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Jan 02, 2008 19:26

Title: Cold Bones
Characters: Jack Skellington [Bone Daddy] & Deidara
Location: Outside~
Rating: Unknown, but Daddy is a pervert
Summary: A nice welcoming, from a very nice fellow
Day/Time: Day 36, night

Oh, finally he was out of that damn room. The King got played so badly, he worked for a key and would never get the chance to use it. It was his fault ( Read more... )

tsuchiiro deidara

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skewedintent January 3 2008, 04:17:37 UTC

Damn. This was annoying.

The blond shook his head irritably as the scarf he was forced into wearing rubbed snugly against his neck, set on clinging to him like a stubborn leech; fluttering to his waist or, it would be, if it didn't get tangled up on his arms so much with only faintly tattered ends, it wasn't as bad as some he had worn before, but the constriction it was proving itself to be made the option of tearing it off and just tying around his waist or arm instead all the more appealing. The black knee-length coat he'd grabbed on his own wasn't as bad, but still wearing on his rapidly thinning mellow mood. Oh, how he longed to feel the cold seeping into his skin again ( ... )

pumpkinclaws January 3 2008, 04:39:38 UTC

Daddy was roaming the ground when he heard footsteps. He was still trying to get out of the straitjacket, damn thing. It wouldn't be hard for the boy to find him, he was tall as hell. Maybe he should have told him about the recently forming scar on his face. He started getting used to it, and he was handsome enough to make it look sexy. Jack had no idea how lucky he was for such a damn good looking body. Daddy knew, oh he knew.

His head turned towards the footsteps, he was a very sharp and intelligent fellow.

"Hey, baby, are you bored?" He said smoothly, letting his lips form a smirk.

skewedintent January 3 2008, 05:23:45 UTC

Blue-green rolled towards the speaker in a fluid motion, locking onto the tall stranger with the intensity of a hawk. Tall enough to stick out in a crowd, skin pale as the snow under his feet, easy on the eyes and a smirk visible on his features; the smile on his lips twisted into a smirk to mirror the other's and he stepped towards him with unhurried footsteps, even as his eye lingered over the straitjacket with the faintest hint of apprehension coloring it ( ... )

pumpkinclaws January 3 2008, 05:56:56 UTC

Daddy's smirk turned into a grin as the coat was put on him, what a nice boy. He hadn't been treated so nicely for awhile. One of his neighbors was always screwing something up, they all lacked proper social skills ( ... )

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