bWoohoo! I was told Barbossa's first name: It's Hector. So consider it
Hector instead of Mike now...consider the first thing edited. It'll be posted
eventually, probably after this one.
About the angelic markings...think Night Crawler from the X-Men. Not where I got the idea, but where I confirmed I wanted to do it.
Holy crap! I love you Q.W.!!! thanks bunches....i'm writing a story about a chick named Ivy and it got all mixed up....it was kinda choppy, yeah. This one'll be improved, promise! And the whole car/driving and stuff is confusing...I think it's all in order but I'll double check and fix it all up a bit.
Jack let his tongue play on Venice's soft lips. He shivered as her tapered fingers rolled around in his braids. His hands slithered around her warm waist and he rolled over a little, to be able to pin her to the chair. They giggled together as they didn't succeed, and ended up on the floor.
Jack's hands grew bolder, and began to run up her shirt. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and he kept going. . .
Wait.
There was a rough spot on Venice's back. She jumped back when he touched it, purple eyes wide with fear.
"You didn't touch it!"
Jack's confused expression didn't change while he shook his head.
Venice collapsed into herself. Her sleeves folded up a little bit.
There were markings carved into her skin.
Maybe even burned. No scab was there, just a trench that looked like it had been died blue or purple. Jack stared at it.
It didn't end where her sleeve began, he guessed. So he inched closer to Venice in her fetal position, and pushed the black sleeve up.
Venice twitched backwards but Jack advanced again and she gave up. Slowly she took off her hoody to reveal a black tanktop. . .
And markings that covered her entire upper body.
"What are they?" Jack whispered, bewildered.
"Angelic markings," Venice said as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek, bringing a trace of black eyeliner with it. "They. . ."
But Will and Damian began to stir. She pulled the heavy hoody over her head then curled up on the chair, falling asleep rather quickly.
Jack scowled. He had a feeling Venice would be constantly running.
Will rolled over, surprised when the couch sliipped out from beneath him. He landed with an 'omf' and moaned painfully.
Jack smirked. Will glared at him, but anything he would've said was cut off by Damian rolling over as well. . . also falling off the creaking couch and landing right on Will.
Two more 'omf's sounded. Jack stood quickly and pounced on the empty couch. It creaked loudly and Venice woke up.
"What the fuck was that?"
"'EY! WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE!" Jack yelled.
Everyone laughed, then stopped, realizing that they sounded like an old TV sitcom when they started laughing.
Will giggled. "That was weird."
Jack rolled onto his back, the screech coming back for a moment. "Let's go get donuts," He said, staring at the ceiling. Venice rolled her eyes.
She stood up and stretched. Her sweatshirt lifted and a bit of her stomach was revealed, then a little higher and a tidbit of blue. . .
"Venice!" Damian scolded, "Watch yourself!"
Jack had noticed, but Will was looking around wildly. "What?"
Damian glared at Will. "Nothing, Will. Don't hurt yourself thinking about it."
Wil shrunk back.
Jack looked about, and took the silence for his own. "Let's go. I'm hungry."
"We just had donuts!" Venice stared, then realizing what she said, sighed, "I mean popcorn. Oh shut up," She said to no one in particular. "Bloody hell."
Jack laughed at her, then said, "Let's go anyway. We can go to Dunkin Donuts and eat in my car."
For the fourth time that day, Jack drove on the maple-tree shadowed road. The sky was growing progressively darker by now, and the stars were beginning to dimly appear. Venice sighed and leaned back in the passenger seat, staring at the night.
Damian glared at the back of her head, hoping it would burn a hole in her skull. How stupid could his little half-sister be? It was bad enough the markings were there in the first place, but to practically show them off?
Venice peeked into the rear-view mirror, and saw Damian's angry face. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she shrunk down in her seat, imagining his gaze sizzling through her hair and head. Subconsciously she put her hand to her head.
Jack looked over at Venice, who had just shrunk down in her seat. She had a pouty expression on, and she kept cracking the joints in her hands. He watched as she bit her lip, then looked out to the dark, silohuetted trees.
Will saw Damian's contorted face and sensed his anger, and he turned his body a bit to be able to reach out his leg. Gently he rubbed it on Damian's, who shook his head, then glanced and smiled at Will. His hand reached over and rested on Will's leg until Will scooted closer to him and rested his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian sighed contentedly and laced his fingers in between Will's.
The four tripped out of the car when they pulled into the flourescent-lit gas-station with the nearest Dunkin Donuts.
Running inside first and forgetting about her comment about already eating, Venice eyed the donuts. When the three boys caught up, she pointed out the ones she liked, and suggested that they get a box of twelve or something.
"And I love Boston Creams! Then of course, we have to get some strawberry- icing ones. . ."
Jack stared at her, and interrupted. "You have the oddest taste in donuts! Whatever happened to glazed and powdered?"
Will laughed and put his arm around Damian. Damian grinned. "She does have an odd tongue, eh?"
'I wouldn't say that. . . I think she has a great tongue. . .' Jack thought, but kept his thoughts to himself. Instead he shrugged, and walked up to the counter.
"Ok, can we have two chocolate-icings, a strawberry icing, three Boston Creams, two powdereds, a glazed, then whatever three we didn't get is their choice."
The lady behind the counter rushed to get each donut and put in neatly in the box. Will and Damian looked around, and finally Will said, "How about a chocolate glazed, and two jelly donuts."
Damian nodded, then threw a short pile of one dollar bills on the counter. Venice put three more on top. "Then can we get two coffees?"
Jack looked at her and grinned. "You know I like coffee, I'm guessing, But what about those two?"
Venice smiled. "You smell like it. You have to, and it's on your breath so much that I might as well lick coffee beans. Damian hates coffee," He nodded, "And Will smells nothing like it. Also I don't see him as the type."
Will nodded as well. Jack rolled his eyes and asked for cream and sugar in both. Venice said nothing about how he knew.
After paying, the quartet went outside and sat on the curb next to Jack's car. Immediately Venice dug into a Boston cream, sipping her steaming coffee between bites. Jack grinned and helped himself to a powdered donut.
Will and Damian both took a jelly donut, and took turns smearing it on the other's face. The result was multiple, jelly-faced trips back inside for napkins and a lot of stares.
When eight donuts had been eaten, they piled back into Jack's car. Venice suggested going to her and Damian's house, and there they went.
About the angelic markings...think Night Crawler from the X-Men. Not where I got the idea, but where I confirmed I wanted to do it.
Holy crap! I love you Q.W.!!! thanks bunches....i'm writing a story about a chick named Ivy and it got all mixed up....it was kinda choppy, yeah. This one'll be improved, promise! And the whole car/driving and stuff is confusing...I think it's all in order but I'll double check and fix it all up a bit.
Jack let his tongue play on Venice's soft lips. He shivered as her tapered fingers rolled around in his braids. His hands slithered around her warm waist and he rolled over a little, to be able to pin her to the chair. They giggled together as they didn't succeed, and ended up on the floor.
Jack's hands grew bolder, and began to run up her shirt. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and he kept going. . .
Wait.
There was a rough spot on Venice's back. She jumped back when he touched it, purple eyes wide with fear.
"You didn't touch it!"
Jack's confused expression didn't change while he shook his head.
Venice collapsed into herself. Her sleeves folded up a little bit.
There were markings carved into her skin.
Maybe even burned. No scab was there, just a trench that looked like it had been died blue or purple. Jack stared at it.
It didn't end where her sleeve began, he guessed. So he inched closer to Venice in her fetal position, and pushed the black sleeve up.
Venice twitched backwards but Jack advanced again and she gave up. Slowly she took off her hoody to reveal a black tanktop. . .
And markings that covered her entire upper body.
"What are they?" Jack whispered, bewildered.
"Angelic markings," Venice said as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek, bringing a trace of black eyeliner with it. "They. . ."
But Will and Damian began to stir. She pulled the heavy hoody over her head then curled up on the chair, falling asleep rather quickly.
Jack scowled. He had a feeling Venice would be constantly running.
Will rolled over, surprised when the couch sliipped out from beneath him. He landed with an 'omf' and moaned painfully.
Jack smirked. Will glared at him, but anything he would've said was cut off by Damian rolling over as well. . . also falling off the creaking couch and landing right on Will.
Two more 'omf's sounded. Jack stood quickly and pounced on the empty couch. It creaked loudly and Venice woke up.
"What the fuck was that?"
"'EY! WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE!" Jack yelled.
Everyone laughed, then stopped, realizing that they sounded like an old TV sitcom when they started laughing.
Will giggled. "That was weird."
Jack rolled onto his back, the screech coming back for a moment. "Let's go get donuts," He said, staring at the ceiling. Venice rolled her eyes.
She stood up and stretched. Her sweatshirt lifted and a bit of her stomach was revealed, then a little higher and a tidbit of blue. . .
"Venice!" Damian scolded, "Watch yourself!"
Jack had noticed, but Will was looking around wildly. "What?"
Damian glared at Will. "Nothing, Will. Don't hurt yourself thinking about it."
Wil shrunk back.
Jack looked about, and took the silence for his own. "Let's go. I'm hungry."
"We just had donuts!" Venice stared, then realizing what she said, sighed, "I mean popcorn. Oh shut up," She said to no one in particular. "Bloody hell."
Jack laughed at her, then said, "Let's go anyway. We can go to Dunkin Donuts and eat in my car."
For the fourth time that day, Jack drove on the maple-tree shadowed road. The sky was growing progressively darker by now, and the stars were beginning to dimly appear. Venice sighed and leaned back in the passenger seat, staring at the night.
Damian glared at the back of her head, hoping it would burn a hole in her skull. How stupid could his little half-sister be? It was bad enough the markings were there in the first place, but to practically show them off?
Venice peeked into the rear-view mirror, and saw Damian's angry face. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she shrunk down in her seat, imagining his gaze sizzling through her hair and head. Subconsciously she put her hand to her head.
Jack looked over at Venice, who had just shrunk down in her seat. She had a pouty expression on, and she kept cracking the joints in her hands. He watched as she bit her lip, then looked out to the dark, silohuetted trees.
Will saw Damian's contorted face and sensed his anger, and he turned his body a bit to be able to reach out his leg. Gently he rubbed it on Damian's, who shook his head, then glanced and smiled at Will. His hand reached over and rested on Will's leg until Will scooted closer to him and rested his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian sighed contentedly and laced his fingers in between Will's.
The four tripped out of the car when they pulled into the flourescent-lit gas-station with the nearest Dunkin Donuts.
Running inside first and forgetting about her comment about already eating, Venice eyed the donuts. When the three boys caught up, she pointed out the ones she liked, and suggested that they get a box of twelve or something.
"And I love Boston Creams! Then of course, we have to get some strawberry- icing ones. . ."
Jack stared at her, and interrupted. "You have the oddest taste in donuts! Whatever happened to glazed and powdered?"
Will laughed and put his arm around Damian. Damian grinned. "She does have an odd tongue, eh?"
'I wouldn't say that. . . I think she has a great tongue. . .' Jack thought, but kept his thoughts to himself. Instead he shrugged, and walked up to the counter.
"Ok, can we have two chocolate-icings, a strawberry icing, three Boston Creams, two powdereds, a glazed, then whatever three we didn't get is their choice."
The lady behind the counter rushed to get each donut and put in neatly in the box. Will and Damian looked around, and finally Will said, "How about a chocolate glazed, and two jelly donuts."
Damian nodded, then threw a short pile of one dollar bills on the counter. Venice put three more on top. "Then can we get two coffees?"
Jack looked at her and grinned. "You know I like coffee, I'm guessing, But what about those two?"
Venice smiled. "You smell like it. You have to, and it's on your breath so much that I might as well lick coffee beans. Damian hates coffee," He nodded, "And Will smells nothing like it. Also I don't see him as the type."
Will nodded as well. Jack rolled his eyes and asked for cream and sugar in both. Venice said nothing about how he knew.
After paying, the quartet went outside and sat on the curb next to Jack's car. Immediately Venice dug into a Boston cream, sipping her steaming coffee between bites. Jack grinned and helped himself to a powdered donut.
Will and Damian both took a jelly donut, and took turns smearing it on the other's face. The result was multiple, jelly-faced trips back inside for napkins and a lot of stares.
When eight donuts had been eaten, they piled back into Jack's car. Venice suggested going to her and Damian's house, and there they went.