Skeletons in the Closet [Speed, Jack]

[go_speedle_go]

Who: Tim Speedle and Jack Skellington
What: They meet at the library.
When: A few days ago? Sometime before Jack-mun left technically speaking. Afternoon-ish.
Where: The library
Rating: PG for now.

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[bonechiller]

Jack was on a ladder in the history section of the library, browsing with a fascinated look on his bony features. He ran his bony fingers down the spines of the books, looking for one that interested him. He already had an entire stack on a table nearby that covered all sorts of genres. He had fiction, he had classic literature and even cookbooks and children's storybooks.

He found a couple of books on the history of certain worlds and tossed them carefully down into his pile. He climbed down the ladder and took a seat in a nearby chair, opening his journal. He puzzled over whether that man, Speedle? Speedy? Needle? Whatever his name was, would actually be coming to see him. He shrugged and picked up one of his books and began pouring over it, reading extremely fast.

[go_speedle_go]

Speed walked around the library for a moment, glancing around idly at the books as he passed them. Some seemed like the regulars--good stuff he'd read before or seen in his world--others were completely foreign and he was tempted to pick a few up. He refrained, however, instead focusing on finding the person he was looking for. He did wonder if this whole multi-world/universe thing was really real though

[bonechiller]

Jack looked up from his book, putting a small, bat-shaped bookmark in it to mark his place. He was a master at judging emotion through facial expression (it was part of his job of scaring people, after all) and could tell the man was a bit confused. He stepped from his chair and offered a sweeping bow and extended a hand to the man.

"Ah! You must be the man who was... er... questioning me over those quaint little journals.... or am I mistaken?" He gave an eerie, but warm, smile.

[go_speedle_go]

"No, you're correct," Speed said, looking a little cautiously at the outstretched hand. He examined it closely, but not to be rude he shook it. His grip was firm but relaxed. He attempted a small smirk, the closest thing he usually got to a smile. "Tim Speedle, thanks for meeting me."

He looked the skeleton-man up and down once. "So, you really are a living skeleton. This place is fascinating. But you're not originally from here either, are you?"

[go_speedle_go]

"Maybe you should consider helping make a few. From what I hear, they could really use the aid if they want to make an actual scary movie."

He glanced down at the books for a moment and pointed to one idly, saying, "I'm a CSI--Crime Scene Investigator. A lot of scientific nonsense goes into the job, plus a hell of a lot of overtime to catch the villain." He cocked his head to the side a bit. "It's great, really. Catching them. But hard sometimes. I guess... I guess I'd have to admit I miss it.

"But don't tell anyone that..."

[bonechiller]

"Hmmm... the movie industry.. huh. Well, that would be a new, year round outlet for my talents!" He beamed.

"CSI? Crime? Oh, I have read about that! Really fascinating work. Lots of puzzling. I think it would be a fun job!" He blinked. Somehow. "Why would you not want anyone to know that? It's a good thing if you like your job, Mr. Speedle!"

[go_speedle_go]

"It would," Speed agreed.

"Well, really I was joking. I usually... put up the front? ...that I don't do the job for 'likes,' but rather money. It's a job, a paycheck, a profession. But... sometimes I don't think I really mean that," he said softly. He glanced down, curious as to why he'd tell this to a complete stranger. A skeleton no less.

He glanced up and shrugged.

[bonechiller]

"Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of in liking your job. You always want to pick a job that fulfills, correct?" He chuckled. "well, you are a very interesting man, Mr. Speedle."