bastard (but if you asked Giselle, she’d say he’s the devil himself *giggles*)
Becky Carstone: the whore
(NOTE: Shaun, Gabriel and Becky are all whores in Tortuga; and Patrick, well, he's the one no one really knows...)
How old are you?
Patrick: Guess. *laughs* I’m in my prime. As you see.
Shaun: I’m 25.
Gabriel: 18.
Becky: Only just. And you still behave like a 12 year old anyway.
And how old are you, Becky?
Becky: *pause* Why do you ask?
What’s your height?
Patrick: About 1’ 2” taller than Beckett.
Shaun: 16,54” *laughs* Well, that’s how high my bed is. I only rarely leave it recently.
Gabriel: You mean size?
No, height… you know… how tall you are…
Gabriel: Why would that be of any interest to anybody?
Becky: On this one, I agree with you.
Gabriel: That’s a first.
Are you a virgin?
Patrick: Hardly…
Shaun: Well, since I’m dying of some venereal disease, I think that question is a bit redundant.
Gabriel: *laughs* *wipes away a teardrop* Oh, that’s good… Does she actually know who she’s talking to?
Becky: These are not her questions. So stop being difficult.
Gabriel: Stop being a mother.
Do you have any kids?
Patrick: I have much more important things on my mind.
Shaun: No, but they keep finding me, pressing me for stories or to play to them on my violin. I like children. They are still untainted by fear and guilt. And they love unconditionally and freely. I never met a grown up person who could.
Gabriel: No…
Becky: How could he? He’s still a child himself.
And you?
Becky: Next question…
What’s your favourite food?
Patrick: I prefer not to have poison in it.
Shaun: Music.
Gabriel: Well…
Becky: Don’t you dare say it…
Gabriel: Come.
Becky: You’re disgusting.
Gabriel: You’re prudish. Not a very lucky trait for a whore. *gets slapped*
What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?
Patrick: Ice cream’s too sweet for me.
Shaun: Ice cream makes me cold.
Gabriel: Huh? Sorry, what?
Becky: Pay attention and stop staring at Patrick like HE’s your favourite ice cream flavour.
Gabriel: He might as well be. He looks delicious. I think I might just try him.
Patrick: You got a death wish?
Shaun: *smiles* I think you should ask the next question, Kate.
Have you killed anyone?
Patrick: Have you?
Shaun: I hope not.
Patrick: What? You don’t know?
Shaun: Well… you see, I might have infected someone before I realized I was sick.
Patrick: Nice. Very original.
Gabriel: Well, self defence. Occupational hazard, you see.
Becky: I thought we agreed not to tell anyone, ever.
Gabriel: She’s not gonna tell anyone. Relax, Becky.
Patrick: *shakes his head* Beginners…
Do you hate anyone?
Patrick: Who doesn’t?
Shaun: There was a man once…
Gabriel: Giselle. *shudders*
Becky: Hatred needs too much effort.
Have any secrets?
Patrick: What makes you think I would tell you?
Um… you already did.
Patrick: In private. And you know too well, you wouldn’t live to tell anyone.
Right…
Shaun: I open the most hidden rooms of my heart when I play. I confess all my secrets through my music, only no one understands. They sense it, they know I reach out to them, but they don’t speak the language of my heart.
Gabriel: Nope. No secrets. I’m open… *winks*
Becky: *snorts*
Do you love anyone?
Patrick: It’s not love I seek.
Shaun: There was a man once…
Gabriel: You mean… like ONE person?
Becky: Still too much effort.
What is your job?
Patrick: *smirks*
Shaun: Full time invalid. *laughs* Well, there’s not much I CAN do. Though, recently I’ve been made “potato peeler” by our cook. I think I preferred undressing customers.
Gabriel: The best you ever had.
Becky: Whore.
Boy or Girl?
Patrick: You can’t tell after all this time?
Shaun: Musician.
Gabriel: Whatever your heart desires.
Becky: Whore.
What do you do to relax?
Patrick: Rose.
Shaun: I play the violin.
Gabriel: Piss off Giselle.
Becky: How do you mean? There’s fucking and sleeping.
What do you think your life expectancy is?
Patrick: You’re this close to getting boring. I already said I was in my prime.
Shaun: 5… 4… 3… 2… sorry, just kidding… well, not much longer anyway… come, come, don’t cry, Kate…
Gabriel: Can’t die yet, too many people I haven’t fucked… *grins* Yet.
Becky: I said stop staring at Patrick. *rolls eyes*
Gabriel: Stop telling me what to do. You should fucking answer instead.
Becky: Don’t use that language with me…
Shaun: *softly* Becky…
Becky: Well… I don’t know. Death comes when it comes.
What is your favourite song?
Patrick: Have you seen Rose?
Shaun: Whichever piece of music I’m playing at the time. Every song has a soul that makes love to yours when you play. They are beautiful angels that let you taste immortality. For an old man, the angel of youth is the most beautiful, the poor are easily seduced by wealth, and the sick pray for health. But to a priest they’re all equally beautiful. And to a musician, all songs are equally precious.
Gabriel: The moans of whoever I’m in bed with.
Becky: *silently* *as if to herself* The peaceful breathing of a newborn baby… *looking up suddenly* Aren’t we done yet?
Um, we are…
Becky: *leaves quickly*
Gabriel: Thanks gorgeous, I had a lovely time. *brushes against Patrick as he leaves*
Patrick: You should tell him to stop that. He’s very close to having an accident. Have you really not seen Rose? Oh, and tell that Liv person I’m still angry with her. *leaves*
Shaun: Well… this went good.
You call that good?
Shaun: Gabriel and Becky didn’t fight. Well, it wasn’t as bad as usually… Gabriel didn’t jump Patrick. Yet. And Patrick didn’t kill anybody. So, yes, I call that a success.
You’re probably right.
Shaun: I always am. *laughs* Don’t worry so much about them.
*sighs*
Shaun: Come to bed, Kate. You don’t get enough sleep, lovely.
*crawls in bed with Shaun* *I is a very lucky girl*
And I tag (in case you want to do this):
ophelivia,
greeneyespurple, and
spookyfbi