Who: Jack Skellington and Damien Thorn What: Meeting of cabin mates Where: Their cabin When: Afternoon Rating: PG-13 for gruesome content Status: Incomplete
Jack was currently in the larger of the bathrooms playing with his face. The fact that he was flesh and alive with organs and blood racing through his veins was still taking some getting used to. Especially that damn mop of black hair. It didn’t matter what he did with it, it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Great, just fantastic. No more empty eye sockets, stretching his face out to have sharp fangs, or not having to worry about taking care of himself. He didn’t need to eat, go to the bathroom, shower, keep his appearance ‘healthy’ looking.
Now he probably would have to do all that and more. On the upside he did have an unhealthy pale skin tone with dark circles around his eyes. Though he was human, he was still a skinny man with thin limbs and boney fingers. A skeleton with skin, though there was a bit of muscle and fat over his ribs to suggested he was a healthy eater. Tempted to poke his large hazel eyes out and see if they came back or he could see without them, he put it off and walked out into the main area to explore a bit. So far he’d seen the opening of his cabin, a kitchen area, and the bathroom after having a slight fit over his new appearance.
So it might have been more than just a fit. A scream so piercing that it broke a few glasses in the kitchen, or so he heard. From there he continued to poke and prod his new body trying to figure out just what to do with it. “My God, I’m a human,” he moaned woefully into the mirror.