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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 17, 2008 11:06:08 GMT -5
Rogue giggled, almost--but not quite--not noticing the physical contact that was so worrisome to her. Mostly covered as she was, no actual contact had been made, and she was feeling lose and free and happy.
"I thought you'd been there!" she demanded. "Oh well. Um, shouldn't we be able to see it?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 18, 2008 16:33:54 GMT -5
"Oh yeah! Well, I'd only been there at night, and passing across rooftops, not on the streets..." he said, his own suit providing enough of a barrier if the worry ever presented itself again.
"I see it!" he said with a laugh, turning around with Rogue in his arms, then taking off again, dragging her along.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 18, 2008 16:51:32 GMT -5
Rogue giggled again and lurched drunkenly after him, glad he hadn't assumed she could jump over rooftops or whatever.
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 18, 2008 18:43:00 GMT -5
Jack pulled her along until he was quite out of breath, then let Rogue go, doubling over and putting his hands on his knees. It was his first time struggling to breathe, and so he looked rather pale and blotchy in his face.
"What... is wrong... with me?" he asked, hardly able to look up at Rogue.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 18, 2008 19:19:40 GMT -5
Rogue, out of breath herself, paused and peered at him in concern for a moment before figuring out what it was. If he'd never eaten before, never been drunk...
"Haven't you ever run before?" she said. "Enough to get out of breath?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 18, 2008 22:52:41 GMT -5
"I've... run..." he panted, falling back and onto his rear, so that now he looked up to speak to her. "But.... I... I'm not used to lungs..."
Then a horrifying thought occurred to him - what if he could die as a human now?!
"Or eating... I told you... I was a skeleton..."
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 19, 2008 10:36:41 GMT -5
Rogue frowned.
"Yeah, I keep forgetting," she said. What did that even mean, "I was a skeleton"? It wasn't like she knew how skeletons... worked. When they were alive and stuff. "Well... you were going kind of fast. Our lungs need oxygen, and our hearts need to pump blood, and... and we have muscles that get tired. And sometimes running after eating can give you cramps--like a pain in your side. Do you have that?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 19, 2008 15:58:19 GMT -5
"Yeah..." he said, scrunching up his pixie-ish face and rubbing at his side to further illustrate the point of his pain. "Everything... sort of hurts all over," he pouted, hoping she'd have a solution to his problems.
She did seem to be a font of useful information, and he liked that.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 19, 2008 16:44:28 GMT -5
"Oh," Rogue said, frowning slightly as she thought about it. "Well... if you're not used to having muscles, maybe they don't really know how to work yet. I mean, you're not in shape. People have to..." What was the phrase they'd used in biology? "Use it or lose it," she said finally. "If you don't exercise, you get weaker. Maybe your, um, new body came without a lot of exercise so now it's tired easily. But I hear it's better to keep going--slowly--than stop altogether and let them get stiff. Can you walk?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 19, 2008 17:32:54 GMT -5
"I think so," he huffed, bending himself over and then crawling a bit until he could stand on palms and feet, then sprang upright, wobbling a bit upon coming to a complete standing position. Whatever he'd had with the wine had worn off a little, but he still felt delightfully "fuzzy."
"I think that would be a wise idea. You are very full of those ideas..." Jack said with an air of epiphany to his voice. "I will hang onto them."
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 19, 2008 17:49:15 GMT -5
Rogue had very rarely been praised for her ideas, so this was a new, and flattering experience. It was extremely flattering after all to be the guide of the King of Halloween in the art of being human, even if one was as bad at is as Rogue felt she was. A bit heady, in fact.
She took his hand again in her gloved one, on impulse that was becoming more natural, and they began to walk slowly towards the Tower.
"Better?" she asked. "I guess you're new at it. You shouldn't work too hard."
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 19, 2008 20:12:59 GMT -5
He colored a little bit in embarrassment and nodded, loosening his tie a bit as he walked with Rogue.
"Thanks... I'll try to keep that in mind... I hope I will have the hang of it soon..."
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 19, 2008 21:08:25 GMT -5
Rogue squeezed his hand.
"It's gotta be kind of rough, huh?" she said softly. "I mean, wakin' up and finding out everything's changed, and you're not the same..." She trailed off, lost in her own memories for a moment before she shook them off. "You just ask me anything you want," she sad, wishing she'd had a mentor of her own in those first few days, "and I promise I won't laugh or anything."
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 20, 2008 19:59:21 GMT -5
"You promise? I mean, I'm not sure about all the ways humans work, and I... I don't want to make a mess of things. I will try to be the best human I can. I hope it's not too different than being a skeleton... Except... I can't help noticing... that I'm not very scary. No one's running from me."
And to that extent, he seemed to pout.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 21, 2008 11:24:24 GMT -5
"Nooo," Rogue said slowly. He was actually kind of weirdly cute. "You're not, really. Do you want people to run from you? I mean, I'm sure you could manage it--but it might make things inconvenient if you want... well, friends, or to be served in a restaurant. Or whatever."
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