Jack ❄ Frost (
freezespirited) wrote in
thoughtformed2013-04-22 11:01 am
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[No one can see him, not even himself. He forgot a long time ago what he looks like, and he wonders if anyone even remembers who he is. Not that he can exactly go and ask someone. He holds onto his cloak, digging his hands into the fine, intricately detailed fabric, more of a decoration than a barrier against the cold. Snow falls wherever he walks, sticking to the ground a bit longer than normal snow. He talks to himself to keep himself company, mostly commenting on anyone else he sees. The curse missed his voice, even if it silenced it from everyone else. Right now he follows someone carrying groceries.]
Heading home?
[No answer.]
People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?
[No answer.]
[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]
Heading home?
[No answer.]
People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?
[No answer.]
[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]

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Yeah, it didn't. From what I've heard, she mostly wanted me to feel burdened by and pitiful towards my looks, not empowered or proud. As far as the old hag she hired goes, I haven't the slightest. There has been no hide nor hair of her since that fateful night.
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Then her heart holds no true beauty. I am just sorry she took it out on you. Perhaps she kept some record of her plans where she suspects no one would ever find it.
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She was also bitter about my father cheating on her, so I'm sure that never helped my particular case, either; I was doomed to be the object of her vengeance. And perhaps she did keep record, but I haven't the slightest as to where they would be housed nor the means to come into contact with them.
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I can not help but to think her vengeance brought no happiness to anyone. No, she knows you, doesn't she? But, when we are able to leave this place, I would like to help if I can.
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[Surprise wipes the previous expression clean off her visage; however, a gentle grin soon sweeps across her lips as she holds her hand out, catching some of the snow.]
Are you doing that?
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[His smile broadens, and he bows before dancing in the snow.]
I am. It does that sometimes. Do you like it?
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[The snow is still... incredible. Completely out of nowhere, practically magical ---in the best way possible.]
Actually, yes, I do. It's beautiful.
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[He watches fondly, laughing and catching some of the snow with his hands.]
It's nice to know someone else thinks that.
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[She might not be able to see him, but she can certainly see the smile pile of snowflakes growing in midair. At least she's able to look at him... somewhat.]
I might not be that great of a person, but I can appreciate the little things. Sometimes.
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The important little things. And I beg to differ.
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[She pauses for a beat, biting her bottom lip for a short moment.]
You know, if make enough snow, it might reveal your form a bit better. At least I'd be able to somewot-see it.
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[Some of the snow moves as he shifts around, arms folded in thought.]
I could try that. It will get colder.
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As far as the cold, I can hold my shall tighter.
[She shifts the fabric so it hangs over her shoulders and her arms, holding it closed below her bosom.]
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All right. I can't make it warmer, but I can make it stop snowing if it gets too cold.
[The wind picks up around them, the air thick with fluffy, soft flakes.]
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[She'd apologize for the slight innuendo thrown in there, but it's in her nature and cynical humor to.
With one hand clasping her shall shut, she reaches out with the other to touch the new snow.]
This is still nothing short of amazing.
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The ground is nearly completely covered now, snow randomly piling in some areas. Jack crouches down, grabbing the snow and rubbing it over his clothes to try and see if it works.]
Your words do wonders for my ego. It is nice to know it goes appreciated. Winter is a time meant for joy, and magic, not an inconvenience.
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[She's able to pinpoint him with some more accuracy; details are difficult to find, but she's able to make out a general shape.]
I think it might be working.
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[He leans forward, arms outstretched, jumping in the air.]
Did you see that?
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[Her eyes follow the movement, and she nods, a smile pulling at her lips.]
Yeah, you're moving.
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[He hesitates, forgetting to breathe. Voice caught in his throat, a wide smile stretches on his face, and when he speaks, he's raw with emotion.]
You can see that! You...you can see me moving.
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[His absolute joy is infectious, spreading her smile wide. It's also endearing, though it makes her wonder just how lonely it must be to be seen and -until now- unheard.]
I can, yeah.
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[He laughs, the worry and fear that it wouldn't work, that he would never be seen, washing away so that he approaches her, relaxing. The falling snow takes on a blue tint, shimmering to reflect his own joy increased by seeing Alisha smile so wide. This is what he lives for, to make people happy. And after wondering for years if he really was, if what he did could make any difference...it has.]
It worked.
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[She wasn't expecting the new appearance of the flakes, and a new sort of amazement tugs at her features.]
I'd sure say it did, yeah. You ever think about covering yourself in paint or something like that? If snow works, maybe that would, too.
...Not that being covered in paint would make anyone look terribly brilliant, but it might be a way for you to get more people to see you.
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I have not. It could work...perhaps people could even see my facial expressions. It's still better than being invisible, so I'll try it ou!
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At the very least, it'd be fun to see people react to someone being covered in paint.