She's rolling about in a pumpkin patch, cackling as she cuddles with her gourd brethren. "Beautiful plump brothers and sisters! Soon you shall recieve for your faces and show the world your beautiful ... View MoreShe's rolling about in a pumpkin patch, cackling as she cuddles with her gourd brethren. "Beautiful plump brothers and sisters! Soon you shall recieve for your faces and show the world your beautiful insides! Mmmmmm and they shall be donated to become tasty treats, what a truly blessed existence you live!" she cackles happily as she wiggles. Yeeeeeah she's nuts.
She screams as she awakens. Not because she's in physical pain-that would be impossible, being a corpse-but because she had another terrible dream. She wishes that memories were flesh-bound, and that ... View MoreShe screams as she awakens. Not because she's in physical pain-that would be impossible, being a corpse-but because she had another terrible dream. She wishes that memories were flesh-bound, and that as an undead creature, they had rotted with the brain she thought they were kept in, but she remembers everything. And this time...she'd seen her death...again.
However, as she comes back to reality, she remembers what she'd been doing BEFORE she went to sleep, and gasps, bolting upright from the necromancer's dirt patch she had been sleeping in.
She bounces excitedly as she rolls her neck this way and that-feeling the newly-attached head atop it! It was a temporary look for Hallows tide, but she was gonna wear it joyously for the entire month! She clacks her mouth, letting her head sway back and forth as she admires the planty mane she had managed to get grown. It's not true flesh but...it works! And most importantly...she looks like a jack'o'lantern again. She gives her hollow head a tap to wake up her will-o-wisp familiar, the fire inside her gourd-like skull lighting up as Wilhelm goes from smoldering to fiery.
"WHOO! Happy Holidays bitches Jackie's BACKIE!" she says as she prances about.
She moves to the checkout of the Home Goods store, setting down four new cans of neon spraypaint and a new nozzle. She's happy to have some money she mooched from the Mafia to get replacements, since ... View MoreShe moves to the checkout of the Home Goods store, setting down four new cans of neon spraypaint and a new nozzle. She's happy to have some money she mooched from the Mafia to get replacements, since a stray bullet had pierced two cans, she likes full cans anyway.
As per usual, she can't hide the fact her head is a ball of flame, or that she smells like cured carrion-the cashier just stares at her, starting a long contest until Jackie just sighs and puts ten bits down. "Keep the change I guess." she says before taking her cans and walking off. Is it seriously that hard to just be polite to undead?
"Shit. Shit shit shit."
The dullahan flops on the side of the shipyard warehouse with a wheeze, totally ignoring the carnage around her. It looks like a Jackson Pollock of charred bodies, but it has ... View More"Shit. Shit shit shit."
The dullahan flops on the side of the shipyard warehouse with a wheeze, totally ignoring the carnage around her. It looks like a Jackson Pollock of charred bodies, but it has none of her concern, what does it the right foreleg that got hacked through.
She addresses the corpse on the ground with a fire axe in his grasp, talking to it pointlessly. "Already took my head, ya buttlicks. And now you had to take my leg before you went. How am I supposed to get this back on? Wilhelm, wanna cauterize me?" she tries to joke before sitting down, the flame that comprises her head falling off her neck and into her lap with a frown as the body hugs it. "I can't even cry anymore...I hate this."
She really regrets the fact that dying didn't give her any sort of patience. She's still as restless and lustful for trouble as she was when she was alive, so the part where she's had to stay cooped u... View MoreShe really regrets the fact that dying didn't give her any sort of patience. She's still as restless and lustful for trouble as she was when she was alive, so the part where she's had to stay cooped up to save her hide...has weighed heavily on her.
Today had been her limit, and she's sneaking through a new spot in Los Pegasus-she figures maybe, just maybe, if she tags a new spot, she'll avoid any unwanted trouble...
Honestly, there's no real explanation for why she's like this. But she is.
She has drawn an ornate mural on the side of a building with The Thinker in his famous position-but over his hand and head s... View MoreHonestly, there's no real explanation for why she's like this. But she is.
She has drawn an ornate mural on the side of a building with The Thinker in his famous position-but over his hand and head she's spraypainted the Thinking emoji. Along the bottom of the mural are "100"s and OK fingers. What does this piece even mean? Does it mean anything?
Took nearly 9 hours, but she's finally done. Probably my most ornate piece yet.
"Hehe, chaos, CHAOS!" she cackles from her rooftop as she observes the Vanhoover streets below. As a creature of the darkness, she's been feeling the rise of dead AND undead lately-there's a pallor of... View More"Hehe, chaos, CHAOS!" she cackles from her rooftop as she observes the Vanhoover streets below. As a creature of the darkness, she's been feeling the rise of dead AND undead lately-there's a pallor of darkness falling over the land, and being a dullahan the presence of other undead is the only thing she can feel. It makes her happy, knowing she has more friends walking the earth.
She lowers her hoodie to reveal her lack of head, scooping her face into her lap. It is not actually her face, but a little flame with a facial expression on it. As she strokes the thing, it wriggles and writhes like a precious little animal, the two of them observing the cops far below pulling up to the scene of her most recent crime-she'd left quite a mural around her most recent kill. One of the gang bangers responsible for her death had been unlucky enough to bother her during one of her beats-and she decided to leave a message from the dead-a stylized mural of herself, dressed as the reaper, over his corpse. It looked pretty rad, she really needed to get a camera some day....
She finishes a piece she had been working on, on the side of a building in Manehattan. She stands back to admire the piece, a three-tone, jagged set of wording simply declaiming "THIS IS NOT GRAFFITI.... View MoreShe finishes a piece she had been working on, on the side of a building in Manehattan. She stands back to admire the piece, a three-tone, jagged set of wording simply declaiming "THIS IS NOT GRAFFITI." She feels pretty good about it, it's a pretty good metamessage piece and she thinks Diderot and Magritte would be proud of her. She thinks it will be a pretty decent talking piece for about five people maybe. Before someone paints over it.
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