Jun 11, 2015
askjackfrostt replied to your post :cammie
{i’m going to drop kick you into a trashcan}
i have done no wrong, why would u do that to poor old me?
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askjackfrostt replied to your post :cammie
{i’m going to drop kick you into a trashcan}
i have done no wrong, why would u do that to poor old me?
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Mina hummed boredly as she walked along the edge of the fence, balancing on the balls of her feet as she walked with arms carefully spread. She sang softly as she moved along the metal, the biting chill of the winter air not seeming to bother her bare arms or feet.Â
Why the child was playing in an empty playground in the middle of the night with no supervision wasn’t really clear to any normal person. It was actually quite alarming. She was in only a black dress that barely reached her calves that had no real sleeves, just spaghetti straps to hold it up, and no shoes. It certainly wasn’t winter clothing. Top that with her lacking supervision while balancing on the top of a chain link fence (which she balanced on better than a tight-rope walker), she certainly would alarm any adult.Â
The soft shimmer of white caught her eye, and she looked up from her bare toes to see little flakes of snow sprinkling down about her. She giggled as it settled on her pale skin, speckled her dark hair, and caught on the soft folds of her skirt, skipping along the edge of the fence as she spread her arms further to catch more of the gentle flakes. She looked around to see if anyone else noticed, and paused in her playing when she noticed a white-haired boy not too far off.Â
“Hello. How long have you been there?”
askjackfrostt
Jack rolled his eyes, and ran an angry hand through his hair. It didn't bother him much anymore, but if Pitch was using the fact that he didn't have many believers, it pissed him off. "Don't pretend like you have tons of believers," he snapped, and then quoted Pitch from a couple years ago. "'I don't know what it's like to be cast out? To not be believed in. To long for a family.' You're no better off."
"Jackie, you're quoting me word for word. That's kind of creeping isn't it?" Pitch muttered looking appalled. "It's like I have no privacy." He rolled his eyes, "And I don't need believers Jackie boy. Fear is always felt. It goes hand in hand with hope and other insipid emotions."Â
Jack bit down on his tongue so he wouldn't make any noise of pain, but in the process he drew some blood. He tried not to let it show on his face, but how could it not show? "Shut. Up," he ground out through his clenched teeth. He pulled his hand back to his chest and painfully popped it back into place. "Do you not remember being dragged kicking and screaming into a hole?" The spirit backed up and started to distance himself from Pitch in case he were to break anything else.
He knew that Jack was trying to get a reaction out of him. He wasn't sure why nor did he care much to know. He just new that he wasn't. "I didn't say I didn't remember Jackie, why you putting words in my mouth? But since we're taking this stroll through memory lane let's go back to the time when no one believed in you. Oh wait, that was just yesterday wasn't it?"