Jack Skellington (
quickattackjack) wrote2011-12-05 02:49 pm
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37 days till Halloween [video] [action]
[Who missed having a screen-ful of cheerful old guy face?]
[Anyone?]
Hello, everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it? Would you believe me if I said I lost my gear in the sofa cushions?
...because I did.
ANYHOW who's ready for Christmas? Me. I am. I am ready for Christmas. Do you suppose Sandyclaws will come back? He left me a Houndour egg last year. Or someone did. I like to think I've been good this year. [If you don't count pranking the breeding center and possibly kidnapping people while dressed as a pirate on Halloween shhh.] I bet this is going to be a first Christmas for some of you! Let me tell you, it's going to be wonderful!
...so long as nothing explodes. But that's a given. I think.
I really do hope nothing explodes.
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[Jack wanders the streets of Goldenrod in an overly puffy coat because adsfdsklgg cold. Under one arm are a few boxes that have already been wrapped and in his other hand is a list. He furrows his brows as he looks at the names on it and pauses every few stores to see if he can spot anything his friends might like.]
[But then he sees something else.]
[The poor ex-skeleton finds himself in the shadow of the biggest casino in town.]
[DB NO. MUST....RESIST. SHINY GAMES. AND LIGHTS. AND MUSIC.]
[He plants the list against his face and just sort of stands there on the street corner for a while.]
[A long while.]
Jack, old boy, we can beat this.
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Hello, everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it? Would you believe me if I said I lost my gear in the sofa cushions?
...because I did.
ANYHOW who's ready for Christmas? Me. I am. I am ready for Christmas. Do you suppose Sandyclaws will come back? He left me a Houndour egg last year. Or someone did. I like to think I've been good this year. [If you don't count pranking the breeding center and possibly kidnapping people while dressed as a pirate on Halloween shhh.] I bet this is going to be a first Christmas for some of you! Let me tell you, it's going to be wonderful!
...so long as nothing explodes. But that's a given. I think.
I really do hope nothing explodes.
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[Jack wanders the streets of Goldenrod in an overly puffy coat because adsfdsklgg cold. Under one arm are a few boxes that have already been wrapped and in his other hand is a list. He furrows his brows as he looks at the names on it and pauses every few stores to see if he can spot anything his friends might like.]
[But then he sees something else.]
[The poor ex-skeleton finds himself in the shadow of the biggest casino in town.]
[DB NO. MUST....RESIST. SHINY GAMES. AND LIGHTS. AND MUSIC.]
[He plants the list against his face and just sort of stands there on the street corner for a while.]
[A long while.]
Jack, old boy, we can beat this.
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That is brilliant! I didn't know Pokemon can do that!
[Noticing Father's remark but oblivious to the silent spell that has fallen over him, he turns his attention to his friend.]
Really? Are you a man of many hats?
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Father, what's the matter? There's nothing wrong with being good at a lot of different things.
[Jack thought maybe he was ashamed of not having one 'true' talent...but why so scared?]
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Mother wouldn't like it. [It's not even crossing his mind to cover up his tracks and call her his wife, instead of mother; he's far too used to only being around children, where that made sense.]
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[But why the fear? It bugged him.]
[The ex-skeleton flips his coat collar up against a chilly breeze that passes them by.]
Would you like to go inside somewhere?
[This was not a thing to be discussed on a street corner and it had its hooks in Jack's interest.]
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[BI It does'nt help that Jack is like...taller than half the book shelves here but whatever.]
Father, I don't mean to dig around your grave, but are you hiding from someone?
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The Other Father remains silent for the walk, remembering that it was his place, that if he talks he might just say something he's not meant to, which can only ever bring bad things.]
From someone? Nope. [The fear's still there. Buttons hid so much.]
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Tell me about Mother.
[It was not a question.]
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My wife won't be happy.
[He's used to giving into demands, but they've always been from her... Jack, he's really not sure whether it's better to go through you or the Beldam. Who, really, is worse?]
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Why? You're doing nothing wrong.
[He wasn't married, but he KNEW how relationships were supposed to work. Or he thought so anyway.]
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[Jack's favorite word. Followed closely by 'how'.' His gaze isn't as harsh, but it isn't letting up. Sometimes Sally told him not to do things. 'No, Jack, that machine isn't finished, Dr. Finklestein has everything exactly the way he wants it, you shouldn't t--NO JACK!' but it was nothing like this. It usually ended up with far less holes in the roof than there would be otherwise.]
[The fear bothered him so much.]
You're allowed to talk about whatever you like. You're your own person.
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[Jack nods to himself as if he suddenly has the authority to say so. He has the ability to talk himself into just about anything. This was becoming of growing importance to the skeleton.]
No one is going to get you here. I don't mean to speak ill of your wife, but you seem awfully frightened of her.
[8[ What was this lady LIKE?]
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But then again, Jack is... his friend? That is the right word, he thinks. He's never had friends, just a wife and children and the neighbours that he never really interacted with... oh, and the mice. The Other Father knows how friendship is meant to work, and that he's meant to trust them. Trust is important.
He did stick up to her to help Coraline, he did get that courage. He has his Pokémon now too. And Mother isn't here, and he's finally beginning to think that she might not be coming; Mother would have been here straight away, surely? Maybe... No, he doesn't want to think that she might not care about him. He loves his wife. But...
He keeps his voice low, slow, disappointed, as he stares into nothingness once again, forgetting the full use of his eyes. The Ditto slides up onto Jack's shoulder.]
Mother scares us all.
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[Where he came from, there were monsters. There were all kinds of monsters. There were monsters that lurked in the dark, that drooled, that gobbled up little children and grown men alike who went into the woods at night. And those monsters were okay.]
[But there were other kinds of monsters. Monsters he did not rule over and monsters that he did not like.]
I can tell. Well. She isn't here. And you don't have to be afraid any more.
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Mother said we'd be a family. She told me their real fathers treated them badly.
[She told him so many things to make him say what she wanted.]
She caught them in her web and made them like us. The Buttons...
[He's just staring at blank space, thinking about it all, about what she made him do, about how much guilt he feels about this. Mother gave him free will, and that was where she went wrong; now he's learnt to feel emotions, over the span of the four children, he's gained a sense of right and wrong, who to help and who to fear. It's the first time he's faced his thoughts aloud in Johto- no, in forever.
It's also the first time he's faced his thoughts being human, and as he stares at that blank space, concentrating too hard on his thoughts and in turn forgetting about his eyes, remembering only buttons... It's the first time he's ever shed a tear.]
Mother made me.
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[The king puts a hand on the Other Father's shoulder because just...what the hell else could you DO? Vincent Price alive, this poor, poor bastard.]
She can't make you any more.
[Though it felt almost cruel. A bitter taste in the back of his mouth told him that there was the possibility of bad blood breaching Johto's barriers, wherever they might lay. He'd seen it happen to others.]
No one can make you do anything.
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[And in turn, he'll do anything for her.]
She made me.
[He can't help how cryptic he's being, because it's coming through in little bits for him. But 'She made me'? It isn't cryptic, it's as plain as that: the Other Mother made him from a pumpkin in the garden.]
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[He's not sure what to say to that so he keeps his hand on the man's shoulder. He does glance over to the Ditto. Do you have any ideas, chewing gum with a smiley face?]
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The Other Father blinks, his frown still there, his expressions barely changed, but he moves his eyes towards Jack.]
Mother made me from a pumpkin.
[But, the Other Father is a kind, fun-loving man, as always said... he can see the amusement in that statement; Pumpkin and Pumpkin King. A small smile creeps as the man tries to cheer up.
He is however, quite confused at why his face is wet.]
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[The skeleton leans a little to get a better look at him. Well...he was wearing orange. But who in the world was he to doubt something like that? He was the Pumpkin King and even if it wasn't his exact role, he was going to keep an eye on the gourd.]
You're a very talented pumpkin.
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As long as I'm a good Father and husband, no other talent matters. But it's a magnificent compliment coming from the king. [He lets out a little chuckle. Luckily, he's used to cheering up from times like this quickly, he's used to changing his mood to hide his thoughts; he has to for the the kids.]
... Thanks, Jack.
[And a little 'Ditto!' of thank you, too.]
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I replied to this before. ;-; Silly LJ. 11 DAYS LATER.