((OOC: I'm happy playing in both brackets and prose!!))
1. ARRIVAL-- newbie apartments
The last thing Jack remembered was the shrill whistle of a military charge headed straight for his sleigh. The roaring wind and the hissing of fire lingered on the edge of his senses. And then there was nothing but the free floating feeling of falling through miles and miles of open sky. However, Jack did not come crashing down in an old cemetery surrounded by his ruined plans. He opened his eye sockets underwater and before he had the chance to question what had happened, he was gently tugged upright and given quite a welcome.
Human beings! All around him were humans and while they were all looking at him with varying degrees of awe, none of them had run screaming. Jack couldn't decide if he liked that or not. He felt...terrible. He felt weak, weaker than he had when he'd spent several nights awake unfolding the algebra of Christmas with only wine to keep him going.
After everything is said and done, the tall skeleton stands at the window of his apartment looking down on the foot traffic below. It is clear his quarters belong to a newcomer so should anyone come knocking, he will be there to answer.
2. ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING--around town
The sound of wailing children can be herd emanating from a building down the lane. What at first may seem like an attack by some terrible undead creature on a household full of orphans plays out. Jack stands at the doorway with his arms pinned to his sides and his head dipped in shame. The woman in the doorway barring the way between Jack and a herd of unhappy children shakes a finger at him and shouts.
"You're supposed to be a chosen one and this is how you behave!"
"I'm so, so sorry, ma'am. But that is how I remember Cinderella ending! I thought they would like it, honest I did."
"You won't be telling any more stories on my watch." The woman picks up a toddler who is red in the face and scrubbing at her eyes with her tiny fists. "Go!"
Jack heaves a sigh and nods before turning with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. It wasn't his fault that kids these days couldn't handle the original Brothers Grimm fairytales! They were the only fairytales he knew! With a hand rubbing one shoulder, Jack skulked away from the scene, thoroughly embarrassed.
Nobody saw that, right?
3. SCARECROW--farmland
What better place for a man who prides himself on being terrifying than out in a field where his only job was to frighten crows? This is what the people of the settlement eventually came to agree on. Jack couldn't tell stories to children without making them cry, couldn't emborder robes without making grisly scenes of people being beheaded, and could hardly be counted on to carry heavy loads. He was only bones after all.
Yes, a scarecrow was the perfect job for him.
Jack sat perched atop a wooden frame that stood tall over a sprawling field of vegetables of all kinds. He looked the part of the scarecrow as well, having been gifted with a broad hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. He barely looked alive at all save for when his fidgety nature prompted him to turn and wave at those passing by on the roads or to fling his arms up and spook circling birds.
Jack Skellington | The Nightmare Before Christmas | Solvunn | The Fool |
1. ARRIVAL-- newbie apartments
The last thing Jack remembered was the shrill whistle of a military charge headed straight for his sleigh. The roaring wind and the hissing of fire lingered on the edge of his senses. And then there was nothing but the free floating feeling of falling through miles and miles of open sky. However, Jack did not come crashing down in an old cemetery surrounded by his ruined plans. He opened his eye sockets underwater and before he had the chance to question what had happened, he was gently tugged upright and given quite a welcome.
Human beings! All around him were humans and while they were all looking at him with varying degrees of awe, none of them had run screaming. Jack couldn't decide if he liked that or not. He felt...terrible. He felt weak, weaker than he had when he'd spent several nights awake unfolding the algebra of Christmas with only wine to keep him going.
After everything is said and done, the tall skeleton stands at the window of his apartment looking down on the foot traffic below. It is clear his quarters belong to a newcomer so should anyone come knocking, he will be there to answer.
2. ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING--around town
The sound of wailing children can be herd emanating from a building down the lane. What at first may seem like an attack by some terrible undead creature on a household full of orphans plays out. Jack stands at the doorway with his arms pinned to his sides and his head dipped in shame. The woman in the doorway barring the way between Jack and a herd of unhappy children shakes a finger at him and shouts.
"You're supposed to be a chosen one and this is how you behave!"
"I'm so, so sorry, ma'am. But that is how I remember Cinderella ending! I thought they would like it, honest I did."
"You won't be telling any more stories on my watch." The woman picks up a toddler who is red in the face and scrubbing at her eyes with her tiny fists. "Go!"
Jack heaves a sigh and nods before turning with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. It wasn't his fault that kids these days couldn't handle the original Brothers Grimm fairytales! They were the only fairytales he knew! With a hand rubbing one shoulder, Jack skulked away from the scene, thoroughly embarrassed.
Nobody saw that, right?
3. SCARECROW--farmland
What better place for a man who prides himself on being terrifying than out in a field where his only job was to frighten crows? This is what the people of the settlement eventually came to agree on. Jack couldn't tell stories to children without making them cry, couldn't emborder robes without making grisly scenes of people being beheaded, and could hardly be counted on to carry heavy loads. He was only bones after all.
Yes, a scarecrow was the perfect job for him.
Jack sat perched atop a wooden frame that stood tall over a sprawling field of vegetables of all kinds. He looked the part of the scarecrow as well, having been gifted with a broad hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. He barely looked alive at all save for when his fidgety nature prompted him to turn and wave at those passing by on the roads or to fling his arms up and spook circling birds.
"Boo!" he would shout at them. "Go away!"