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Post by Jack Skellington on Dec 30, 2008 15:36:43 GMT -5
The next morning, Jack was up again, and having little in the way of his own worldly possessions, he was back in the tailored pinstripe suit, waiting out in the hall, stretching and flexing his new body. After spending most of the night poking and prodding his new skin, feeling his bones trapped under skin and muscle tissue, he felt more confident with his new form, and was ready to use it.
"Morning!"
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Post by emo!Rogue on Dec 30, 2008 16:37:53 GMT -5
Rogue smiled at him sleepily, happy and rested but still waking up. Her clothes, too, were exactly the same, for she had no others, and not enough money to change that. She wouldn't know how to dress in these old clothes, anyway.
"Mornin'," she said. "So did you sleep, or what?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 2, 2009 0:01:29 GMT -5
"Yes, I slept, eventually..." he said, seeming like he was playing "itsy-bitsy-spider" with his fingers. "I was up part of the night though, er...." It was a little hard to tell - Jack's eyes were preternaturally lined with darker skin, hinting at the skull-face underneath.
"I think I may need to postpone our ghost hunting a little," he said, rather sheepishly, which, in itself was rather unusual for the boisterous Skellington. "Maybe after breakfast... we could find some books?" he asked, his deep voice softening almost to a whisper, his fingers still at play. And his face was almost as red as his hair.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 5, 2009 11:12:13 GMT -5
Rogue peered up at him, utterly confused. Her dark makeup, smeared as it usually was, was little different from before and hid any signs of sleeplessness. Though she did not yet know Jack well, his behavior seemed odd, even for him.
"Okay," she said slowly. "I mean, sure. Um... what sort of books?"
She wasn't sure where to get breakfast. Her money was running out, and they'd need to find some other method of staying alive.
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Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 6, 2009 20:28:18 GMT -5
"Well, books on people," he said discreetly, not able to meet eyes with Rogue. Mostly because he was fairly certain that there were certain things that boys and girls, regardless of species, world of origin or the like... well, some things were just improper to discuss! He had resolved that if he wouldn't speak of his anatomy to Sally, who was someone he was much closer too and who lived with a man who constructed people from parts of flesh... well, then, he wouldn't discuss it with Rogue!
"Maybe we should raid the kitchens..." he suggested, wanting away from the topic.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 7, 2009 12:48:12 GMT -5
She couldn't know what he was thinking about; she'd thought about him as a boy, of course, which had led to some blushes and a strict admonishment to herself. But she hadn't thought through his newness to this condition. Or the potential differences between his former state and current. But she did know it was new, and it made sense he'd want to learn about it.
She had.
"Sure," she said. "We can find books. After breakfast."
Rogue smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. "C'mon. It can't be too hard to find."
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Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 7, 2009 18:41:19 GMT -5
Jack, looking a lot less flushed in the face, smiled and took a big, relieved breath, then took the lead again.
"Well, it shouldn't be too hard - I'm sure we'll be able to smell the food cooking!"
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Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 7, 2009 18:46:16 GMT -5
She nodded, glad he was looking more normal. For him. Just then, her stomach rumbled loudly, and she laughed. "Okay, there's our signal."
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Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 7, 2009 19:19:40 GMT -5
Jack laughed and offered his hand to Rogue as usual, growing used to tugging her along, even though she had yet to really protest his actions.
"Then, let's start sniffing!"
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Post by emo!Rogue on Jan 7, 2009 19:27:01 GMT -5
Rogue hadn't thought to protest, largely because it was 1) contact, which she was starve for and 2) contact that did not seem to be requesting further contact, even when it made her blush and admonish herself. So it seemed both safe and intriguing, and she hadn't the ability to deny that little comfort where it was given.
So she trailed along in his wake, hungry and laughing and more or less happy.
((Let's move 'em, shall we?))
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Post by Jack Skellington on Jan 7, 2009 20:02:48 GMT -5
((okay by me))
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