Introduction
I found this in my father's study a few days after the passing of a family friend... It seems he became delirious as death came over him. It saddens me, but it is the only explanation to this ridiculous prattle he had scribbled. I write this to identify this note he, Mr. Lewis Caroll, had written.
-Lorina Liddell
"Ridiculous prattle? How dare she!"
"No, no... We shall show her..."
"No, no... We shall show her..."
Alright, so basically this roleplay will gravitate around the tale of Ms. Lorina Liddell's daughter(insert name here) being mistakeningly taken into Wonderland and revealed the many splendors it cradles. She awakes in the middle of a jungle/forest of bright colors, and the story progresses from there. There will be many old faces, along with new, and, when confronted to decrown the horrible Black Queen, a malicious, cruel woman who has enslaved nearly all of Wonderland, she unwillingly accepts. How will this tale unfurl? Will she succeed? Will the White Queen's assistance help her become victor? Or will she run away and return to the real world?
- Characters Needed
Our New Alice(Ms. Lorina's daughter): Taken by Alise120
The Black Queen: Taken by ❤MewMewMama❤
The White Queen: Taken by Litria Death
The Mad Hatter: Taken by Pichu-Chan
The White Rabbit: Taken by xCloud9x
The March Hare: Taken by {sleepyhead}
Tweedle Dee: Open
Tweedle Dum: Open
The Caterpillar: Open
The Dutchess: Taken by Litria Death
The Chesire Cat: Taken by Forensic_Anthro
Additional Characters
The Black King: Open
The Doormouse: Open
The Black Knave: Open
Queen of Pixies: Open
Places
The Black Palace
A dreaded place all avoid. Surrounded by swirls of shadows and demons. It is ruled by the Black Queen.
The White Palace
A haven to the good of Wonderland. Among beautiful, colorful flowers and creatures. Ruled by the White Queen.
Hatter's Place
A safe, crazy area where one can relax or "go mad".
Dutchess' Manor
Neutral grounds. A rumored burial grounds for Wonderland, getting intoxicated there usually makes one forget such. Owned by the Dutchess.
White Rabbit's Home
Is currently under watch by the Black Queen's guard, due to aledged "treachery" to the queen.
Extra Information
The Black Guards try to keep watch over all of Wonderland, but are limited to the Dutchess' Manor, Hatter's Place, and the White Palace.
The White and Black Queens are sisters.
New characters are heartily encouraged! (I'd love to see more!)
Urm... Type "Banana Jammers" in your sheet if you read this. :)
Character Sheet
The Black Palace
A dreaded place all avoid. Surrounded by swirls of shadows and demons. It is ruled by the Black Queen.
The White Palace
A haven to the good of Wonderland. Among beautiful, colorful flowers and creatures. Ruled by the White Queen.
Hatter's Place
A safe, crazy area where one can relax or "go mad".
Dutchess' Manor
Neutral grounds. A rumored burial grounds for Wonderland, getting intoxicated there usually makes one forget such. Owned by the Dutchess.
White Rabbit's Home
Is currently under watch by the Black Queen's guard, due to aledged "treachery" to the queen.
Extra Information
The Black Guards try to keep watch over all of Wonderland, but are limited to the Dutchess' Manor, Hatter's Place, and the White Palace.
The White and Black Queens are sisters.
New characters are heartily encouraged! (I'd love to see more!)
Urm... Type "Banana Jammers" in your sheet if you read this. :)
Character Sheet
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[b][u]Orientation[/u][/b]
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Beauty swam throughout the land,
Kissing gently ladies' hand.
Eyes so keen and face so fresh
the roaring tides develope less.
What a dream, a lovely place
tucked away for dreamers' grace.
Kissing gently ladies' hand.
Eyes so keen and face so fresh
the roaring tides develope less.
What a dream, a lovely place
tucked away for dreamers' grace.
"And she falls through a swirl of black..."
White gloved hands clutched equally pastel cards, marred with red markings that indicated its worth. With those narrow fingers agile and fine, they twirled a single card in which stated the "Queen of Hearts" in vibrant crimson, standing out against the bright background. Those same fingers hardened on the card before the thin, lovely wrist flicked out, and the slender thing was tossed for the air through the large, domed window, where it spiraled madly for the earth. A sudden burst of wind thrawted its descend, where which it fluttered on through the sky, invisible against the lit clouds.
Soon, after a timeless span in which it had struggled for purchase, the card finally rested softly on the dark soil, right before the mass of a girl with a head of golden curls laying limp as a doll. . .
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One thing was for sure, Alice-Marie wasn't in her "world" anymore. She fell down with a loud thud and almost broke her back from the long fall. If it wasn't for the pile of leaves that were on the forest floor, she would have shattered into pieces. Alice-Marie shook her head wearily and tried her best to get her bearings. Her pink baby-doll dress was almost hiked up her thighs and her silk honey blond hair was very much disheveled. She staggered to her feet and instinctly smoothed her dress down. Some leaves were still trapped in her hair and it looked as if she had a leaf-crown bestowed on her head.
She looked around and finally notice that she was in a thick dense forest that had trees stretching for miles on out. She looked down and saw a queen of hearts card laying limp and crushed on the ground. She bent down and picked it up curiously. Why were cards in her hand at the time she was falling? That boggled her unmercifully. She looked back up seeing if she could see a clearing through the woods; it was very light out and the sun was high in the sky still. It still looked normal so she thought she was still at home but fell down a chute that took her farther from the town where she was shopping with her mother earlier.
The both of them were out and about, buying things from left and to right. They wanted the lastest fashions and fads that didn't hit the main stores yet. They had loads of bags and packages by the time they were practically finished. The chauffuer loaded them on the back of the carriage while they continued to peruse around. Alice-Marie then asked her mother if she would go to the park and read her book that she just purchased from the book shop. Her mother nodded and bid her farewell, telling her that she will meet her later on.
Alice-Marie smiled and went about her way and finally made it to the park. She sat against one of the older worn oaks and began to read silently to herself. Then something caught her attention from the left side of her lavender eyes. It darted into a hole and went plainly out of sight. Alice-Marie immediately got up from her tree-post and went over to where the figure dropped into a knucker hole. She looked around to see no foot prints in the fresh sod grass and shurgged her shoulders when there was nothing to be found. All of a sudden, some unseen force pushed her down the hole, urging her on to explore with what was down below.
And now here she was an hour later looking at another world that she thought was still her home town. "I am falling. Though I do not believe I know whether it is up or down. Or, perhaps, I was flying. But alas, what would it be like to fly as a bird? That is a peculiar thought. I believe that is the fourth impossible thing I believed since this morning. I was falling or flying, either way it be, in quite a harsh speed. Does this forest have a clearing? Or does it span for ages? What if something's out there to get me? Then why doesn't it attack me now? Where is the figure that jump down the hole? Is it the creature that lured and pushed me down the hole? So many questions but so little time....", she thought to herself while beginning to walk down the treacherous terrain wooded area.
She looked around and finally notice that she was in a thick dense forest that had trees stretching for miles on out. She looked down and saw a queen of hearts card laying limp and crushed on the ground. She bent down and picked it up curiously. Why were cards in her hand at the time she was falling? That boggled her unmercifully. She looked back up seeing if she could see a clearing through the woods; it was very light out and the sun was high in the sky still. It still looked normal so she thought she was still at home but fell down a chute that took her farther from the town where she was shopping with her mother earlier.
The both of them were out and about, buying things from left and to right. They wanted the lastest fashions and fads that didn't hit the main stores yet. They had loads of bags and packages by the time they were practically finished. The chauffuer loaded them on the back of the carriage while they continued to peruse around. Alice-Marie then asked her mother if she would go to the park and read her book that she just purchased from the book shop. Her mother nodded and bid her farewell, telling her that she will meet her later on.
Alice-Marie smiled and went about her way and finally made it to the park. She sat against one of the older worn oaks and began to read silently to herself. Then something caught her attention from the left side of her lavender eyes. It darted into a hole and went plainly out of sight. Alice-Marie immediately got up from her tree-post and went over to where the figure dropped into a knucker hole. She looked around to see no foot prints in the fresh sod grass and shurgged her shoulders when there was nothing to be found. All of a sudden, some unseen force pushed her down the hole, urging her on to explore with what was down below.
And now here she was an hour later looking at another world that she thought was still her home town. "I am falling. Though I do not believe I know whether it is up or down. Or, perhaps, I was flying. But alas, what would it be like to fly as a bird? That is a peculiar thought. I believe that is the fourth impossible thing I believed since this morning. I was falling or flying, either way it be, in quite a harsh speed. Does this forest have a clearing? Or does it span for ages? What if something's out there to get me? Then why doesn't it attack me now? Where is the figure that jump down the hole? Is it the creature that lured and pushed me down the hole? So many questions but so little time....", she thought to herself while beginning to walk down the treacherous terrain wooded area.
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"Where is it?! Where did I put it?!" Ashton Time hopped around the bushes in his rabbit form. He didn't particularily enjoy being near the presence of humans in this shape but it turned to be convenient being able to camoflauge in the shadows. From his past visit through worlds Ashton accidently dropped his chain watch in the park. He was stubborn in believing that all the other clocks and sun dials in Wonderland were off. Frustrated and tired he spotted a shiny reflection near the benches where Alice-Marie sat reading. The large size of the chain watch lay on top of a bush rocking back and forth with the wind ready to fall down. The watch was made out of silver so it was sturdy enough to handle a four foot drop. The mechanics of the watch was decades old, it was as delicate as a violin.
The watch dangerously tettered forward, there was a light hiss from the chains frictioning together. It didn't take a mathematition to figure out he had less than a minute to catch the watch. Ashton's hind legs pushed forward as he dove straight, fluffy short arms stretched out. The object landed with barely a scratch into his paws, he sighed and slung the huge chain over his ears so that his shoulder supported it from dropping on the ground. He rustled through the leaves to a tree bearing an unusual hole. It was large enough for a human to fit but deep that if someone fell they usually didn't survive. Ashton hoped in holding the frame close to his body, the chains slithered down from the top. For a few minutes it went smoothly and then the chain clipped onto something, he tugged at it harder, refusing to leave the watch."The Dutchess' gathering is to begin soon. I'm going to be late! Late! LAte! Late!" With one final tug the chain snapped and he heard a shrill as another object came down.
At the last minute Ashton switched back to human form so his landing wasn't as painful. He learned the art of falling the hard way in the past. As he looked up covering his eyes from the sunlight his hearing caught Alice-Marie fall. Curious he dugged behind a bush and stared at the human walk around the overgrown forest. The forest had large unusal mushrooms of all colors, plants and flowers were alive at night yet they stayed dormant in the morning. Ashton crossed roads with numerous humans but never in Wonderland, he checked the time hoping there was a minute he could spare to observe Alice-Marie.
"Ten minutes until the gathering starts! I'm late!" White fluffy ears perked up as he got ready to run past the girl toward where he suspected the Dutchess' manor to be. Their shoulder's brushed harder than he though and his watch accidently flew to her side, "No time to say 'Hello', 'Goodbye'. I'm late. I'm late. I'm LATE!" As an apology he threw back his invitation to the gathering, the card was shaped like a teacup and inside written in calligraphy was the date and time for it to start. The card landed in front of her and Ashton ran harder, his white hair flying wild as he tried to manuever without tripping."Do you see the time? I'm late! I'm late for a very important date!" Ashton's voice echoed through the forest, he could have sworn the Cheshire was watching atop a branch in amusement.
The watch dangerously tettered forward, there was a light hiss from the chains frictioning together. It didn't take a mathematition to figure out he had less than a minute to catch the watch. Ashton's hind legs pushed forward as he dove straight, fluffy short arms stretched out. The object landed with barely a scratch into his paws, he sighed and slung the huge chain over his ears so that his shoulder supported it from dropping on the ground. He rustled through the leaves to a tree bearing an unusual hole. It was large enough for a human to fit but deep that if someone fell they usually didn't survive. Ashton hoped in holding the frame close to his body, the chains slithered down from the top. For a few minutes it went smoothly and then the chain clipped onto something, he tugged at it harder, refusing to leave the watch."The Dutchess' gathering is to begin soon. I'm going to be late! Late! LAte! Late!" With one final tug the chain snapped and he heard a shrill as another object came down.
At the last minute Ashton switched back to human form so his landing wasn't as painful. He learned the art of falling the hard way in the past. As he looked up covering his eyes from the sunlight his hearing caught Alice-Marie fall. Curious he dugged behind a bush and stared at the human walk around the overgrown forest. The forest had large unusal mushrooms of all colors, plants and flowers were alive at night yet they stayed dormant in the morning. Ashton crossed roads with numerous humans but never in Wonderland, he checked the time hoping there was a minute he could spare to observe Alice-Marie.
"Ten minutes until the gathering starts! I'm late!" White fluffy ears perked up as he got ready to run past the girl toward where he suspected the Dutchess' manor to be. Their shoulder's brushed harder than he though and his watch accidently flew to her side, "No time to say 'Hello', 'Goodbye'. I'm late. I'm late. I'm LATE!" As an apology he threw back his invitation to the gathering, the card was shaped like a teacup and inside written in calligraphy was the date and time for it to start. The card landed in front of her and Ashton ran harder, his white hair flying wild as he tried to manuever without tripping."Do you see the time? I'm late! I'm late for a very important date!" Ashton's voice echoed through the forest, he could have sworn the Cheshire was watching atop a branch in amusement.
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'Where are we?' Rane's voice echoed through the hare's head as he finally decided to open up his eyes and look around. The area surrounding the hare was pitch black, making it hard to make sense of where he was lying. Small blades of grass stuck to his vest as the hare stood up and brushed the dirt off. Pale ears twitched as it picked up scraps of conversation coming from somewhere close. The hare cracked his knuckles as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and figure out where he was.
A large tree trunk loomed over their head, brushing against the tip of a pale ear. "Oh yeah, I remember now." Rane scoffed at his arrogant response and leaned against one of the clocks attached to the wall. The hare wrapped his slim fingers around the trunk and used it to swing out from under its shade. A dark red hat perched carefully on his head nearly fell off as one of the oversized branches of this rotting tree almost hit it. He could already hear the angry squeaks of his pet mouse, Timothy, from the top of his hat, also known as Timothy's bed. The sun from above shortly blinded the hare, but once his sight returned he looked up at the place they called home.
Rane calls the deserted windmill an eyesore, but the hare enjoyed the great monument. The blades stopped turning years ago, but inside provided enough shelter for anybody who needed a place to stay. The hare thought about going inside for a bit, but changed his mind last second. There wasn't enough time for another nap. He could already taste the tea from the Hatter's party. 'Tea again?!' Rane knew he would never get tired of it, but to her, the taste had already grown bitter. But he never listens to her anyway. Even though Rane could only see the world through his eyes, she still wished for some control over the body that used to belong to her.
With a crooked smile on the hare's face, he yelled, "Tea time!" Earning a small bite from Timothy, for waking him up.
A large tree trunk loomed over their head, brushing against the tip of a pale ear. "Oh yeah, I remember now." Rane scoffed at his arrogant response and leaned against one of the clocks attached to the wall. The hare wrapped his slim fingers around the trunk and used it to swing out from under its shade. A dark red hat perched carefully on his head nearly fell off as one of the oversized branches of this rotting tree almost hit it. He could already hear the angry squeaks of his pet mouse, Timothy, from the top of his hat, also known as Timothy's bed. The sun from above shortly blinded the hare, but once his sight returned he looked up at the place they called home.
Rane calls the deserted windmill an eyesore, but the hare enjoyed the great monument. The blades stopped turning years ago, but inside provided enough shelter for anybody who needed a place to stay. The hare thought about going inside for a bit, but changed his mind last second. There wasn't enough time for another nap. He could already taste the tea from the Hatter's party. 'Tea again?!' Rane knew he would never get tired of it, but to her, the taste had already grown bitter. But he never listens to her anyway. Even though Rane could only see the world through his eyes, she still wished for some control over the body that used to belong to her.
With a crooked smile on the hare's face, he yelled, "Tea time!" Earning a small bite from Timothy, for waking him up.
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Kaylee Cheshire padded idly through the forest, her usual smile spread cheerfully across her face as she looked around for something to do before she went to the Duchess' party. Her black and white stripes were very out of place among the colorful plants around her, but she was hardly noticed by anything that was active around her. Hearing voices nearby, Kaylee turned invisible and moved quickly across the ground to investigate, her paws no longer touching the ground as she levitated, quickly arriving at her destination. Looking on from a tree, Kaylee resisted the urge to gape at the creature before her- it looked just like what her father had described 'Alice' as! A mischievous grin appeared first as her stripes swirled into her shape behind her, making her visible once more as Ashton Time raced by. Before the hurried hare got too far away, Kaylee offered a quiet 'hello' before she returned her attention to the blonde creature in the clearing. Settling down on the tree branch, the striped feline waited patiently for the girl to notice or ignore her.
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Marilyn was inside of her house that was as colorful inside as it was outside. She sat inside the dining room, sitting at a long table with all sorts of chairs at it, one chair was red and was lined with gold and looked like a "throne" of sorts, while another was completely made of wicker, and if I were to describe every chair at the table it'd probably take me several paragraphs. She was sitting on a chair that was mainly white and was supported by a cylinder made of wood that, somehow, didn't collapse under her weight. On the table there were several plates, tea cups, and many other things that would usually be in a tea set. Every minute or so she'd switch to another chair until she looked at the clock and saw that, apparently, tea time was now over. She put her tea cup down and ran out of the dining area and to the living room where the front door was.
"Do I have someplace or other where I'm apparently 'needed'?" She asked herself, "Ah, yes, the Duchess' accumulation," She said, tapping her fingers on the window that she was looking out of. Tea times were never really entertaining unless they were parties, and she wasn't in the mood to go mad inside her place, so why shouldn't she go? She opened the door and stepped outside, and then jumped down to where the plants were by the stair pathway. She continued to make her way through the colored bushes and plants, not seeming to care that she was stepping on them. She finally made one last small jump and she was out of the plants. She took her time as she continued to travel to the manor, as she never saw the big deal about being late, "Not at any time will myself understand why the Rabbit and the Hare make a big deal of "being late", every one of us will eventually get to the alike spot, won't we?"
"Do I have someplace or other where I'm apparently 'needed'?" She asked herself, "Ah, yes, the Duchess' accumulation," She said, tapping her fingers on the window that she was looking out of. Tea times were never really entertaining unless they were parties, and she wasn't in the mood to go mad inside her place, so why shouldn't she go? She opened the door and stepped outside, and then jumped down to where the plants were by the stair pathway. She continued to make her way through the colored bushes and plants, not seeming to care that she was stepping on them. She finally made one last small jump and she was out of the plants. She took her time as she continued to travel to the manor, as she never saw the big deal about being late, "Not at any time will myself understand why the Rabbit and the Hare make a big deal of "being late", every one of us will eventually get to the alike spot, won't we?"
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"Damn it!" The hare looked down as he felt his body beginning to sink into the warm mud below his feet. He was already late for the tea party at Hatter's place and this minor distraction only irritated his jittery demeanor. He looked down once again at his golden pocket watch and muttered under breath as he tried to calculate the amount of time it would take to walk. Normally the hare would jump happily, following the smell of delicious tea, but today his body felt tired. A small ray of sunlight pierced through the thick leaves from above, illuminating a clear path for the hare and his mistress.
He adjusted his hat for the tenth time today and continued on his way, following behind the ray like a puppy. Rane rolled her eyes as she watched the hare move, silently wishing he would drop his guard a little so she could come out. She was at least happy about the exhaustion he felt because that meant he would take it easy on their body. The last time he went into one of his unstable moods, they ended up with a deep gash in the side and a small scar on inside of the wrist. 'Yeah, that was really fun.' The ticking inside of their body grew louder as the hare grew more excited, making Rane groan in pain as the sound took all of her senses away.
"If I don't hurry, all the tea will disappear. Let's go Timothy!" The hare reached into his hat and scooped the sleepy body of his mousey friend. He knew he would be bitten, but he didn't want the hat to fall. A bright flash of white stopped the overactive hare in its tracks. He looked into a nearby tree and saw the trademark grin of Cheshire and knew the girl must have arrived. 'Damn it! Why now?' He debated going to the party anyways, but still wanted to watch the scene unfold when the girl noticed the cat. A forced grin stretched across pasty skin, making the hare looked terrifying. "You know what? Some tea would be nice right now." With a quick spin, the hare went back on the path he left earlier. Still searching for some tea.
He adjusted his hat for the tenth time today and continued on his way, following behind the ray like a puppy. Rane rolled her eyes as she watched the hare move, silently wishing he would drop his guard a little so she could come out. She was at least happy about the exhaustion he felt because that meant he would take it easy on their body. The last time he went into one of his unstable moods, they ended up with a deep gash in the side and a small scar on inside of the wrist. 'Yeah, that was really fun.' The ticking inside of their body grew louder as the hare grew more excited, making Rane groan in pain as the sound took all of her senses away.
"If I don't hurry, all the tea will disappear. Let's go Timothy!" The hare reached into his hat and scooped the sleepy body of his mousey friend. He knew he would be bitten, but he didn't want the hat to fall. A bright flash of white stopped the overactive hare in its tracks. He looked into a nearby tree and saw the trademark grin of Cheshire and knew the girl must have arrived. 'Damn it! Why now?' He debated going to the party anyways, but still wanted to watch the scene unfold when the girl noticed the cat. A forced grin stretched across pasty skin, making the hare looked terrifying. "You know what? Some tea would be nice right now." With a quick spin, the hare went back on the path he left earlier. Still searching for some tea.
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The sky was a blurry, gray haze that swirled maliciously overhead, yet breaks of white-blue made way for a flash of beauty, open, bright and divine. . .
Well, of course, I always prefer a rainy day...
The lovely Dutchess sat upon a silk cushion, her lacy ruffles coiled underneath her legs like barb wire, eyes dark and brewing pierced through the room as equally dark and shadowed as her gaze.
The elegant manor was home to a notorious neutral territory known as "Ms. Mathilde's Bar", along with the occasional wink and nudge. She smirked to herself, a slash of shadows her magnolia skin, and drank in the familiar room; high-ceilinged and made-up of black woods, the room sprawled like hungry, bony hands; silk table clothes sheilded black wood platforms, detailed, high-backed chairs were tucked underneath satin materials. A few tabletops were decorated with crimson roses in shimmering, crystal vases, the walls hung with a variety of paintings and photographs, and from the center ceiling hung a golden chandiler with thousands of gems dangling like the leaves of a weeping willow, which, when activated, cast a rainbow of light across the floor and walls, bathing the multitude of faces that rested below.
I own a beautiful place... She thought with pride, clasping her narrow hands in her lap. Crossing her legs, she reached for the dark red wine on the counter before her, the glass an ornate twist almost like a lilly, and took a deep draw of the flavorable liquid. Each drop was an explosion of tinging deliciousness on her tongue, and her simpered against the glass.
"Finest wine in all of Wondeland.." Who had it been to compliment her that night? The Hare? She hoped in the back of her mind it had been, but no true emotions of it came forth as she stood and went to the beautifully carved door before the creature beyond could even knock.
"Hello... You're right on time." She spoke in an elegant tone to the guest at the door.
Well, of course, I always prefer a rainy day...
The lovely Dutchess sat upon a silk cushion, her lacy ruffles coiled underneath her legs like barb wire, eyes dark and brewing pierced through the room as equally dark and shadowed as her gaze.
The elegant manor was home to a notorious neutral territory known as "Ms. Mathilde's Bar", along with the occasional wink and nudge. She smirked to herself, a slash of shadows her magnolia skin, and drank in the familiar room; high-ceilinged and made-up of black woods, the room sprawled like hungry, bony hands; silk table clothes sheilded black wood platforms, detailed, high-backed chairs were tucked underneath satin materials. A few tabletops were decorated with crimson roses in shimmering, crystal vases, the walls hung with a variety of paintings and photographs, and from the center ceiling hung a golden chandiler with thousands of gems dangling like the leaves of a weeping willow, which, when activated, cast a rainbow of light across the floor and walls, bathing the multitude of faces that rested below.
I own a beautiful place... She thought with pride, clasping her narrow hands in her lap. Crossing her legs, she reached for the dark red wine on the counter before her, the glass an ornate twist almost like a lilly, and took a deep draw of the flavorable liquid. Each drop was an explosion of tinging deliciousness on her tongue, and her simpered against the glass.
"Finest wine in all of Wondeland.." Who had it been to compliment her that night? The Hare? She hoped in the back of her mind it had been, but no true emotions of it came forth as she stood and went to the beautifully carved door before the creature beyond could even knock.
"Hello... You're right on time." She spoke in an elegant tone to the guest at the door.
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Ashton Time
"Checkmate. It's your death now.
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My mind has left me behind as the ticking grows louder.
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Cold, heartless tyrant of Wonderland.
Marilyn Harland
"We're all a bit mad... Though insane is something I am not,"
Adalina Calandra
The White Queen of Wonderland
Alice-Marie Liddell
"Things sure get curiouser and curiouser...."
Aurore Mathilde
"The Dutchess, love..."
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"The Dutchess, love..."
The Black Queen
Cold, heartless tyrant of Wonderland.
Alice-Marie Liddell
"Things sure get curiouser and curiouser...."
Rane Calder
My mind has left me behind as the ticking grows louder.
Marilyn Harland
"We're all a bit mad... Though insane is something I am not,"
Ashton Time
"Checkmate. It's your death now.
Adalina Calandra
The White Queen of Wonderland
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The Black Queen
Cold, heartless tyrant of Wonderland.
Alice-Marie Liddell
"Things sure get curiouser and curiouser...."
Rane Calder
My mind has left me behind as the ticking grows louder.
Adalina Calandra
The White Queen of Wonderland
Ashton Time
"Checkmate. It's your death now.
Marilyn Harland
"We're all a bit mad... Though insane is something I am not,"
Aurore Mathilde
"The Dutchess, love..."
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1, 2by Litria Death on Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:38 pm
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Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
Yes, they do. I'm terribly sorry; with school revving up and whatnot, I've been very busy. ^-^' I don't want this to go dead... x_x I shall post the Dutchess' shindig as soon as possible(aka: within a few days....)
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
Oh, sorry. The Black Guards stand watch over all of Wonderland excluding these places. It's not a stupid question at all. They are prohibitted getting too close to those areas, basically, as they are under the White Queen's protection(still debating how it is... Secret queen agreement? Or maybe they are repelled from it due to the White Queen's magicks... :D) But, yes, those places are not under the Guard's watchful eye.
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
Are there black guards at the Dutchess' Manor, Hatter's Place, and the White Palace? I'm sorry if this seems like a stupid question, but I'm a bit confused about this and I'd rather not get any details wrong.
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@Litria Death:
I know he did; I finished reading his introduction lol.
This is going to turn out awesome, I just know it. XD
I know he did; I finished reading his introduction lol.
This is going to turn out awesome, I just know it. XD
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
I'm going to wait until a majority of our cast has posted their locations and status before we go into the gathering. ^-^ And, Alise, I think Cloud9 gave you a good indication to the party the Dutchess is throwing. :D
I has a feeling this is gonna be gooood! Lookin' forward to it! But I would like our dear MewMewMama to finish the Black Queen soon, too. :)
I has a feeling this is gonna be gooood! Lookin' forward to it! But I would like our dear MewMewMama to finish the Black Queen soon, too. :)
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@Litria Death:
Well Alice-Marie is still wondering around in the woods so she has to meet up with the Dutchess later on lol.
Well Alice-Marie is still wondering around in the woods so she has to meet up with the Dutchess later on lol.
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
Indeed. Post as you please. :) Anyone mind joining the Dutchess at a gathering in her manor? :o
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@{sleepyhead}:
I already posted my introduction with Alice-Marie (New Alice). I presume that they were waiting for me, so now the rest of you can go now lol.
I already posted my introduction with Alice-Marie (New Alice). I presume that they were waiting for me, so now the rest of you can go now lol.
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
I am so sorry!
I was very busy with other rps I'm in. I shall post right away. :S
I was very busy with other rps I'm in. I shall post right away. :S
Re: [OOC] The Chess Board
First post is up! Alice-Marie will start us off waking up and wandering around(she may pick her first location as she pleases[from the places, of course!], and we'll go from there! :D).
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Well, since the Mad Hatter is taken, I'll reserve you the White Rabbit. ^-^ Welcome to the roleplay! :D
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@xCloud9x:
The "Mad Hatter" is already taken so the "White Rabbit" is needed the most at the moment.
The "Mad Hatter" is already taken so the "White Rabbit" is needed the most at the moment.