WHO: Elle Bishop and Jack Skellington WHERE: Getting ice cream in town! WHEN: Tonight, probably around 8:30-ish. RATING/WARNINGS: Jack is extremely energetic and upbeat by nature, so maybe that? I’m going to go PG-13 just to be safe. STATUS: Incomplete
Jack could tell from Elle’s responses that she wasn’t going to be easy to cheer up, but that didn’t stop him from smiling broadly as he walked briskly to her flat. What could he say, he was just a happy person by nature? Though he could relate more than he cared to admit to the kind of problem she was having. He kept his thoughts from his original human life for the time being. He was here to cheer Elle up, and that was what he was going to do! Jack hoped, for Elle’s sake, that her father never showed up in this new world. In Jack’s experience, men like that rarely ever learned, and he didn’t want the man getting hooks into Elle again. If he DID learn, then fair enough, but Elle seemed like a sweet girl, she didn’t deserve to be mistreated by someone that was supposed to love her.
He was able to make it to Elle’s fairly swiftly, thanks to there not being too much that triggered his obsessive tendencies around. He had lived on Earth once, and was still at least peripherally aware of the customs. And technology, while very advanced in some areas, hadn’t advanced so far to give him a real culture shock, which prevented him from obsessing over everything in sight. Although even he had to admit, some of these cars he was seeing on the internet were very nice.
He imagined he might look a little odd, smiling and waving to people he saw on the street, but he didn’t mind. It made him happy to smile and wave at people, even if they saw it as odd. Every once in a while, someone would wave back, and that would make it all worth it. His smile broadened each time it happened, and he felt that much more energized.
He reached Elle’s door and straightened the black button-up he’d thrown on. The suit had been a little much, he’d thought, and the plastic bat…well, yes. That wouldn’t have gone over well, he thought. Perhaps for Halloween? Well, if Halloween was a big deal here. For some reason, he thought he remembered that it wasn’t. It was a shame, but he wasn’t going to be so obnoxious to try and force his customs on others. Instead of the suit, he wore the black button-up with the required black sleeveless shirt underneath, dark pants, and his regular pair of shoes, as he hadn’t been by a store to buy new ones yet. They didn’t look too out of place, so it wasn’t too big of an issue.
He surveyed himself once, straightening what needed to be straightened – he liked to make a good first impression! – and then knocked on her door. “Elle? It’s me, Jack.”