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Post by beccabear on Jul 29, 2009 1:45:00 GMT -5
"I'm his...?" the lost boy wondered, continuing along the forest trail. "What did he mean by that, exactly...?"
He continued talking to himself as he walked, still flustered from his encounter with the Cat. The sound of a voice (even his own) seemed to keep him company.
Over time, the boy began to wonder if the trail would ever end. It stretched on and on, with no end in sight. Perhaps he would walk himself off the face of the earth before he even found his destination? Or maybe he had been traveling the wrong direction the entire time!
Despaired by the thought, he sighed and slumped against the trunk of another tree. Strangely, he now realized how exhausted he actually was. With a large yawn, he slid down the tree until he reached the ground.
"I'm not lost," he reassured himself stubbornly, pulling his knees up to his chest. The last thing he needed was a reason to panic. "I can find my way all on my own. I just need a little rest! That's it!"
But despite his best attempt to console himself, the lost youth longed for company.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 29, 2009 22:20:05 GMT -5
All of a sudden, a bush a few yards away rustled wildly. A pair of white rabbit ears poked up from a wild Hawthorne bush, tilting this way and that to hear everything. Slowly, the owner crept out.
The owner, a lanky blond boy, observed the other blond with wide blue eyes, tilting his head to the side.
Suddenly he jumped, pulling a stopwatch out of his pocket. "Oh no! I'm late! I'm late!"
The boy scrambled past the other, headed for a path that had seemingly just materialized out of nowhere. "Late for a very important date!"
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Post by beccabear on Jul 29, 2009 23:01:48 GMT -5
Chance, who had dozed off, was jolted awake by the Rabbit's sudden appearance. He blinked sleepily, before he recognized the other blonde.
"That rabbit! He's the one who led me here in the first place!" the boy huffed, rising to his feet and brushing dirt from his clothes. The dirt squealed in response.
Ignoring the noisy specks, he set out after the Rabbit. Unlike the endless path from before, this trail seemed to actually take him somewhere.
After a while of chasing the Rabbit, the blonde dared to ask, "Um, Mr. Rabbit, Sir? What are you late for, exactly?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 29, 2009 23:38:17 GMT -5
The Rabbit seemed to not hear him, focused on his murmuring. He kept glancing nervously at his pocketwatch, darting along the trail.
He neared a signpost, the home of two separate signs. One said,"Mad Hatter's home" and pointed to the right, the other reading "Home of the March Hare" and pointing to the left.
Abruptly, the Rabbit vanished with a squeak of,"Oh, my!" leaving Chance quite as alone as he had been before.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 30, 2009 2:17:09 GMT -5
Chance skidded to a halt at the forked road, glancing around for the Rabbit. He debated as he read the signs.
"Mad Hatter? I don't want to run into any more mad people..." the boy murmured, heading towards the "Home of the March Hare." He was very relieved when he saw a house looming ahead... But his relief turned to disappointment when he saw the path was circular.
Just then, a thin boy burst from the house, waving a teacup with one hand and a stovepipe hat with the other. "Guest! It's a guest!" he shouted over his shoulder. He turned back, flinging the hat at Chance. "Wear this!"
The hat landed neatly on Chance's head. Before the confused boy could even react, the Hatter took his arm and proceeded to drag him towards the house. "You're just in time for tea!"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 25, 2009 1:25:43 GMT -5
A blond male, wearing a red hoodie with large, brown rabbit ears poking out from atop it and a green tophat with a purple ribbon tied around it perched precariously between both ears, waved wildly, tea splattering everywhere as long metal claws protruding from his wristguards crashed into pottery and porcelain, sending sharp little bits scattering across the room.
"Welcome to the home of Hatter the Mad, and Hare the March!" the March Hare said grandly, giggling like a maniac as he skipped around the room and towards Chance. "Oohh! Are you aposta be Aliiiice?" He pouted slightly. "If so, you never came back for tea, you know."
He grinned again. "But that's okay! Hatter Maddy and I will fix you right up, you betcha buttocks!" He paused. "But! If you happens to NOT be Alice, then we'll have to call you Georgie~" He wiggled his fingers and claws at Chance. "Ain'tcha heard the rhyme? Georgie Porgie, pudding and clams. Kissed a boy and made him prance!"
He looked towards the Mad Hatter, placing his hands on his hips. "That is right, right? I dunno.... And that dormouse is in the teapot again!" The Hare picked up the whole teapot, pulling off the lid and tossing it to the floor as he turned over the whole pot, splashing several pints of tea onto the once white table cloth as he shook it violently in an attempt to "free" the dormouse. "OUT WITH YOU!"
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Post by beccabear on Nov 27, 2009 0:23:59 GMT -5
The dormouse landed in the tea-puddle with a plop. "I'm awake," he insisted groggily, rolling over and shaking tea from his scarlet hair, before slumping back onto the table.
Chance squeaked, shrinking away from the Hare. What kind of hare had claws? Did anything make sense in this world? Nevertheless, he assumed it would be best to be friendly.
"Ah, y-yes. I guess you could call me Alice. Everyone else has," he began timidly, his eyes on the Hatter, who was grinning at him quite creepily from the other side of the table. Chance saw this as a signal to take a seat. Once he had seated himself, he examined the home curiously.
The Mad Hatter was indeed, mad about hats. They hung from chandeliers, overflowed from closets, and even replaced a few teacups. The Hatter himself was sipping tea from a bowler hat.
"Hey, do you know if anyone else is attending our tea party?" he asked, glancing at the Hare. "I know a few people who would looooove to meet Miss Alice here!"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 27, 2009 0:32:52 GMT -5
The Hare cackled, picking the dormouse up by the tail. "Awake my earbones!" The lunatic shook him slightly, tea dripping all over the bigger puddle on the table.
"Alice hmmmmm~?" he queried, getting all up in Chance's face to examine him. "Well!! IN THAT CASE! You need your tea!" He reached behind him, pulling a teapot from behind his back and pouring Chance's tea into a saucer and handing it to him. "There you are!"
He thought a moment. "Well! Hare the March heard tell of a keety cat coming around here!" He paused, pouted. "But if he eats my crumpets again, why, I WILL have to skin him!"
A laugh echoed from the doorway as the Cheshire Cat himself stood, watching Chance with amusement. "Well, my Alice, it seems you've found the Mad Hatter and March Hare... Ah, and our sleepy little dormouse! Though I wonder where our rabbit has gone.... The Red queen IS so impatient, you know." He strode forward, sitting in the chair beside Chance and propping his feet on the table. "So.... Might I have a bit of tea?"
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Post by beccabear on Nov 27, 2009 2:36:27 GMT -5
Chance let out another squeak as the Cheshire Cat appeared. Blushing furiously, he pretended to be distracted by watching the dormouse and sipping his tea.
The poor little rodent was still fast asleep, muttering nonsense as he dangled by his tail. "Mrrr. Your earbones are in another castle." His right ear twitched once.
"Tea for kitty cat!" The Hatter exclaimed, tossing the Cat a chipped teacup. "So kitty cat knows Miss Aliiiice? Why didn't you introduce us soooooner~?" he whined, shoving the teapot towards him, indicating that he should help himself.
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