April 2013
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some-jerk-named-jack:
The mountain. That was at least far from the village. He’d have to take care that this thing wasn’t just getting him to speed off so he could wreak havoc in the momentary absence. No, he seemed, at least on the surface, to honestly want to relocate, and to race. Jack did need to test out his powers more thoroughly.
Maybe he shouldn’t, though. Maybe showing all his cards...
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[ ooc ]
[ would anyone like a starter? apologies if i might come across as difficult to approach or intimidating in any way. i’m terribly flattered by all of the watches and such! if you’d like to plot a storyline or scenario too, please feel free to message me. i’m very much multi-verse, so don’t feel discouraged by the fact i ‘already have’ a jack :> OCs are also...
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Reblog if you think Pitch Black is the best Disney...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Whatever Pitch was getting at, Jack couldn’t fathom. He found his eyes narrowing, head slowly shaking as he tried to process what he was saying… or not saying, as it were. The topic changed quickly enough that he didn’t dwell. This was just a very odd one, he decided.
“Hail happens in the summer. It’s the dead of winter now,” Jack replied matter-of-factly. ”But the rest…...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“I already did,” he replied, not wanting to seem terribly naive about himself. This thing already had the upper hand, and obviously knew it, but anything he could do to chip away at that was necessary. “I mean, how do you think I know how to fly?”
He’d try to subdue the obvious shock in his eyes when Pitch re-appeared upside-down, but all of this supernatural stuff was very...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
How could that be? How could he be put here, given powers beyond reason and… abandoned to do as he would? That seemed too bizarre to consider, especially since this one was supposedly the Boogeyman. He’d mull over this silently for a few moments, eyes looking vaguely over the town.
“…what good are my powers to anyone else?” he’d plause slowly, as if wondering aloud rather...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
That seemed to fit. It seemed like perhaps he was getting closer to the truth. This thing seemed befitting of the title of ‘Boogeyman’, true enough, but everything else…?
“What legend am I…?”
If this was true, he had to know. Who was he supposed to be? What did ‘Jack Frost’ mean? And what good were his powers? How could he maintain them? There were so many more...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“You tried to eat me,” Jack reminded, not moving to join him on the branch. No, he didn’t trust him, no matter how he played nice now. “Why don’t you want me to see them? What are they?” He needed to know. It was maddening that this creature seemed to know everything while he could scarcely speculate.
“Oh, are you still upset about that? Tch..” Pitch waved...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“What other unseen stuff is there?” he asked, hastily wiping his hand on his trousers as if the smoke was somehow going to harm him if not removed quickly. “Are there others like us?”
He knew he’d heard that this creature had been looking for him for centuries… but was that because there weren’t any others… or because he didn’t like the others? The answers always begot more...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Yes. It was. It was totally unfair to put him in a world where no one could see or hear him, save perhaps this singular, terrible creature. He gave him fun and amazing powers but no way to use them to interact with anyone. Was he put here to fight this other creature? To keep this village safe?
“…why were you put here?”
“Me..?” Pitch hadn’t expected to...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Everything just got more confusing the more he learned about it. Every answer brought new questions and he never got any closer to the final answers. He wouldn’t reach for the rose, watching as it withered and died before his eyes.
“…I don’t understand anything,” he admitted after a prolonged period of silence and with a certain amount of internal turmoil.
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Jack watched as Pitch manipulated the darkness itself, unable to fully comprehend what it was that he was doing. It was as if the shadows were clay and he a master of form. As he watched, the words swam in his head, none making any sense, nor ringing any bells. And then… that one. The Boogeyman.
Suddenly it made sense. He would dip slightly in the air, subconsciously...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Jack’s eyes would search the shadows for the creature, darting to keep up with him and yet unable to discern one from the other. And then he was above him, looking down, and he’s never seen him climb a single branch. The boy rose, keeping a distance between them, even in the air.
“What are you…?” he’d ask, eye narrowed.
“I have many names…” Pitch would...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Good. If he kept his word, that was at least one thing he didn’t have to worry about. The people here would be safe from… whatever he was. Jack would watch him warily as he was circled, still on guard despite their uneasy truce.
With a small kick to the ground, Jack would rise above it as he had some hours prior. He would watch Pitch from his new vantage point, feeling a...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
His eyes would lower, but not before Pitch had seen them turned skyward. He’d been caught. He knew that Jack was alone and had no one to back him. No one from the village, no one amidst the sea of stars.
“…we leave the village…” he began, hesitating ever so slightly, the words sticking in his throat. “…and you tell me what you know.”
“Oh, I’ll tell you...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“Wait!”
It almost hurt to say, to beckon this dangerous beast to not leave. He could feel the lump in his throat trying to protect him and everyone in this village from undoing the exile and allowing this creature to remain.
But he had to know. He had to know what he was talking about. Why they were different. Why this thing had been searching for something like him all...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
He was right. No matter what Jack may want to respond, it would all be as hollow as he felt. Pitch was speaking nothing but truth, and it chilled far worse than any icy gale.
Before he could steel himself, he was running toward him, the soles of his feet slapping the ice. The only thing that seemed louder was the thumping of his heart in his ears. He only closed a few...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
It sounded like a greeting but it felt so very wrong. If he shook hands with this one, he may very well lose fingers. There was danger all around Pitch and Jack swore there was a visible aura of malevolence around the creature standing before him.
No, not an aura. That would imply some kind of glow, a light halo around him. No, it was the very opposite. He pulled the light...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“My name…”
He hesitated, gritting his teeth, crook of his staff at Pitch’s throat, holding him at a distance.
What was his name? He didn’t know. Couldn’t know. He’d not spoken to anyone since he’d woken until now. He hadn’t been able to. Whether or not he wanted, this creature knew something about him. Maybe not who or what he was, but something. And something about…...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
That hit a chord in the boy, and he felt his heart sink as if the Nightmare king had plunged him back into the lake he’d risen from so few hours ago. The hollow sadness threatened to well up inside him, overthrow his surge of courage, but he swallowed it down.
“Shut up,” Jack ordered, still advancing slowly. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“No, that is very...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
“I didn’t learn it. I just do it,” Jack answered, still advancing slowly, brows furrowed. He didn’t learn it, that was true. He woke up and discovered it, had been enjoying discovering it, before he’d discovered the price. He wasn’t sure yet whether the price was worth it. Maybe it would be if it meant he could drive off this demon with it.
“You just…”...
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Reblog if you believe in the Boogeyman.
torn-by-dreams:
“I should hope so..”
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Pitch wasn’t the only one sliding, though the boy’s pursuit was a good bit more graceful. He came to a stop just a few feet behind the heap that was the Nightmare King, staff held between the two of them at the ready. Though his heart raced and pulse pounded in his ears, he swallowed back the fear and adrenaline as best he could.
“You’re not out of town yet,” Jack warned,...
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[ OOC: Seeking Katherine ]
[ Any Katherine RPers out there? Young or Adult :> I’d love to write with you! It’s just rather difficult to hunt one down through tumblr tags :< ]
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some-jerk-named-jack:
Magic.
That’s precisely what the boy had thought when he rose into the air and froze trees. Whether he was magic or his crook had become magic, he couldn’t say, but as much glee as it had brought him just hours earlier was as much terror as it seemed to cause this horrible beast that sought to feed on this village.
With sudden determination, he leapt forth, freezing the...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
There was little way to describe the pure terror that coursed through his veins as the demon rushed toward him. His blood would run cold, were it not already so icy in his veins. He could feel it drain from his lips, his blood pressure dropping just as surely as his stomach seemed to. This was it.
Darkness threatened to engulf him, to pull him under like a tar pit, and he...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
It was a realization that was dawning on the boy as well, the sinking feeling of dread becoming wholly overwhelming. No one saw this creature and no one saw him. He would surely die here, where everyone who cared to see could, but where none would.
He would save them. No one else would save him and they would never see this… this… thing before it struck them. At least if...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
With all of the force Pitch used to try and maintain his control, the boy doubled it, fueled by adrenaline and fear. It was as if he were trying to scare away a wolf, voice raised and arms out, making himself as formidable as he could, being as spindly a boy as he was.
“Get out of here! Get out!” He’d feint with the staff, though drew no closer to the creature before him,...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
The boy was quite obviously not interested in conversing with this whatever-it-was. He wanted to glance around for aid, scream for help, and yet it seemed that neither would prove worthwhile a venture.
“What are you!” he shouted, less of a question and more of a challenge. His eyes remained wide, nearly unblinking, as if to do so would be to give this creature a chance to...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
The air was cold and still, and yet somehow it had grown even colder. A desolate sort of coldness. The kind of cold that invades the soul with every breath and steals away all of one’s fortitude. It was a sort of cold that was unfamiliar to the boy, and yet far too familiar all at once.
He turned just in time to see the ghastly form rise up from the shadows, his eyes...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
The boy he sought had begun to wander, peering in windows, touching them only briefly before they frosted over. His breath did the job far quicker and soon he’d peered at nearly everyone and been blocked by none other than himself.
He knew something was wrong. He had the presence to know that they were different than he was. Knew that their skin would be warm to the touch,...
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some-jerk-named-jack:
There wasn’t much in this part of the woods. Very literally. The woods and the lake were nearly all one could encounter for miles. It was very easy, without such a beacon as Pitch had, to miss the small village. It was a modest collection of houses, a few buildings a bit farther to house livestock and store their meager winter supplies of vegetables and grain. There was...
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Some Jerk Called Jack: Nightmares Reborn [ open RP... →
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Time….what little it mattered now. There had been much of it, and Pitch, the King of Nightmares, had been there since its very first sunset to follow its dawn. Had came about, had come to be the tarnishing of an age once golden and glorious and blindingly bright. Days…
Oh, what a delicious little concoction that was. Though his powers had waned, his senses were extremely...
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Nightmares Reborn [ open RP ]
Time….what little it mattered now. There had been much of it, and Pitch, the King of Nightmares, had been there since its very first sunset to follow its dawn. Had came about, had come to be the tarnishing of an age once golden and glorious and blindingly bright. Days waivered in and out like heat, the sun setting like clockwork, for that was what it was. The reds and oranges left angrily gorgeous...
