Who: Jack Harkness and Jack Skellington What: Moonlit walk Where: Around the grounds When: Just after sunset Rating: TBA But you never know with either Jack Status: Incomplete
Jack was on the docks a few minutes before sundown. It was a nice night and the moon was already in the sky, bright and full. The need for contact again and overthrew the need to be a grouchy old man that hated everyone. Hands in his pockets, he waited, hair straightish after being beaten down into submission and brushed back with a slight bounce to it. The skeleton king would have taken a seat on a pole holding up the docks, but he thought it better than to get his pin striped trousers dirty. A pair of worn boots graced his feet while his usual white button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, covered in a vest matching his slacks as well as a matching tie.
The moon was still rising and it was slightly chilly with a breeze, but Jack liked it like that. Seeing leaves that had fallen and scattered dancing in the wind. His pale, thin frame stood out from everyone else at the resort and he wasn’t ashamed of it either. Not ever how odd his eyes were compared to everyone else’s. Dark, the iris nearly blending in completely with the pupil. For once, Jack was nervous. Chewing on his lip, a habit he’d started here, he waited patiently for the other Jack to show up. Hopefully he wouldn’t be left waiting all night.