pumpkinskeleton (pumpkinskeleton) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-09-25 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack skellington, prue halliwell |
Who: Jack Skellington and Prue Halliwell
What: Meeting and getting Bearings
Where: Outside random cemetery
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBA, but probably not high
This was wrong, all wrong! He couldn’t be here! Wherever here was. Jack looked around in a panic. Usually he kept his cool and got things done, but this was a curve ball and there were lives at stake! He felt near tears as he tried desperately to get back. Santa had to be saved from Oogie and then Christmas would be saved. This was all his fault and he had to fix it, but somehow when he’d gone into the grave to go home it took him here instead. He’d tried all he could, running in and out of the mausoleum, slamming up against the back all in case there was some hidden door way only brute force would reveal. Then when that didn’t work, he ran out and went to find the slabs of marble the covered the burial plots.
Over turning all that he could find, he still couldn’t find his way back. He even got desperate enough to start digging into graves. All that got him were sore and bloodied hands from cutting them on the rocks. This of course changed his attention from getting back to the fact that he was bleeding as well as had skin! Rushing back to the original mausoleum he looked at the mirror in the doorway and went wide eyed. There staring back were two dark eyes surrounded by pale, slightly flushed skin. The rosy tint to his cheeks not making him feel any better as he gripped the wild mane that had suddenly sprouted and let out a scream or wail that no human or demon could ever make, shattering the mirror and several glass vases holding flowers in the cemetery.
Now. . . It was starting to sink in. . . He was human. . . Maybe. He wasn’t for sure and there was a lot that was going on. His black, pinstriped suit was ruined. Covered in grave dirt and a few drops of blood on the white shirt from here he’d pulled his hands to when he first realized they were covered in flesh. His bat tie, what used to be a bat was nor more than that. A bat tie. Ripping it off he hissed and he bound the worse hand before he rushed off. Maybe he could find someone, maybe a human that knew of him. After all there had been other doors to holidays and maybe the humans knew about them. Running fast, he slowed as he burst through the iron gate and let it swing close just as he turned his head and saw a woman coming towards him. Relief flooded through him as he turned and walked towards him. “Miss! Miss!” He called holding up his unbandaged hand to wave and catch her attention.