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[ Joining the buzz of confusion filling the Poke'Network today is a very concerned face--or the lack of a face really. No skin, no hair, no lips or eyes...a bleached skull peers into his poke'gear's camera with a pair of glasses pinched in his boney fingers.]
I really hate to be a bother to anyone, but...my nose has disappeared. And my ears. Not that I'm complaining, you see! But...is it just me?
[Jack tries to put his glasses back on out of habit and fumbles them to the ground.]
Whup--- NO! NO NO NO!
[The 'gear's view swings wildly to reveal that Jack was on a sunny route, minding his own damn business, but traveling, as one must on some routs, near a Ledge.
Jack groans.]
Oooh, I swear these blasted natural formations will be the death of me...now I've got to go all the way back aro-- what is that?
[He peers at something off-camera with much interest. Soon, a rumbling can be heard.]
Why...it's a automobile. It's going terribly fast, I don't think that's safe...there isn't a road way out here in these woods what in the WORLD do they think they're doing?
[ Le squint.]
Are they...?
[ Jack's face, though he has not an inch of skin to speak of, goes through a hilarious kaleidoscope of expressions before settling on D8!!!!!!!!!!!4 He tears away from the ledge and abandons his 'gear in the middle of the path in favor of some nice, inviting bushes to dive headfirst into because....]
[OOC: Help a rattled skeleton find his glasses in the wreckage of several innocent trees or run for your fucking lives with him. Oh Jesus help us all. Cruella will be tagging around this weekend under my personal journal wolfyttwisted.]
I really hate to be a bother to anyone, but...my nose has disappeared. And my ears. Not that I'm complaining, you see! But...is it just me?
[Jack tries to put his glasses back on out of habit and fumbles them to the ground.]
Whup--- NO! NO NO NO!
[The 'gear's view swings wildly to reveal that Jack was on a sunny route, minding his own damn business, but traveling, as one must on some routs, near a Ledge.
Jack groans.]
Oooh, I swear these blasted natural formations will be the death of me...now I've got to go all the way back aro-- what is that?
[He peers at something off-camera with much interest. Soon, a rumbling can be heard.]
Why...it's a automobile. It's going terribly fast, I don't think that's safe...there isn't a road way out here in these woods what in the WORLD do they think they're doing?
[ Le squint.]
Are they...?
[ Jack's face, though he has not an inch of skin to speak of, goes through a hilarious kaleidoscope of expressions before settling on D8!!!!!!!!!!!4 He tears away from the ledge and abandons his 'gear in the middle of the path in favor of some nice, inviting bushes to dive headfirst into because....]
[OOC: Help a rattled skeleton find his glasses in the wreckage of several innocent trees or run for your fucking lives with him. Oh Jesus help us all. Cruella will be tagging around this weekend under my personal journal wolfyttwisted.]
