[The camera is set down carefully on a stone, and Harry walks back to his place at the little fire he's made out on the edge of the hedge maze
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Oh, come on, Jack, you're all skin and bones! [He laughs] Well, bones and bones, anyway. Not big on eating, then? Come on down, anyway! Plenty of company to go around, and I'm sure we could all use a good scare, though Alfred already gave me a bit of a start.
Didn't know that a person could really burst through one of these hedges like that.
[He glances behind him at the perfectly Alfred-shaped hole in the hedge wall, which is slowly filling itself in.]
[He's a skeleton, they always wear a grin, so yes...it's deadpan.]
[There are clicking steps on the other side of the maze, and then an "Ah, there it is" as the skeleton spies what's left of the Alfred-shaped hole. And Jack vaults the hedge-maze--b/c being tall is useful.]
I can eat, and drink, I just...don't really need to. And no, I haven't thought about how it works, so don't ask. Just like I'm not sure how you'd think of me as 'alive', even though I'm dead. I've had enough of the science types asking those kinds of questions already.
[Shrugging, Jack comes and settles long limbs to sit by Harry.] So I'll leave food for the others, but I MUST come for scary stories and company.
[Because Jack totally doesn't have facial expressions...?]
Don't worry, I don't need to. At this point, I've seen more things than I can count that would leave a lab coat scratching his head. I mean, I found a dinosaur, and my first thought was "cheeseburgers." How jaded to the unusual do you have to be for that?
[Hazard is sitting on Harry's lap, licking bits of fallen dinoburger off his coat enthusiastically while Harry scratches his ears, semi-paying attention to the second burger already on the grill]
Nah, stuff in my world is only unusual because everyone ignores it to stay in their little comfort zones.
[Hazard gently noms down on the proffered finger, giving Jack innocent puppy-dog eyes and a waggly tail. He makes a noise that would have been a bark, if the bone hadn't muffled it to "MMumph!"]
Don't eat that, boy, you'll ruin your appetite. You want some tasty innards?
[Hazard lets it go, with a sheepish look and a little whine of apology.]
Yeah. It ain't something to be bothered about, it's just that sometimes I wind up having to run off and save people who'd been laughing at me for "playing wizard" not a couple of days earlier. Gets a little frustrating at times, that's all.
Re: In-PersonscarygoodtimeApril 17 2011, 18:58:55 UTC
[Have some ear scritches, Hazard.]
Here, have a rib...just...don't get it too much out of shape ok? Bite-marks ok, breaking it not so much.
[Reaching in past his shirt and jacket, Jack pulls out a rib. It's what he does for Zero all the time.]
I can understand the frustration--I've been getting it a lot here as well. Yet, you still go help them right? That, in my opinion, would be why you are a good man.
There's no need for that, Jack. There's a whole dead dinosaur over there that I'm sure could spare a chew-toy. No need to get yourself nicked up.
[He shrugs] It's what I do, I don't think I could stop of I wanted to. I've found it really doesn't matter at all to me what other people think, as long as I know how many people I've helped by being what I am and doing what I do. How about you?
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Didn't know that a person could really burst through one of these hedges like that.
[He glances behind him at the perfectly Alfred-shaped hole in the hedge wall, which is slowly filling itself in.]
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Ok, the grin belies the fact that Jack is joking, despite that delivered entirely seriously and deadpan.
Be there in a minute, although I promise I won't sneak up on you.
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Hm. You've got a point.
Great. See ya then! [Harry puts his feet up on a handy stump, and goes to town on the historical first dinoburger]
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[There are clicking steps on the other side of the maze, and then an "Ah, there it is" as the skeleton spies what's left of the Alfred-shaped hole. And Jack vaults the hedge-maze--b/c being tall is useful.]
I can eat, and drink, I just...don't really need to. And no, I haven't thought about how it works, so don't ask. Just like I'm not sure how you'd think of me as 'alive', even though I'm dead. I've had enough of the science types asking those kinds of questions already.
[Shrugging, Jack comes and settles long limbs to sit by Harry.]
So I'll leave food for the others, but I MUST come for scary stories and company.
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Don't worry, I don't need to. At this point, I've seen more things than I can count that would leave a lab coat scratching his head. I mean, I found a dinosaur, and my first thought was "cheeseburgers." How jaded to the unusual do you have to be for that?
[Hazard is sitting on Harry's lap, licking bits of fallen dinoburger off his coat enthusiastically while Harry scratches his ears, semi-paying attention to the second burger already on the grill]
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I don't know, as I seem to live in a world that's "unusual" to many. So do you.
[Reaching out to scritch Hazard's chin, cooing softly at the doggy.]
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[Hazard gently noms down on the proffered finger, giving Jack innocent puppy-dog eyes and a waggly tail. He makes a noise that would have been a bark, if the bone hadn't muffled it to "MMumph!"]
Don't eat that, boy, you'll ruin your appetite. You want some tasty innards?
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Easy there, Hazard...remember, that's my finger. Be nice to it, or no more scritches for you.
[Including using the other to stroke along the sheepdog's head, ruffling his fur.]
People think my world isn't real, except when it is.
[Which honestly doesn't bother Jack, really.]
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Yeah. It ain't something to be bothered about, it's just that sometimes I wind up having to run off and save people who'd been laughing at me for "playing wizard" not a couple of days earlier. Gets a little frustrating at times, that's all.
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Here, have a rib...just...don't get it too much out of shape ok? Bite-marks ok, breaking it not so much.
[Reaching in past his shirt and jacket, Jack pulls out a rib. It's what he does for Zero all the time.]
I can understand the frustration--I've been getting it a lot here as well. Yet, you still go help them right? That, in my opinion, would be why you are a good man.
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[He shrugs] It's what I do, I don't think I could stop of I wanted to. I've found it really doesn't matter at all to me what other people think, as long as I know how many people I've helped by being what I am and doing what I do. How about you?
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