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James T. Kirk ([personal profile] captain_jtkirk) wrote2010-09-19 11:30 pm

.004 - Jesus got to him

[Carnival Filter]

You ever think, that the end of the day, we're just hurting ourselves?

We don't just live in sin. We make it, we invite it into our home and then we wonder why it turns around and bites the hand that's feeding it. We deserve better.

[Private to Father Prefect]

You listen to confessions or something?

[ooc: Preacher Prefect has been preaching at Kirk very convincingly. And with Angie and John leaving, plus Shinzon creeping on Leia, it's just adding fuel to the thinking storm in Jim's head. And when Kirk thinks, crazy impulsive ideas always come popping out.

What you need to know about Carnie Kirk: He and Morgan bark the cooch, most of whom he's related to, Jim himself has, uh... not been exactly faithful to his marriage, either actually selling himself on the sly or just fucking around with the other people in the carnival for funsies. It's cool to assume he and your character have had an affair.]
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[personal profile] empirical_data 2010-09-20 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Carnival Filter]

No, I would never ever drink. It's terrible for you and ruins your breath.

[Private]

Absolutely drunk. I can still remember the filter buttons though. So... good on me.

Private

[identity profile] captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com 2010-09-20 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
You ain't nearly shitfaced enough.

Need some company?
empirical_data: ([human] sepia huh?)

[Private]

[personal profile] empirical_data 2010-09-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. A little bit. I could use it.
empirical_data: ([human] sepia mournful)

[Private]

[personal profile] empirical_data 2010-09-20 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
By the tents. The big tent. That is now unoccupied. And very. Very. Big.
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[personal profile] empirical_data 2010-09-20 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[And Carlos is in Annie's tent, shirtsleeves rolled up, tux jacket off, and his vest unbuttoned. His tophat is sort of thrown on top of his coat off to the side, and he's fully aware he's bordering looking like one of the rousties (heaven forbid) with how unkempt he is. He's in a staring contest with a bottle of juice that he's been adding moonshine to, so he could sneak it out in public without anyone questioning him on it.]

I guess people find salvation in the strangest places. Here you go... [He offers the last half of the bottle of straight-up hootch to Jim.] I was saving this for a special occasion. I suppose this counts as one.