Jack Skellington (
quickattackjack) wrote2011-05-28 01:04 am
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27 days till Halloween [Video/action/ FOURTH WALL TIMES AWH YEAH]
[ 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.]

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Kay! Boy am I glad to see you, hide before she comes back!
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Zach, do you see that? That's Jack Skellington. You remember him, right?
... That's right. He's from Tim Burton's 1993 classic, The Nightmare Before Christmas. Now that was a memorable movie. The music, the animation... Everything about it is still popular today. I'm not sure if it's Tim Burton's masterpiece, though--
[... And now he just stands there calmly as Cruella races by.]
Odd place, Zach. Fun, but definitely odd.
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....What an unpleasant person.
[If he'd had any, the little hairs along Jack's neck would have stood up. He felt like he was being watched.]
[action] Teehee~
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[Jack peers reluctantly over the ledge where the still smoking tire tracks lead. Those glasses...those glasses were gone, son.
8C He'd liked them too. He thought they were classy.]
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[action] "Me. I've got a tie. Right here."
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Hiding, then running all good?
I'd ask about the skeletal appearance, but I don't think this is the best time, somehow.
AWHL GUUD
Wha-- oh! I'm sorry...is this your bush?
AWESOMEEEE
Sorry for frightening you, but I think that woman is mildly homicidal. {Sideways glance!} We can share, can we not?
FOLIAGE FRIENDS FOREVER
And I think you're right. But...I think she's gone now.
[Jack braves the world and pokes his head out of the bushes, seeing nothing but a trail of dust and deep, dark tire tracks.]
That was terrible. She came out of nowhere. Are you alright, ma'am?
DON'T YOU MEAN FOLIAGE FRONDS FOREVER? /ha ha ha oh the puns
I HAVE BEEN DEFEATED
I AM OBVIOUSLY A MASTER AT PUNS
NOW YOU MUST DEFEAT HEATHER TO WIN THE TROPHY
OH NO NOT HEATHER HOW COULD I EVER DEFEAT HER
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H-help?! Someone?!
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Hold on, you'll be alright!
[He figured he could catch her. He rushes to the spot and wonders how on earth she got stuck like that.]
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I - I think I'm slipping -!
{And indeed she is - and suddenly, with a shriek, her grip fails, and she falls towards the ground!}
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[BASEBALL DIVE. DOES HE MAKE IT?]
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I don't know about you, but I don't like being dashed to pieces. It's very had to pull myself back together!
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Well, zombie-san (x >9000 ) is kind of already dead, so instead they're running towards you ♥ ]
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Oh, hello!
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