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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

THE TEST DRIVE MEME

• Got a character you're thinking of reserving/apping this round? PUT THEM HERE!
• Threads here can count as your third person sample!
• Comment with your character's name and canon!
• This is open to everyone! Also, test drivers can tag other test drivers. :)
• Make up your own scenario or have them walk into all the doors or leave it blank for others to do it for you!

Reserves are here, and open on November 24th at 12:01AM CST.

Application information (including the list of pending apps) is here,
and they open on December 1st at 12:01AM CST.

OPTIONAL SCENARIO: After your character receives his or her bracelet and the run-down from the faceless maids in the castle, they walk out to find the city blanketed with snow and in the middle of what seems to be a snowball war organized by the Native children! Be careful on your way to your Welcome House: snowballs are flying, and these groups of giggling kids don't seem to care who gets caught in the crossfire.

Make sure to have fun, and as always, feel free to hit the mods or players up with any questions you might have! ♥

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[ It certainly is a most peculiar idea to want a dead man, a walking skeleton, to help in rebuilding and protecting Asgard. Questions arise and eyebrows raised. The Pumpkin King has a schedule to tend to (after all, Halloween is eleven months away!) and he really had not planned on taking a trip outside of Halloweentown so soon. But as the rather tall skeleton that is dressed to the nines is standing there and tucking the letter away inside of his coat, he realizes that is not what is most important here.

There is snow all around and children that are playing in the drifts. No Oogie Boogie about to mess things up and no Mayor panicking every few minutes about minute details for their festive plans.

The widest, most wicked of smiles stretch across his skull as a bony hand reaches down to gather up snow to partake in the fun. And soon enough anyone walking by can spot the limber skeleton dodging and ducking snowballs being hurled at him, letting out cackles of glee all the while. ]

You'll have to aim better to catch me-- oh!

[ And whoever was the last one to throw a snowball at him will have him eating his words as it knocks his skull off his shoulders and sends it flying into the snow.

Whoops?]

Edited 2013-11-25 17:00 (UTC)

[Will was, before, rather certain his disease was cured, or well on its way to being cured. He hadn't been hearing things. He hadn't been having horrible dreams of fire and stags. At least, not anymore than he'd expect, the last things he remembered taken into account. But now that he's out walking with one of his larger dogs, he's not sure if anything is right in his mind anymore.

What he thinks he sees is something like a skeleton in a tuxedo. He can handle that. But the skeleton is talking and picking up snowballs and is actively interacting in a way that makes him have to be real. He's a skeleton. This means he must be dead.

Very astute observation.

Already his mind is working it over, how he died. If he was murdered. The pendulum of him mind swings, swings, swings, and stops, and he finds himself beginning to see through the eyes of whatever it was that left the strange skeleton man dead.

...and then his dog goes bounding off, apparently trying to catch his skull like it's a ball.

That's just not right. Damn it, he trained his dogs better than that! Then again, he didn't exactly go through training with skulls. The pendulum resumes moving, meaning he doesn't get the chance to really profile how the skeleton became a skeleton before he's taking off after his dog in order to prevent it from traumatizing him by bringing him a smiling skull.

And, briefly, he wonders if this is a trick or Hel just got bored.]

Hey! [Said to the dog, of course. Skeletons don't talk. They also don't throw snowballs, as far as Will is concerned.] No one asked you to fetch a skull, did they? Don't pick that up. That's not yours. [It's evidence!!!! Murder!!!!] No one needs your DNA all over that.

[And then there he is.

With a skeleton man.

And a skull in the snow with a dog who wants to slobber all over it.

Isn't this just awkward.]

[ With eye sockets wide Jack watched as the word around him spun in circles. And with a rather loud-- ] Oof! [ --his skull landed in the snow, upside down, and buried to just below his mouth.

So, while all he could see was the snow and feel some of it get into those empty eye holes, he could still make out the sounds of a man and a dog approaching him. He grinned and waves, though his body was a few feet away so that looks plain silly now, doesn't it?

There's a laugh to be heard when he feels the inquisitive sniffing of a dog's nose at rhe underside of his head. ]

No need to worry! It wouldn't be the first time my head has been mistaken for a toy! The Wolfman has used my head for a few rounds of fetch before you know.

[Once, what seemed like years ago now, Will had told been told something along the lines that his psyche was being abused, that he was letting it be abused. That he was allowing his reality to bend and warp and one day? He'd look up and see a beach totem pole of corpses of his own making. He had kept going though, even when he lost time and couldn't remember the last few waking minutes he'd had.

And yet, for all of that, Will thought his psyche had never been abused harder or more quickly than it was being right now. The skeleton's body was operating on its own, it was even waving at him, and his beautiful dog was all but ready to start digging a hole for

a skull yes that was a skull IT WAS A SKULL AND IT WAS TALKING and this was just not what Will Graham was prepared for.

At all.

No one could have given him the coping tools needed to deal with this, he's pretty sure, even if their intentions were completely pure.]

Not worried. [About his skull, no. He's more worried about what in the flying blue fuck is going on in his, because there is no way this is real.

This cannot be happening.

It can't, it cannot, so he looks at his watch to ground himself as he tries to...] Wait, did you just say the Wolfman?

[He hasn't had enough horror movie marathons to justify this. This is something he's not...this. This is real? No. Yes. No? If he keeps waffling on it, clearly it'll make itself known.

Or maybe his dog will just try to roll the talking skull around like what's up, this is normal. This is not normal and Will is just torn between looking at his watch and trying to keep the dog from

his name is will graham, it's nearing dark, and he's out of his mind]

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[ Jack lived in his own little world. And it was no bigger than a town too. So what was perfectly acceptable and considered (though the term is being used ever so loosely here) normal for him was absolutely bonkers and even down right terrifying for others. Which, in retrospect, is also normal for him. Scaring is what he does best.

Well, that and singing catchy tunes and dancing over graves.

Also normal, by the way. ]

Of course! He is very loud on full moon nights but otherwise a terrifyingly pleasant fellow. [ The skeleton's body had found its way to his head, don't ask how, and was crouching down by the buried bone. It refrained from picking it up just yet and, instead, started to dig some of the snow away to allow the dog better access.

Jack was never one to deny a dog a spot of fun.

And when enough snow was cleared away for him to see, Jack blinked --yes, blinked-- to get some of the flakes from his eyes before catching sight of Will. ]

Why hello there! [ He grins his big grin while his body took a moment to dust the snow from his lower jaw. ] It's easier to carry a conversation when you can see one another, wouldn't you agree?

[What is going on what is going on skeletons are the inside parts of humans and humans are dead so skeletons can show and so if he sees a skeleton it's dead and also buried or standing up or on a table to be studied. Skeletons are most certainly not dressed so well (doesn't that just remind him of someone...), walking, or talking. They certainly aren't giving a dog more room to toy with his (yes, his, apparently) skull like he has some great sense of humor.

What in the hell.

What in the Hel.

Oh God, he's in Hel, isn't he? He's dead!

The dog is having fun, at least. And well-behaved enough to lick the hand, not bite at it (there is no cannibalism or boneism or whatever in Will Graham's world, not anymore), but it's still...bones! And Will is clearly not used to being talked to by a bag of bones, because when he sees himself being seen by nonexistent eyes, he actually takes a step back.]

Yes. But. [Don't be rude don't be rude he has no eyes somehow he can see him he doesn't need this brought up he doesn't need it rude rude rude he won't be rude] I've never talked to a skeleton before.

[no

no that is bullshit]

I've never talked to a skeleton that talked back.

[ His body reached over and patted the canine on the head gently. Being a dog person himself, Jack was always particular fond of these animals, whether they were alive or dead.

Jack had noticed the man taking that step back and found himself to be most pleased that he could still surprise others with just his head. Though, perhaps a touch of Shakespeare would be in order next time, just for fun. But suddenly, up goes his skull as his bony hands plucked him up from the snow and his view now flipping over so that Will was no longer standing upside down to him. ]

Then you should reconsider who you keep for company. [ Popping his skull back into place now, he made sure it was secure before straightening his bow tie too. ] I've found some dead men that tell fantastic tales!

[ His chipper demeanor continues when he reached inside of his clothing and into his chest, feeling for a rib bone. As he snaps it off and pulls it out, he waves it above the dog. ]

You want to play fetch?

[ Jack, focus. Stop being distracted by the doggy. ]

[This is not real, this is not real, this is not really happening. There is not a skeleton putting his skull on in front of Will. There is not a skeleton talking to him. There is not a bizarrely finely-dressed skeleton dallying in the snow. This cannot be real.

And then he goes and pulls out a rib like he does it all the time, and Will finds himself almost incapable of believing he's not asleep. It's too cold, though. He can't be bundled up in a bed with dogs and blankets and still be this cold. He's not sick anymore. It doesn't make sense.

None of this makes sense, but good Lord, does his dog ever look pleased by this change of events. Up she goes on her hind legs, tail wagging. Yes, she wants to play fetch with a dead man's rib. Yes, she doesn't even appear to be bothered by it.

This is really happening, and Will finds himself struck dumb. Fortunately he's not rude enough to just reach out and touch him. He's all but had rudeness beaten out of him.

As well as anything that makes sense because what the hell is going on?]

Dead men can tell you just about anything if you know how to look. [He can find footing with a skeleton. Yes, he can do this. They can talk about dead and being dead and all sorts of things that are dead. And dogs, apparently, since he seems to be so good with them.] She's good at fetch, by the way. She'll bring it back every time.

So. You been here long, uh...what's your name?

[If it's something the Dead Tuxedo Roberts, Will is going to leave.]

[North had been having a rather exciting time making his way back from the castle. After catching him by surprise, the children had easily roped him into their game - hurling snowballs, evading them and even having a few of the children try to use his large body as a human shield. His poor red coat has seen more snow than in the North Pole at this rate.

Yet, North was caught off guard when he heard the cackle in the air and the odd sight of a skeleton twisting out of the way from an incoming snowball. A spirit? It had been North's first thought but he couldn't recognize this skeletal man so it wasn't from his world. Still, it was the only explanation he could think of to explain how easily the walking skeleton moved and talked.

So caught off guard that North hadn't noticed his own snowball miss the intended child entirely and head straight for the skeleton until he had already knocked out the poor man's head.]

Oops. [North ran over to the skeleton immediately. He wasn't too worried. The skull came off a little too easily for this to be the first time and he hadn't heard a cry of pain. Still though, snowball fight or not, he hadn't meant to take the man's HEAD off.] I am sorry for that. Did not expect to see... ah no matter. It was not my intention to make your head join with other snowballs. Ah! Here!

[Without much warning, he finds Jack's skull and carefully picks it up from the snow.]

[ With his skull in the snow, Jack couldn't see whoever it was that had knocked his head clean off. But he was obviously far from being upset. In fact, North would have heard a muffled laugh from where the skeleton's head was in the snow. ]

There's no need for apologies! [ Jack spoke up when he found his skull now pulled free from the snow. Blinking flakes from his eye sockets, he then let out another laugh. ] It's but a game and I should have been paying more attention!

[ His body can be spotted approaching them with hands out stretched, but the Pumpkin King was suddenly squinting up at North, a curious look on his face.

He looked awfully familiar.

This man look very very familiar. ]

... Mr. Claws?

[Huh. This was different. Well at least the other hadn't been harmed if the laugh was any indication. Relieved, North smiles and brushes a bit of the snow from the skeleton's head.]

All is fair in snowball wars. Lucky it was not my curve ball. Could not dodge forever, yes? Children are especially tricky today.

[At the sight of the body approaching, North reaches out and hands over the head to the Pumpkin King's outstretched hands. The sound of the skeleton's disbelief however makes him pause.]

Mr. Claws? [Mr. Claws? North wasn't sure where that one came from. His hands were normal and he certainly didn't look like an animal. But...it did sound similar enough to his other name...] Hmm. Well I am called Santa Claus in my own home. You have heard of me?

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DECEMBER TEST DRIVE

Jack Skellington | The Nightmare Before Christmas

i couldn't help myself

now it hurts to breath. thank you ilu for this tag.

i'm glad you liked it 8)

now i really do need to finish watching the first season

i hope you enjoy it! i thought it was fun.

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Hmmm. He may know who this guy is. I don't know for sure >:)

AAAAAA Sandy Claws!!! .... wait, when did you get tattoos? :O

What did you think was under his sleeves the whole time? And sorry for lateness ; ;