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The Masquerade Mansion

The Masquerade Mansion

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Can nine teenagers trapped by the 'Mad Hatter' learn to love each other? Or will they be trapped in the Masquerade forever? {Dead}

900 readers have visited The Masquerade Mansion since SlightlyInsane created it.

Introduction

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind..." -Shakespeare


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Plot:


Darkness seemed to be closing in around you. It was eating at you, trying to make you come back to it. Sleep, sleep, your body told you, but you refused to obey. Something felt different. You were alone, half conscious, and somewhere very strange. Something had happened to you. Ah yes! You recall walking down the street at one point in time and seeing an odd man ahead of you. The man wore a mask and a top hat, greeting you and causing you to stop...

After you have fully awakened, you find yourself in a small bedroom. You are lying on an uncomfortable mattress and have a dull, brown, itchy blanket thrown over you. You toss it off and stand up, realizing that your clothes have been taken away. A small note sits on the night stand beside your bed. On it is a small sheet of paper with cursive hand writing on it. Sitting next to the paper is a mask. The paper reads:

Welcome to the Masquerade. As I am sure you have awakened by now, please forgive me for what I've done. You have been selected to stay at this wonderful mansion by me, the Mad Hatter. Here, you will hopefully find your soulmate and learn a thing or two about yourself. Please read the following instructions on this paper:

1. You will find that I have provided clothes for you. Look in the closet.
2. You may not leave this mansion under any circumstances. If you do, there will be punishments. Or you will be eaten by wolves and bears.
3. Do not attempt to ask who I am, for I will not tell you.
4. Please be kind to others and do not bother the servants.
5. You are here for a reason, whether it be theft or murder, arson or hate, misery or behavior.
6. You must leave the mask beside this paper on at all times while around others. Failure to do so will result in punishment.
7. You will not leave until I say you can.

-the Mad Hatter


From there, you look in your closet and find either a dress or a suit for you to wear. You put it on quickly, then look at the mask. What the heck was this for? You read the note again and figure that you might as well put it on. Maybe it will get you out of here quicker? The second after you put it on, there is a knock on your door. You open it, expecting to see the Hatter or a servant, but no one is there. All you want is to leave. Now.


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The Masquerade:


The Masquerade is a mansion located in a dense set of woods. There are no electronic toys here. There are books, games, toys, etc. to keep you entertained. You are not permitted to go outside of the Masquerade into the woods. If you do, you will likely never make it out of the forest alive, as there are plenty of wild animals roaming about.

The mansion has three parts to it. The east wing is where the bedrooms are. Each bedroom does have its own bathroom and closet, though there isn't much in either. Girls' rooms on the second floor, boys' on the first. In the west wing you will find the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The second floor of this wing consists largely of a library and the servants' rooms. There is rumored to be a trap door leading out of the mansion in one of the pantries on the first floor, but that has yet to be confirmed or discovered by the group. In the center of the mansion, connecting everything is a large, circular ball room. There is a grand double stair case leading down from the second floor. The only other way to travel to the opposite side of the house is through the tiny, dusty foyer.

The Hatter does not seem to have a room in the Masquerade, as it is hidden from everyone but himself.


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Roles:


The Mad Hatter: Taken-SlightlyInsane


Female 1: Taken-SlightlyInsane
Female 2: Taken-bellelaine
Female 3: Taken-RainWish
Female 4: Taken-Midnight's Work
Female 5: Taken-Kirai-chan

Male 1: Taken-Thadine
Male 2: Taken-Kirai-chan
Male 3: Taken-ImaginaryRefugee
Male 4: Taken-BriBriBearx


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Couples:


Arcadia&Oblio
belllaine&Thadine

Evangeline&The Hatter
RainWish&SlightlyInsane

Scarlett&Cody
Kirai-chan&BriBriBearx



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Skeleton:


(Feel free to modify it if you'd like to.)

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[b]Full Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] {16-19}
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Why You Are Here:[/b] {fights, theft, behavior, etc.}
[b]Love Interest:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Mask:[/b]
[b]Regular Appearance:[/b] {Description or picture, if picture preferably realistic}


*I do not take credit for any of the pictures used.

Toggle Rules

-No one-liners, at least 75 words per post or per character.
-Try and use correct grammar, spell check, etc.
-Keep romance, language, and violence PG-13 please.
-Stay active. Leave a message in the OOC if you can't post for awhile.

-No godmodding or powerplaying.
-Servants are all NPC's.
-Nobody should die in this roleplay... Unless you really wanna kill your character for some reason.
-I have the right as GM to change the rules or reject your character.

*NOTE: If your character takes off his or her mask while in the presence of another person, he/she will become temporarily blind as punishment from the Hatter. He's watching you...

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The Mad Hatter danced throughout the house, knowing that his new residents would be awakening soon. He'd placed the masks and notes carefully in each room and was now in the ballroom. The old, black and white marble floor added to his mood. It had been quite an effort, gathering all ten of the teenagers. He'd had exceptional difficulty knocking out Oblio and Cody, as both had tried to fight back. Evangeline had tried to kill him was an unlit match, but that proved useless. As for Arcadia, she'd made his job easy. All he'd had to do was climb out of the painting and take her away. Zaria practically fainted on the sidewalk and the twins were easy enough. Tricking the con artists. What fun that had been! Aliena and Oliver were no difficulty, but not as easy to knock out. Oh, how he loved to whack people with his golden staff!

The Hatter could sense his newest toys, or rather, subjects and contestants becoming conscious again. He certainly hoped none would remember that he'd whacked each in the head. Hatred was not a good way to start out this little project of his. He knew that all would go well in the end, he'd done this enough times now in his short life to learn that love and compassion somehow always prevailed, even in the darkest or seemingly most pointless of situations. Like the ten would soon find themselves in.

Climbing the grand double stair case in the room, he quietly walked down the hall, knocking on each of the five girls' bedrooms as soon as they'd placed the masks on their faces. Each of the girls had a room on one side of the hall way. There were ten rooms total for each level of the wing, but the other side of the hall's rooms were locked, with no key to be found anywhere. (Unless one really wanted to stick his or her hand down the Hatter's throat to get it.) Descending the narrow staircase at the end of the hall, the skinny man soon started knocking on each of the boys' doors. Their bedroom arrangements were the same as the girls, only their rooms were on the opposite side of the hall.

He laughed quietly and soon walked back out to the ballroom, then passed through it to the kitchen. Everything should be ready for the first masquerade of the troubled group's days or possibly months if they made this overly difficult. His objection was quite simple: find love, change yourself, or stay here forever. Walking around the kitchen, the Hatter made sure that each of the servants were doing his or her job. "Faster!" he cried, his voice sending chills down the spines of the newer servants. "I will not be responsible for hungry children!"

The Hatter grinned, then made a great deal of positioning everything just right inside the ball room. There wasn't much really-just a few tables and vases of elaborate flowers and cups of water in case of dehydration. Waltzing up the stair case again, he stood at the top level, looking down at the polished floor below as if it were the most interesting thing ever. He had on his black and white, 'tragedy and comedy' mask, a black suit, and black gloves. On his head he wore his highly casual black hat that he'd worn while collecting his little dysfunctional group of teenagers, in hope that they might remember him a bit.

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Zaria scanned over the note again, then looked at the mask. it was in the shape of a butterfly and had dark purple feathers covering it. A few blue feathers were thrown in too. She immediately fell in love with the mask, as it was perfect for her. Colorful enough and certainly childish. Walking over to her closet, she found three dresses inside of it. One was a long flowing pink ball gown, which matched the color of her short hair. She stuck her tongue out at that one and examined the other two.

One was another ballgown, this one was a silver/grey color. it was ok, but the one she loved most was the third and last one. It was a strapless black and white dress, with a skirt that reminded her of a tutu. Black and white lace could be seen sticking out from under it. She quickly put it on, surprised that the skirt fell a bit and stopped just below her knees. Putting her mask on, she was aware of a knock on the door. "Hello?" she called, but received no answer. She walked over to the door and opened it.

Zari, not seeing anything or anybody particularly interested, left her room, closing the door loudly behind her. She wandered up and down the current hall she was in. It was dully colored. She tried breaking into the locked rooms. She shook the doors and hit the locks, but it was no use. This reminded her so much of that asylum she'd once gone to...

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With each brush stroke, the canvas began to come to life. The stretched hide has begun to burst with bloody crimsons, vibrant blues, and golden ray of sunshine brighter than a lemon. In the picture, sat a man. His pale skin was illuminated by the twisting flames behind him as salty water began to burst through the walls around him. The stranger wore a black top hat that hid his eyes, though a mischievous smirk played endlessly upon his alabaster lips. Despite the fact he was not speaking, a thousand words filled her ears as if an angry swarm of bees had flown through the cracked windows. Slowly the room faded to black. Colors exited their positions and swirled into her eyes, though, the painting stayed the same except for one small detail. The once small playful lip curl morphed into a twisted smile. He looked mad. Simply mad.

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Arcadia was suffocating. Something with the texture of sandpaper rubbed viciously at her neck. A damp clammy sweat beaded up upon her skin as she fought to escape. Quickly, she shot up in the bed, her chest rising and falling heavily in a desperate attempt to breath in enough oxygen. A dim yellow light filed the barren room. On the left wall was a massive wardrobe that was blacker than night, its lacquer surface glowed in the light. In the right corner, where she sat up was the bed, more like a mattress on stilts, covered in a rough blanket, but still a bed nonetheless. The room had two doors. The one across from the dresser was large and made of a dark rich mahogany wood and to the left of the bed was another door, this one was frail and pale white. It was apparent which one led to the powder room and which one led outside.

The doe like girl dropped her feet off the bed, allowing the cool floor to lightly grace her skin. Each nerve in her body was on high alert and the slightest of touches from fabrics or a draft sent chills up her spine. While clutching the worn burlap sack of a blanket against her naked body covering her bare skin she lifted herself from the bed. Standing inf front of the wardrobe, Arcadia raised one finger and ran it along the smooth wood, pressing her fingertips against the cold tarnished handle.

As she opened it a cool draft tickled her skin forming goosebumps along its once flawless surface. On the inside of the door was a floor length mirror in which Arcadia delicately gazed into. She had always liked her appearance. Her height was average and she had a slender frame with a full busy and hips, a more womanly figure than she herself desired, but the men around never seemed to mind much. The figure in the mirror met the realists eyes. It was almost comforting, being able to stare back at herself. She could almost see old memories painting themselves in her iris. Her pale blonde hair was accentuating with dark brown streaks in her under layers, each lock of hair gleamed while twisting around itself in lightly wavy tendrils of silk. In addition, her large orbs of eyes gleamed a miraculous bright blue. On a regular day they were an icy silver, but today, for whatever reason, they were blue. A curious sparkle swam through the bright turquoise.

She was not afraid nor sad of the situation. Where she was from, there was no home. The only time an emotion worth remembering crossed her mind was when she learned she could paint. The emotion that had filled her stomach was astonishing, she had never felt anything as powerful ever since.

In the closet, there was a plethora of clothes, but one dress caught her eye in particular. Arcadia pulled it from the hanger to look at it in the light. The bust was a sweet heart top, one side was a dark orange and the other was black with a strip of white dots. It had a fringe of black down feathers. The dress was fitted to the waist where the fabric went out, extending to form a tea cup shape. Though, none of that was the most marvelous thing yet. The design itself was of a monarch butterfly and each layer of the bottom was a wing. It looked as if it would stop directly above her knee.
Arcadia looked back into the closet after hanging the dress back up for the moment. On the shelf below was a pair of black lace undergarments. She was not used to such a lavish fabric and it felt good on her skin, but it felt inappropriate to her. All her bare skin, the sex appeal that the lingerie gave her, it was all so foreign, but for not it was her only option. She pulled the dress back from the wardrobe and slipped it onto her skin, lacing up the side string perfectly. Strangely enough, it fit as if it had been sewn for her. Using two fingers she twisted her hair over one shoulder over her collar bone, the dark brown mingling with the pale blonde.

Once again, she looked into the mirror. Instead of a poor orphan girl, she looked like a woman. A real woman, the kind that would be found in a magazine. It had to be magic. Arcadia knew she never looked that enchanting. A gleam caught her eye. Next to the bed on a small stand was a note and a mask.

Welcome to the Masquerade. As I am sure you have awakened by now, please forgive me for what I've done. You have been selected to stay at this wonderful mansion by me, the Mad Hatter. Here, you will hopefully find your soul mate and learn a thing or two about yourself. Please read the following instructions on this paper:

1. You will find that I have provided clothes for you. Look in the closet.
2. You may not leave this mansion under any circumstances. If you do, there will be punishments. Or you will be eaten by wolves and bears.
3. Do not attempt to ask who I am, for I will not tell you.
4. Please be kind to others and do not bother the servants.
5. You are here for a reason, whether it be theft or murder, arson or hate, misery or behavior.
6. You must leave the mask beside this paper on at all times while around others. Failure to do so will result in punishment.
7. You will not leave until I say you can.

-The Mad Hatter


Mad Hatter? It had to be the man she had painted before she well- What exactly did happen? One moment she was painting and the next she awoke in the room she resided in now. Arcadia tiled her head to one side and picked up the mask. It was cool to the touch, made of a black metal and carved with a magnificent design. On the forehead there was a large silver gem, followed by a smaller black one, then an even smaller silver one. She slipped it onto her face, feeling the chilly material curve around her cheeks and her nose. Once it was secure on her face she looked back to the mirror.

Arcadia enjoyed the way the mask fit. She looked like she should be the subject of one of her paintings. Before leaving she slipped on a pair of black heels. They were higher than she was used too, but withing a few steps they felt fine. Suddenly there was a knock at the door in which she rushed to tend to immediately, swinging the door open, but no one was there.

Well, she was dressed, why not explore? With that she exited the room, opening the large door and walking down the hallway. The artist herself appreciated each painting hung from the wall and the beautiful architecture of the corridor. Everything was symmetrical and balanced and soon enough Arcadia became lost in the art work, aimlessly wandering the halls.

Without even realizing how far the had walked, she came upon a ballroom. Music filled the room and waiters and servants stood around holding silver trays with food or drink. It seemed to be empty. Arcadia placed both hands behind her back and made her way into the center of the floor, not caring if she looked silly, and looked around. She could not be the only one in the mansion.

Then where was everybody else.

(click this to see her dress)

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#, as written by Thadine
Once upon a time there was a teenager named Oblio who was having a pretty good life stealing from people's back pockets until he was kidnapped by some crazy guy in a hat. He suspected the person to be some sadistic murderer, but the place he had been taken to seemed pretty innocent so far. The crazy murderer soon decided that he was sick of the person not doing anything in the mansion that was interesting, so let him out. His life went on as normal, and he lived happily ever after.

God damn, he wished his story could go like that. But of course that wouldn't happen, now would it? This crazy 'Mad Hatter' guy would keep him and whoever else was here until he was satisfied, then kill them all. According to the note, this guy couldn't care less if they were eaten by wolves or whatever animals were awaiting outside. Also according to the note, he was here because of something, for what reason, he didn't know. What a hypocrite this man was. Apparently he was here for doing something bad, but had been taken against his will to this place in the first place. Just as he had memorized though, the last rule stated that he could not leave until the guy said so. Maybe if he did as he was supposed to, he could survive and get out.

That was his viewpoint on the whole thing. It was some silly, fairy-tale version of Saw. He had seen the movies before, and he learned that you should do what the physco guy says. Even if it meant putting on some mask and a loosing his prized red hoody, to switch it off for a suit. Black jacket and pants, white dress shirt, the usual colors. But he left the jacket off, finding that the place was quite warm already. There was a blue tie, but he had no idea how it work, so just left it. Now the mask. Why did he need a mask on? Oblio had found out (or thought he did) everything else, but the mask puzzled him. This whole experience was ending up to be a puzzle that he had to solve, put the pieces together and figure out what was happening.

He held the mask in his hand almost carefully, his gray eyes running over the diamond pattern on it, each one a different, shining color. Blue, gold, black, white, lavender. There was a blue ribbon attached to the back of it.

"You must leave the mask beside this paper on at all times while around others. Failure to do so will result in punishment."

Oblio set the mask down on the table, breathing out a quiet sigh. The note was still on the table. He had read it over a million times, but not even bothered to touch it. He had memorized each word, considered what the punishments would be, and how long he would be here. "Here, you will hopefully find your soulmate."

Soulmate. He wasn't looking for someone before, and wouldn't be looking for someone here. All he had to do was go along with it, and as far as he could tell, the only way to get a punishment was to take off the mask near people, or try to get out. It was easy to avoid both. So the thing that was bothering him was...why was this Mad Hatter doing this? To watch them interact? Oblio knew that places existed, they would watch human activity. Maybe he was some sort of person researching human nature and psychology, two of Oblio's favorite subjects. He was part of an experiment, maybe? He just had to be himself. He considered this idea over the murderer one. If the guy was a murderer, he would have killed everyone here already.

Possibilities just continued to list in his mind, dozens of them. But he had only found one conclusion. Just go along with everything that came his way, and he would be fine and possibly get out. Then report this man to the police, or something like that. The first thing he had to do though...

Was put on the damn mask.

Oblio reached for it again, turning it around so that the silver-gray back faced him. Reluctantly, he raised it towards his face, taking the blue ribbon and lifting it over his head as soon as the mask touched the skin on his face. The the string of fabric shimmered, one of the stray pieces rested behind his ear, matching the blue on the mask. It fit like it was molded to fit over the gentle features of his face. He stared at the room around him, his vision fine. As long as he could see out of it, he was happy. It was just a few seconds after he had put the mask on, did he hear someone at the door. Was it the crazy hatter guy? He had some questions for the man, and quickly bolted for the door, pulling it open. He could still briefly remembered what had happened.
He was fishing for wallets and no one had seemed to notice him reaching into their back pockets. It had been like he was in a trance, the crowd around him a blur. Weaving through the people, he could only hear his own thoughts, and the quiet murmur of voices surrounding him. That was until he saw the man in the hat, staring at him. Oblio had panicked. Had he seen what he had been doing? Was this guy going to report him to the police? The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble, the only reason he was doing this was for survival. In an attempt to get away, he had began the other way down the sidewalk, to a more remote area of the city.

A gentle smile came across his face as he remembered. He had put up quite a fight, as he recalled. Not only tried to get away, but tried to throw a punch or two as well. But to no avail. He was here. And he hated to admit it, but he was kind of...happy about it. Every day before had been the same routine, day in and day out. This was a change. Not necessarily a good one, but different.

No one was there. The hallway was empty. Oblio leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head to rest it on the wood. Did he have to go outside of the room he was in? Surely that was why there had been the knocking at the door. To lure him out. Oblio looked down at the floor, searching, for some pair of shoes to slip himself into. Along the ground, lined up, were mostly dress shoes. But he managed to find a pair that seemed comfortable enough. They were black, and looked more like sneakers than dress shoes. Stepping away from the empty hallway, he turned to put the shoes on, and managed to catch a quick glance of himself in the mirror. He thought he looked like an idiot, wearing a mask. But this was how it was supposed to be. If he followed along, he would get out. Simple enough.

He was as calm as could be as he stepped out the door, letting it shut quietly behind him. The hallway was rather narrow, the walls covered with one single color of paint. Pictures in frames were lined up along the corridor, and to distract himself, he looked at a few of the paintings, interested with the style of each artist and the color pallet used. Oblio had a habit of procrastinating when he really didn't want to do something. And he really didn't want to do this.

Going down the hallway, and towards the large room in the large room in the middle, he figured that was the place to be. And he was right. Rather than noticing the things in the room right away, or the elegance of the large space, he saw the man at the top of the staircase. Still hidden in the shadows caused by the hallway, he felt himself filled with hate, and dread.

'Bastard.' The thought ran through his mind, yet he didn't speak it out-loud (he often mistakenly did that). He stepped out of the hallway, finding a comfortable place near the wall, and pressing his back up against it, crossing his arms over himself. Waiting for something to happen, he noticed someone else in the middle of the room, standing there awkwardly, but his attention didn't linger on her for long. Hopefully the guy would start talking about what was going on here. He wanted clear answers rather than the vaguely written note he had gotten earlier.

More importantly, he wanted out.

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{{OCC- So... I'm a nerd. I wrote this listen to this song, and if you listen to it while you read my post, it will help show the mood I want. At least for the dream part, please. --> Moonlight Sonata }}


The child's fingers barely brushed keys as she played. She was young for her skill, barely old enough to even consider puberty, but yet here she was. The crowd was silent as her soul was poured into every note. The tune filtered through the thick air, not a hush was spoken. Delicate curls were pulled into a bun, but most had slipped from its grasp, leaving the child's raven hair reaching just beneath her shoulder blades. Only her hands moved, dancing along the keys as her crystal eyes remained closed in perfect peace. She had no need to watch the keys. They would not leave her. They were her friends and only comfort.

The stage was laced in red and gold velvet. In the center sat the child, small and frail compared to the instrument beside her. The melancholy tune was enough to break hearts. The child's shoulders became tense with the music as the notes grew harsh. Her back was toward the audience, they could not see her pain. Her cheeks were damp through closed eyes, but she never hesitated. The song must go on. Her lashes where heavy with sorrow, though none could know why. It was unfair for this child to know so much misery so early in the world.

She could feel the heat grow around her. The scent of smoldering wood encased her being. She did not pause. The song must go on. Her fingers tapped the keys, it almost seemed impossible she was producing sound. Her touch so light and whimsical. It was as if she were afraid the piano would break. Gradually the heat grew intense. She continued forward. Finally her fingers slowed and grew still. She remained motionless for a moment as if needing to recover from her soul being so vulnerable.

At last she stood to face the crowd. The heat was so strong. She could feel the flames lapping at her ankles. Blue eyes fluttered open in clear serenity to gaze at the audience. Their faces were covered by masks. Some had caught fire, bubbling just before melting into a pool on the ground. White gloves clapped, although no sound could be heard over the roar of the fire. The child took a bow, unphased by the sight. She could not hear their words, but knew what they wanted. She straightened herself and reclaimed her seat at the piano now engulfed by flames. The entire sage was ablaze. Only the girl, innocent and naive, was untouched. As she lifted her hands to begin again, the trim of her dress was captured by heat. Yet the song was not finished. It had to go on. The ivory keys grew tacky from the warmth, searing the child's fingers. She continued nevertheless as her raven curls began to smolder. The child's fingers barely stroked the keys as the melancholy tune filtered through the thick air.



It's time to wake up now.


Evangeline opened her eyes at the voice, mind foggy from the night's rest. That dream... Would it always haunt her? It was the same scenario every time. Her playing the piano as everything burned around her. She could not break free from it. She had had the same dream nightly for many years now.

Evangeline smiled to herself and snuggled into the soft bed. Look around you, Evangeline. Evangeline opened her eyes, for the first time realizing she was not at home. Home... She didn't have one of those anymore. It had burned, she had killed her father and torched the house last night. Didn't she? Evangeline groaned, rolling her head into her hands. She could see the night as if a dream, but she had no memory of it happening. She could feel the intense heat like in the dream. But had she really killed her own father?

We killed that bastard together. I helped you do it.

Eva blinked and smiled to the words. Yes, then it must have happened. Slowly she crawled from the luxurious bed. The air was cool, chilling her bare skin. She found the bathroom quickly and washed her face. She glanced up, cold blue eyes staring at her from the reflection. The face in the mirror smiled to her mischievously. Eva stepped back for more of her body to fit in the mirror. There were no such items in her house any longer, she had almost forgotten how she looked.

Her skin was shinny and white as if a porcelain doll. Her ribs were visible underneath tight skin. Her eyes then lingered to her arms and legs. They were speckled with marks ranging from gashes to bruises. The occasional burn mark was also apparent. Some marks had healed, but their presence would be known forever.

She fled from the bathroom and into the bedroom once more. Her frail body was unable to hold warmth. Slowly she found the wardrobe to peek inside. Three gowns hung inside. One gown was a red strapless, the other was golden that hung no lower than the knees. Neither would do. She would not allow anyone to see her scars.

Finally she found the perfect fit. It had a dark top with long, flowing sleeves. The skirt panels alternated between blue and red, while on the hip hung a single panel of white.. The colors reminded her of something. Her eyes and.... Fire.

Quickly Eva dressed and readied herself. She allowed her raven curls to hang free. As she turned to leave, she found a note and mask. Carefully she read the letter, fingers soft and delicate. How did I get here? She questioned herself at the strange words. She had no memory of the night before when she had killed her father. That is because I was awake.

Eva sighed, letting the letter fall to the ground. Yes, that would explain it. The voice, Joy, her alter-personality, would not let Eva remain conscious when she took control. It was for Evangeline's own safety, of course. The girl smiled at the thought of having such a kind friend. Slowly she took hold of the mask. Her eyes grew wide as she gazed at it. Around the eyes were musical notes. Although only a small selection, Evangeline know the song it held. "The Moonlight Sonata," she whispered to herself. She closed her eyes in confusion. This was the song she always played in her dream. It was also the song she played the night of her mother and sister's death.

Go ahead, put it on.

Evangeline nodded to the voice. Softly she slipped the back lace around her head. The mask felt so strange, yet oddly familiar. Almost instantly once secured in place and her hands fell to the side, there was a loud knock on the door. Answer it.

Evangeline stepped forward slightly and grasped the knob. It swung forward in ease. She stepped into the hall where not a soul could be found. She wandered through the halls to find someone who may know where she was. She was frightened slightly, but refused to let it show in her cam face. Finally she came upon a ballroom. Two figures stood inside, but that was not where her attention was drawn. No, her eyes were fastened to a large piano that sat across the room. She took a step toward it, ignoring the two others. Longingly ran her hand along the ivory keys. Such perfection.

She sat and held her hands just above the notes, ready to play. No, not yet. Evangeline gasped at the sharp tone. Never before had the voice spoken to her in such away. Evangeline pulled away from the grand creature and fled back to the center of the room. She looked between the two, careful to stay away from the boy. She had lost all trust in males, they all reminded her of her father. Eva glanced toward the girl. "Where are we?" she asked softly.


{{This is her dress. Sorry for it being for a paper doll....}}

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"I'm on my way, sis. "
"Where are you?"
"I'm walking to the coffee shop now."
When she spoke again seconds later, it was like she hadn't heard him before.
"You were supposed to be here by now."
"I'll be there soon."
"I'm leaving, Cody," the voice began to trail off in his mind.
"Wait for me," he called, but it felt like he was shouting across a room full of chattering people. He yelled it again louder, and it was as if the crowd knew he would because as soon as he opened his mouth, the talking got louder. Suddenly, all of the chatter was silenced. His sister hadn't heard him, and she was gone from his mind. His anger peaked as he found that in her place stood a tall man with a black top hat, wearing a mad grin like he would gold rings.


Cody awoke quickly. Though his heart pounded a little harder than it normally would, he was calm. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly and quietly. That's what his sister would have done. She would have assessed the situation, and made a calm decision as to what she should do. But as Cody lay in a bed that smelled different than his own, and looked up at a ceiling that was much more formal than he'd ever seen, he was trying not to yell for help.
Who had brought him here? Well that was easy. The man he had just dreamed about. The man he'd fought last night. Apparently, he realized, he'd lost the battle. He remembered nothing but throwing one last punch before his world went black and fell towards the ground.

Leaving the warm confines of the bed, he found upon standing that his vision still swirled. His head spun and he leaned forward to reach for whatever he could to keep him from losing his balance. By the way his head pounded and black danced across his sight, he guessed that he'd been hit pretty hard.
The object he'd grabbed was the corner of an end table that stood near the bed, of which he was now hunched over. When his vision cleared and his head stopped spinning, he found himself face to face with another face, and a handwritten letter. He tilted his head to the side to read it better, instead of picking it up from the table.

He checked the closet, and as the letter had stated, there were clothes. Fancy clothes. The kind of clothes he hadn't worn since he was a young child. Without taking much care as to treating the clothes well, he quickly grabbed a pair of boxers, black pants, and a black long-sleeved shirt. Those were easy enough to put on. However, he had more trouble putting on the white tie. Lucky for him, there was a poster with instructions posted to the inside of the closet. After a few minutes of fumbling with the tie, he managed to get it on right. Two quick knocks on the door followed immediately after, and startled him. Still barefoot, he walked to the door and reached for the handle. As he went to open the door, he paused, remembering the letter.
You must leave the mask beside this paper on at all times while around others. Failure to do so will result in punishment.
Cody remained near the door. Is a stupid mask really that important? He released an irritated sigh, and walked across the soft carpet to the other side of the room again. He picked up the mask and walked to the mirror.
Placing the mask over his face, he was surprised by how comfortable it was. On the other hand, he felt ridiculous as he tied the black silk around his head. His choppy brown hair masked most of the ribbon, but a few glimpses of black still peeked through. His face looked entirely new to him as he could only focus on the mask. Half white and half blue, a silver color outlined the mask and weaved patterns around the eyes.
Again, he almost left the room before remember something. Something he found to be a little more important than just some mask: shoes and socks. He put on the first pair of black socks and dress shoes he could find, and left the room.

Outside of his room was a long hallway. It had appeared empty, until his eyes strayed to the very end of the hall, where he caught a quick sight of a woman with a red, white, and blue dress on. Cody followed suit, wondering if she might know anything of how they had gotten there, or of the kidnapper. Shortly after reaching the end of the hallway, he came into an extravagant ballroom. It was the kind that you would only see in movies. Grand staircases, tile floors, and beautiful paintings. Cody paid no mind to any of them, except for the largeness of the room, and who stood at the top of the staircase.
A man with striking eyes, a gentle smile, and that black top-hat.
Had there not been other people in the room, he realized, he would have screamed out at the strange man and demanded to know why he was here. But seeing other people dressed in formal attire and around the same age as him kept him calm. If they weren't freaking out yet, why should he? Cody, though hiding a furious attitude behind a poker face, took a spot near the wall not too far from another young man. Leaning against the wall, he stared up at the ceiling in silence while he began his wait for the "grand host" to stop staring down at his guinea pigs and say something irritatingly inviting.

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Oliver's first sensation was the air. Even by the air, his brain connected that something was different here. But he didn't care. The rough blanket that he knew his skin had never touched before brushed Oliver as he rolled onto his side. He let out a breath of air, not conscious enough to be concerned about his changed surroundings. Then the memories returned.

He was at home, his father's penthouse in Denver, reading a novel. As a matter of fact, this is where he usually hung out. Oliver had no desire to leave his home, and only did so at necessity. He'd just finished a chapter when he heard a crash in the living room. Oliver waved it off. 'House noise.' After that, he heard three more crashes. Perhaps he should be concerned. No, of course not. His chilled eyes returned the page when he heard a chuckle from the kitchen. Someone was here. His father wasn't due back for another two hours, and even then Mr. Rook wasn't much of a cackler. This was fear emblazoned with the air. Oliver loathed every breath.

He kept a weapon in his room. Logic dictates that one should be ready at all times for any pressing occasion. Oliver was feeling pressed. Unfortunately, it was only Zachary's old pocket knife. Oliver kept lots of his brother's things; no one else wanted them. Quickly, he bookmarked the novel and snatched up the knife. After flicking the solid black blade out, he rounded the corner to face his, possibly imaginary, attacker. As soon as Oliver set eyes on the man, he tried to convince himself he was dreaming... The man was immaculately dressed, wearing a silly top hat that shaded his eyes. A strange grin crept onto his face and he twirled some sort of shining cane. This was the last thing Oliver could recall.


Silence. Silence and stillness was the game. Oliver lay flat, unmoving and unassuming, as he attempted to assess his situation. Gladly, his ears heard no breathing. He felt it safe to sit up. Promptly, he flung the scratchy cover off of him and stood to his feet. His clothes were missing. Grimacing, he thought of the man in the hat stripping him while he was unconscious. This was something he wanted wiped from his mind's eye. The next part of this little adventure was to search the room. Instantly, he found the letter and the mask. Glancing over his shoulder at the door, he hoped no one entered while he read. The last thing he wanted was for someone to catch a view of him like this. Oliver briskly scanned the page. Rules. Oliver liked rules. Rules spawned order and Oliver operated under a system of order and logic.

Looks like he was stuck here, for now at least. His nakedness was bothering him as he attempted to process this scene. His first impression was 'mass-murderer having a nice fun time,' but Oliver knew better. This man in the hat didn't wish to kill them. Oliver didn't know what was in store, but his abductor struck him as man with a goal. But what was this goal? Surely it wasn't the love garbage as suggested by the note.

The closet offered no variety in suits. Of course, Oliver hardly noticed, being perfectly satisfied to wear the same color combination day after day. There were white shirts and black shirts, white suits and black suits, white pants and black pants. But Oliver would never wear anything white. His mission was to be unnoticed by others. Black usually enhanced this ability while white destroyed it. Oliver's father frequently wore white suits, so as to capture the most attention. So Oliver put on all the black articles, with the experience of a suit enthusiast. Oliver's black tie was tied perfectly. His shirt, wrinkle-free. He had observed his father dress himself flawlessly for so many years, Oliver had learned to himself. In fact, Oliver made a practice of gaining knowledge from everything he did. He had seen his father tie a tie once, so obviously Oliver could tie a tie as well. The only aspect of his wardrobe he didn't enjoy was a white rose pinned to his jacket. But then taking it out would defy his host, seeing that one was on each of the jackets.

Now for the mask, two nearly identical pieces of molded fabric, one black and one white, were positioned gracefully near the note, as if to say "Choose." Obviously, Oliver lifted the black version to his eyes without much thought. They were odd masks, he noticed. Most masquerade masks stopped at the ear, but these defied that convention. And after the linen crept over his ears, it dropped to pointed strips, like devilish, drooped rabbit ears. Oliver was no rabbit.

A knock at the door. The man in the hat? Probably not. Oliver doubted he'd be bold enough to greet his prisoners so hospitably. Either way, Oliver had nothing to lose by answering to the call. But as he twisted the knob and opened the door with self-coached confidence, he found no one to the left or the right of this checker board hallway. Only paintings. Oliver had no taste for art. He had nothing against it per se, but he never really payed any mind to it. Calming himself, he realized that he found that he could hear slight footsteps at the end of a hall. He swiveled his head to look. A ballroom, how odd! His legs carried him to join the others. But as he entered into the ballroom and absorbed as much information as he could, Oliver found that he was staring directly at his captor up at the top of a curbing staircase. The man in the hat.

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Scarlet and Schuyler were walking down the street, both of them counting the money they managed to scam out of these two ladies. Schuyler looked up after a moment and saw someone up ahead. He instinctively stepped closer to his sister protectively, but soon enough everything event dark for the both of them.

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Scarlett woke with a start. She looked around her frantically, remembering everything that happened before she blacked out. "Wa-? Where am I? Schuyler? Schuyler where are you?!" She said frantically while getting up off the bed. That's when she saw the note and read it.

A mask? What's so great about this stupid mask? And how would I be punished if I took it off? She thought to herself as she picked up the mask. She carried it over to the closet after setting the note down. She picked through the dresses when her hand landed on the perfect one. It had a outlet corset top with a white poofy skirt with black lace over it.

She quickly changed into the dress and then put on her mask. As there was a knock on the door, she turned to look at the door. She hesitated, but opened the door to see no one there. She stood there for a moment and then walked out the door. Slowly, but surly she walked down the hall and came to a ballroom. She first saw the man that attacked her and her brother.

"Hey! What did you do with my brother?!" She screamed at him angrily without thinking. Her anger blinded her and caused her to start screaming at this guy.

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Schuyler woke up with a yawn and looked around. He got up and read the note. He didn't question anything and just put on a random suit he found in the closet. All that was on his mind was finding his sister.

So without another thought, he put on the mask and answersed the door when he heard the knock on the door. He silently walked out of the room and down the hall. When he came to the ballroom he looked at all the other people and then his eyes fell on a girl yelling at the guy that kidnapped them. He instantly knew it was his sister and walked over to her.

"Scarlett I'm right here, calm down." He said in a calm voice as he put his hand on her shoulder. She spun around and looked at him before hugging him. He could tell that she was actually scared which was unusual for her. Once she let go he led her ovear to a wall and out of the middle of the room while they waited to see what would happen.

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((OOC: Yeah, like Rain, most of my post was inspired by a song. Except mine's a bit...well, different. Spellbound. Lacuna Coil.))

As she walked along the dimly lit sidewalk, jumping at every passing car and even going so far as to hide in an alley way when she heard the sirens of a police car coming down the street towards her, Aliena thought back on what she had done.

Her father’s screams filled her mind as she limped along, her right ankle shooting pain through her leg with each passing step. It was cold, and she tried to warm herself, though she only wore a long sleeve shirt, black jeans, and converse, as it had been all she’d been able to retrieve as she made her escape.

Street lights flickered above her and she looked up. They flickered again before going out. It was the only one for a few yards, and when it’s light was extinguished, she instantly felt a chill run down her spine. She began walking again but when she looked down, there was a man in front of her. She jumped back. He wore a dark suit and a top hat. But before she could get a good look at his face, her world went dark.



She stood there as he screamed, listening, watching as he burned. Then suddenly, he lay still, the flames had gone out, and all that remained was the burned corpse. She took a step forward, before suddenly, a burnt, gnarled hand shot out and grabbed her leg. She screamed, toppling over and trying to escape as she was clawed at. After kicking away she crawled backwards, watching in horror as he stood up, his burned mouth curving into a menacing smile.

“Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?”


Aliena shot up, sweat on her forehead, her mouth ajar as she took in ragged breaths. She looked around frantically, not recognizing the room she was in. She threw the scratchy blanket off of her and got up, turning around.

Noticing a piece of paper on the nightstand, she picked it up, reading it to herself.

Welcome to the Masquerade. As I am sure you have awakened by now, please forgive me for what I've done. You have been selected to stay at this wonderful mansion by me, the Mad Hatter. Here, you will hopefully find your soulmate and learn a thing or two about yourself. Please read the following instructions on this paper:

1. You will find that I have provided clothes for you. Look in the closet.
2. You may not leave this mansion under any circumstances. If you do, there will be punishments. Or you will be eaten by wolves and bears.
3. Do not attempt to ask who I am, for I will not tell you.
4. Please be kind to others and do not bother the servants.
5. You are here for a reason, whether it be theft or murder, arson or hate, misery or behavior.
6. You must leave the mask beside this paper on at all times while around others. Failure to do so will result in punishment.
7. You will not leave until I say you can.

-the Mad Hatter


And suddenly, everything went cold. Someone knew. Someone knew what she’d done. But how? And who the hell was the Mad Hatter?

Setting the note down, she turned to the mask that lay on the nightstand. It was simple. A grey color with black lace. She liked it. Picking it up, she looked at it more closely, before setting it down again and walking over to the closet.

She looked at each dress. None of them would be helpful in hiding her bruises, so she just chose one that she liked. It was floor-length, and was a pale color. Not something that she thought would draw too much attention to her.

After she put it on she bit her bottom lip, but cringed. She’d forgotten it was cut. Closing her eyes for a moment, she mentally washed away all thoughts before placing the mask over her face.

There was a knock at her door, and she quickly opened it, but she didn’t see anyone. She looked out into the hall. Nothing. Not a person in sight. Deciding that she wanted to find out if there were other people stuck here, she ventured out.

She heard a yell and quickened her pace, making her way towards the sound. When she came upon the scene, she was surprised to find a boy and a girl, who she guessed were siblings due to their resemblance. But the third person in the room, looked vaguely familiar.

Recognition practically slapped her in the face. He was the one who’d kidnapped her. Probably the one who knew what she’d done. Staying silent, she stood in the back, unnoticed by the others.

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The Hatter stood still as a statue, only his head moving, to gaze around at his new guests. The boys, with the exception of the one twin, seemed rather angry, where as the girls were just confused. They did look quite lovely in those dresses. He knew he'd made good choices for what to put in their closets the first night. Tomorrow there would be three new dresses in their closets, and two suits instead of one in the boys'. He grinned beneath the mask, his dark eyes settling on Oblio, Cody, and Oliver. Cody and Oliver had done well as far as dress went, but Oblio had failed miserably. No tie or jacket? Did this boy think he was at a birthday party?

Speaking of birthday parties, when was the Hatter's birthday? It had been ages it seemed, since h'd had a party to celebrate his age. He wasn't that old anyway, somewhere between 20 and 25, he knew. His own identity seemed to be lost sometimes amidst taking care of these young fools. Some days he would forget his childhood, but he never forgot his guests. Never.

Looking at the girls, he noted that one was still missing. The pink haired one. Where was that child?! As if she'd read his mine, she suddenly appeared and walked down the stair case... barefoot. How dare she! Pushing aside his disgust, he looked down at the railing he was standing near, then reached his hand out and tugged on the top rail. His golden staff formed, blue jewels making a small circle around the top of it. He was eager to take a whack at his least favorite of the group, Oblio.

The Mad Hatter loved the looks of confusion of their faces. This was questionably the best part. "Quiet now please!" he called out, raising his hands and staff out to his sides, then lowering them once all eyes were on him. He grinned uncontrollably. "Welcome one and all, to the Masquerade. This would be my humble abode. Here you should find everything to your liking. I see that Evangeline has found the grand piano and Arcadia, you will be thrilled to know that there is an easel in the library, located on the second floor of the west wing. Your bedrooms are in the east wing as you saw.

"Now, you may be wondering why you're here. Each of you has their own reason. If you would like me to tell you, I gladly will." There was a pause as he started pacing back and forth, looking down at his new found prisoners. "But if you'd rather not know, it is truly understandable. I myself have not had the best past. So I hope that I can make for you a better future. Your objection is to find love here. Find love, change, or stay until I say so.

"As you all know, you are wearing masks. Failure to do so will result in punishment. The masks are simply for my enjoyment and for yours. We will also be able to see if you can love a person who's face who can not fully see. It's quite interesting actually. As to how you got here, I will only tell you if you'd really like to know." He throws his staff up in the air a few feet and then catches it. "I, the Mad Hatter, personally welcome you to the Masquerade. Now let the feast begin!" He clapped his hands as the waiters and waitresses stepped forward, offering appetizers on small china plates.

He then disappeared in a small cloud of smoke, looking at Evangeline quickly. He reappeared behind Oblio, using his cane to whack the boy in the head. "Learn to dress yourself, Oblio," the Hatter said, then disappeared again and reappeared in his previous spot. He just had too much fun with teasing the children.

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Zaria continued beating at the door, unaware of the other girls passing her in the hall. She was also oblivious to the fact that she was barefoot. Wandering out of the hall, she entered the ballroom and met the disapproving gaze of the Hatter. The pink haired girl looked at the ground and rushed down the stairs, standing at the bottom of them.

She was staring at the walls, covered with paintings. The high ceiling held a beautiful chandelier and there were others here. Others! She was not the only one, which relieved her greatly. She sat down on the bottom step, being careful with her dress. The Hatter was speaking now. She glanced up at him, but then stared at the ceiling, which was a painting itself. The Hatter seemed to drone on forever, mentioning where things were and why they were here... sorta.

After he was down speaking, the tall man clapped his hands and a waiter stepped forward, offering her what looked like sushi. She shook her head. "No thank you," she said, trying to remember her manners. Zaria did not want to know what punishment from the mad man may be. What she did want to know though, was why she was here. What had she done to deserve this? Trapped in a mansion with strangers, un-allowed to leave, or even see their faces. What kind of a nightmare was she in?

Zaria sighed, resting her head against the railing of the stair case. She wanted home and what was left of her broken family.

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Oblio wanted to stay focused on only the Hatter, to see if he would do or say anything, yet he couldn't help but notice when more people began to disperse into the large ballroom. A few people went out in the middle of the room, like the girl before, while others went off to the side, careful to avoid the waiters and waitresses. His gaze returned to the man atop of the staircase, and that was when he realized that he wouldn't begin speaking until everyone was here. In his mind, he began to silently urge the last person (or persons) to hurry up with whatever they were doing, and get here. He was usually a rather patient person, but this was one of those times where he needed an explanation, and an answer. Now.

The urge again to look up at his kidnapper came over him, and he couldn't help but see that the man was looking everyone over, almost examining them. Oblio could almost imagine the thoughts running through his mind. Sadistic murderer thoughts, or possibly taking mental notes on how they were all acting in this situation. He tried his best to keep an emotionless, straight face as his gray eyes followed the gaze of the Hatter. Soon he could tell that the psychopath was looking at him, with sharp, dark eyes. They were like daggers, and instantly he knew he had done something wrong. Confused, he looked down at himself. Shirt, pants, shoes. The mask was on like everyone else, so what had he done wrong? Oblio tore his gaze away from the Mad Hatter, and towards the other boys around the room, looking to them as if it was for guidance. They were wearing jackets and ties, the shirt, pants, shoes-

Oh, crap. He hadn't even bothered to throw on the jacket, or at least try to figure out the tie. Examining the room from his spot near the wall, he saw that everyone else looked a lot more formal too. Even the girl who had been shouting earlier, and what seemed to be her brother. Not a word came from his mouth though, as soon, he recognized the sound of footsteps. The room was already quiet enough to hear a pin drop, so the sound of the girl approaching from the upstairs hallway was easily heard. It was a small girl, with pink hair. Her footsteps were light and hardly made a sound as she began down the staircase, and he wondered why. But the way she had distracted the hatter seemed to say it all. No shoes.

So at least he wasn't the only one who had screwed up. The girl went and stood by the bottom of the stairs. Oblio focused intently on the hatter, ready to listen out and hear what he had to say. Surely he had the real explanation, and he was going to tell them all.

"Quiet now please!" The man called out. Oblio looked around the silent room with a small smirk on his face. Obviously there had been almost no noise in the first place. The golden staff in his one hand glinted in the light. Had he been holding that earlier?

As he continued on, Oblio was getting more eager to hear his words. He droned on about the place for a bit, speaking to a few of the people in the room, then quickly changed subjects. With a quick glance towards the waiters and waitresses around the room at the walls, he took a quick step forward to hear the Mad Hatter a bit better. Questions began to arise in his mind as he deepened in the subject. Why the hell did he care about their future? Why them specifically? Because they had problems or something? Oblio's mind quickly lingered on his mother's death and his father's neglect for a few moments before re-focusing.

'Your objective is to find love here.'

He repeated the words, and the next ones spoken, a few times in his mind. Love? No, no that wasn't possible. Not now, for his real objective was to find some way out that didn't involve getting...close to people. Why was this man forcing them to like somebody? Already, an idea began to formulate in his mind. He could just fake it. Surely everyone in here didn't want to do what this man was telling them to do. He could find someone, pretend to 'love' them, and get the hell out.

Lost in his thoughts, he had completely missed the next part. He only resurfaced from the waters of his mind to find that the waiters and waitresses were moving forward, with food on platters. Oblio stepped forward a few times, not wanting to get in anyone's way. Finding his view again, he looked up at the staircase, hoping to see the man still there so he could ask him a few questions, but all was there was smoke pouring to the ground.

He rose an eyebrow at what had just happened, breathing out a quiet sigh. Great, the guy had used some cheap magic trick to get away, not letting them ask any questions. He began to roll up a bit of the sleeve of his shirt, finding that it was a bit long, yet only succeeded in wrinkling it even more than it already was. Was there some sort of punishment for not dressing right? Maybe he should go back to his room and throw a jacket on-

A sharp pain suddenly hit the back of his head. Oblio let out a small cry of pain, lifting his hand up and resting it on the aching spot of his head, turning around to see the man in the hat just briefly. He used his other hand, reaching for him, but the guy disappeared again. He only got to briefly see him, yet heard all of what he had said.

"Learn to dress yourself, Oblio."

He could almost hear the smile in his voice. Yes, there did seem to be a punishment. Getting hit in the head with a cane! What kind of silly person would do that? He cursed quietly under his breath, lowering his hand. The pain faded away, yet it felt familiar. Was that how the man had knocked him out before? And possibly everyone else? With a cane?

"What kind of a damn guy hits people with some cane..." He mumbled quietly, turning around to face the middle of the room. He didn't want to bother to go back to his room now to get the jacket. If this was the punishment for things, then he wouldn't mind getting whacked a few times for messing something up.

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Soon enough, people began to join Arcadia in the ball room. There was a pretty girl with black hair, a few boys, some more girls but she was not really paying attention. Her eyes were set on the man trying to hide by the staircase. Eventually he spoke, his voice boomed over the ballroom, echoing against the tall ceiling. Though, once again she zoned out. Instead of listening to him, she was looking at his features to see if she had painted them correctly. No, she had made his nose to snub like, she had to fix that.

"-Arcadia, you will be thrilled to know that there is an easel in the library."

That she was thrilled with, that meant she had the opportunity to fix the mistake she had made earlier with his nose. Maybe that was not a good idea, she thought to herself. He had stolen her by jumping from her painting before... or at least that is what she assumed. It just occurred to Arcadia that the girl with the raven colored hair had spoken to her, and now that the "Hatter" had finished speaking, she turned on her heels to face her.

"Oh, did you say something?" On any other occasion she would refrain from speaking, but this was all just a game or maybe even a dream. Her bright eyes looked around the room at people while she rocked back on her heels that had already begun to ache on her feet. "I tend to get lost in my own little world sometime." With that she looked up, taking in the view of the ballroom.

Waiters and waitresses lined the walls of the room, keeping their space from the guests, but the food and drink on their trays looked delicious. A fizzy pink liquid in a crystal glass caught her attention, so without hesitation she walked over to the man the silver tray. "May I have one?" Arcadia tilted her head and concentrated on the little air pockets floating to the surface trying to figure out a way to incorporate them in a painting.

"Yes, madame." The gentleman lowered tray, allowing Arcadia to take two cups. The unique blonde walked back over to the girl she had spoken to before, extending the drink to her.

"I'm Arcadia. You are?" She took a sip from the cup, letting the bubbles rush against her full lips. It was delicious, somewhere in between a sweet bubblegum and cherry but with a small potency like some sort of alcohol.

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Evangeline looked about the room in curiosity as the final guests trickled in. In total, there were four males and five females, including herself. She inspected each female carefully, admiring their luxurious gowns. Each one was so different. The fabric used to construct the beautiful gowns were amazing; each piece of cloth was an individual note needed to harmonize together in order to form the grand masterpiece. As Evangeline's eyes passed over the males, however, her gaze shifted to the floor beneath their feet. She could not bring herself to look at them in fright of seeing some aspect of her father. You don't have to worry about him anymore, Evangeline was reminded by Joy.

"Quiet now please!"

Evangeline's attention was drawn to the sudden voice. She had not noticed the presence of the man prior to this moment. So there were five males in the room, then. Like the others, Eva managed to bring her eyes only to the floor where he stood. Him... Again. Evangeline was surprised by the vicious growl inside her mind. She did not recognize the tune his voice, something Eva's sensitive ears could never forget, a useful skill in playing music by ear. Have we meet before? she questioned. The voice hesitated, as if considering how much to reveal. I was awake at the time. He is the one that brought us here.

"Welcome one and all, to the Masquerade. This would be my humble abode. Here you should find everything to your liking. I see that Evangeline has found the grand piano and Arcadia, you will be thrilled to know that there is an easel in the library, located on the second floor of the west wing. Your bedrooms are in the east wing as you saw." Evangeline cringed as the man spoke her name. What did he want with her? What would he want to do to her?

"Now, you may be wondering why you're here. Each of you has their own reason. If you would like me to tell you, I gladly will. But if you'd rather not know, it is truly understandable. I myself have not had the best past. So I hope that I can make for you a better future. Your objection is to find love here. Find love, change, or stay until I say so." Find LOVE? We do not need anyone else. They all just want to hurt you, all males are filthy animals out for one thing. Evangeline cringed back slightly at this thought. Yes, and that is why I need you to protect me. The girl could feel the voice smile at her passive words.

"As you all know, you are wearing masks. Failure to do so will result in punishment. The masks are simply for my enjoyment and for yours. We will also be able to see if you can love a person who's face who can not fully see. It's quite interesting actually. As to how you got here, I will only tell you if you'd really like to know." Evangeline hesitated upon these words. How did we get here?I already said I was awake. You know what you need to know, the voice grumbled. It was secretly ashamed for allowing Evangeline to fall into this situation under her protection. She had been beaten, by a male of all creatures. "I, the Mad Hatter, personally welcome you to the Masquerade. Now let the feast begin!"

That arrogant bastard, treating us as honored guests. I would like to see him burn... And his entire house with him! Evangeline found herself glancing up toward the man that angered Joy to such a degree. Their eyes locked for a moment. Terrified, Evangeline glanced away. Never do that again. Ever. Evangeline nodded passively. Servants swirled around her, offering a wide assortment of food. It all looked wonderful, however, when offered some she shook her head in protest. She had grown used to starvation and her stomach could hold little substance at this point. Eat. But what is it is poisoned? she thought wildly, desperately searching for an escape from Joy's wrath. I need your body to be strong when I decide to awaken. How else can I protect you, foolish girl?

Yes, of course the order was for Evangeline's own safety. Joy wouldn't have it any other way. Evangeline scanned the trays, looking for something interesting. She settled upon some light pastries and fruit. All the while, her eyes were drawn to the piano that appeared to be so alone.

"I'm Arcadia. You are?"

Take the drink. Evangeline smiled to the girl and took the pink liquid offered to her. “I am Evangeline,” she responded with a quick bow in respect to the formal situation they were in. She felt comfortable with the girl, females were always kind. “Do you like to paint?” She asked, recalling the Hatter had referred to her also. Evangeline appreciated artists, their work not unlike her own. Each stroke of their brush was like an individual note coming together. “I am not very good with physical art, but I do play the piano well.” I like making things with clay. You get to play with the kiln...

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Among the quiet chatter of the room, Cody found his prediction to have been true. The Mad Hatter had executed an excruciatingly inviting introduction. It was almost as if he thought that each and every one of them would grow to enjoy being held against their will. As fine as the mansion appeared with its peculiar artwork and its brilliant chandeliers, he wasn't interested in staying any longer than he had to.

A female server walked by with a tray of appetizers. Though they all looked delicious, Cody hesitated to take one. Was he hungry? He didn't think so. Though he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten... Noticing Cody's hesitation, the server lowered the silver tray with a kind smile. "Sir, perhaps taking a little something will calm your nerves?"
Instantly, Cody was angry again. His nerves were fine. He wasn't feeling sick. And his eating routine would still be perfectly normal if he hadn't been knocked out and taken here. The server again noticed Cody's expression, and with a shy smile she raised the tray as she began to leave him alone. She said nothing as Cody then reached out and snatched an apple slice, rocking the tray nearly to the point of falling to the ballroom floor, before he walked away.

No, Cody did not know where he was going. He didn't care. He wanted away from anyone "official" here. Anyone who was in on the Mad Hatter's twisted idea of fun, and that meant any server, butler, maid...whatever. He ended up walking in the direction of the man who had been hit in the back of the head with the cane. He still looked a bit angry from being whacked across the head, which was understandable, but Cody wanted to talk to someone, regardless of whatever emotion they currently held. He doubted that anyone in the room was in a particularly good mood and if they were, he'd question their sanity.
"Tell me I'm not the only one here who thinks this entire idea is ridiculous," Cody spoke so that even the echoing walls of the room couldn't carry his voice any farther than to the man he stood beside. "I'm only just waiting to start looking for some way out."

Though the words he spoke were true, Cody began looking around the ballroom while biting into the slice of green apple he had taken. The ballroom didn't seem to have an exit, except to the bedrooms and the upstairs, and whatever was in the left wing. Cody decided he may just have to find out what the left wing held tonight. He was sure that his gracious host should not mind if one of the many people he kidnapped wanted to take a look around. Though not seeing the Mad Hatter in sight any longer, he wondered for a moment where he had gone. His eyes then rose to the ceiling, and he looked around the perimeter. There didn't seem to be any cameras, but for all he knew, the Mad Hatter had eyes in every room. The thought sent a shiver through his body. It really felt like he was in a horror movie.

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The Mad Hatter laughed wildly, then walked off to his left into the library. He left the door open, just in case one of his prisoners should want to talk to him. There was also the possibility of an uprising, but that could be controlled easily. After all, he wasn't the Mad Hatter for nothing. He had long forgotten his name, as growing up on the streets often does to you.

Sitting down in a chair, he lit a match and threw it into the fireplace. Grabbing a book, To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, he opened to the second page of the seventh chapter and began to read. Part of his attention was spent on the book and making sure that his feet and ottoman were not too close to the fire. He did not want to be burned. Most of his mind was spent listening for any loud noises in the ballroom. He had the powers within the mansion to listen to some conversations and keep an eye on the kids, but that was of no interest to him right now.

He tossed his cane into the fire, letting it sit there for now. His thoughts lingered on Evangeline, his new prized possession-next to his hats, cane, masks, and mansion of course.

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Zaria rose, looking around the room. Well, there were two girls talking and a few of the boys were talking too. She'd passed another who was hesitating in the hallway and the boy and girl who seemed to be siblings. She looked around, noticing another waiter coming towards her. She shook her head quickly, then rushed back up the stairs to where the siblings were. She glanced at the girl still in the hallway, who wore a light colored, long dress. She gestured for her to come joint he rest of them in this tortured mansion.

Looking at the siblings, she smiled as best she could with the feather mask on. it was actually quite annoying and was irritating her skin. "Hello, I'm... Zaria," she said, almost forgetting her name. She took a few steps back, feeling as if she were intruding on the two. She backed up some more, bumping into a pedestal with a vase of dying flowers. She turned around and quickly secured it, but the vase's inertia led it to fall.

"Ahhh! No!" she cried, trying to catch it before it fell. It landed with a loud clang on the marbled floor. Before she could pick it up and place it back as it was, the vase cracked and broke. The intricate patterns on it separating into a hundred jagged pieces. Zaria looked down at the broken vase, horrified. Before she could speak, a servant came and picked up the pieces, carrying them away quietly.

Blushing and giggling hysterically and waves to the twins and then to Aliena. "Opps..." she whispered between giggles.

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Oliver immediately retreated into himself after the Hatter left the scene. His mind was straining to snap all of this into perspective. How could something like this happen outside of fiction? As for food, Oliver was famished. Through this ordeal, he hadn't anything to eat since a microwavable meal a few hours before the Hatter appeared in his apartment. And if you included the time he was unconscious, Oliver could have been at least a day without a bite. So instantly, his analytical eyes found a waiter standing nowhere near any of the others. After waltzing over to him, he saw that there was a sort of fruit pastry on the silver platter. Splendid! Oliver took three in total. After all with all this weirdness, he didn't know when he'd be eating again.

As he munched away on the delicacy, he thought of the other 'guests.' Oliver had just gone out of his way to avoid the lot of them. But even he himself knew not why. After all, they seemed like decent people, judging by they way they dressed themselves and their slight non-verbal signals. All of the girls were quite... Well, beautiful. The guys, as they spoke with one another, seemed agreeable... Remarkable people. But why had he been compelled to stay away from them? Perhaps he was afraid. Oliver had never been a social butterfly. But he should at least try and make connections with someone. When this situation boiled down to the catastrophe that it only could end up as, Oliver was certainly not going to be alone in this.

The question was: who could he effectively acquaint himself him? Oliver knew he was too sheepish to even form any sort of personal sentence around any of the girls. So that canceled out the male twin as well, seeing as he stuck to his sister like glue. Who did that leave? The underdressed one and the one with the apple. So what did he know about them? The first, something like Obi... Oblio, seemed less sharp. The one with the apple seemed more cunning, clever, and resourceful. Oliver didn't know if that mattered but it was certainly a personality factor. Both could be beneficial allies. But even now, the apple man was making declarations of rebellion. Oliver sympathized. Perhaps he'd start with Mr. Apple and work toward Mr. Jacketless.

Oliver, without making eye contact with anyone, forged his way across the ballroom, to the man with the apple. After wiping the pastry crums on the thigh of his trousers, he extended an arm for a handshake and said, "Hello, my name's Oliver. I heard you think this place is crap as well." Oliver forced a fake smile. He'd seen his father do it many times.

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Aliena looked around, watching the whole ordeal play out in font of her. Searching for a bit of comfort, she reached up to her neck to touch he locket, but it was gone. Her eyes widened slightly, and her mouth hung open but no sound came out. That locket had been her mothers. Her only link to her. She held her head high, not to show any signs of fear

“Oops.” Someone said, and Aliena’s attention was drawn to a girl with pink hair. She nodded, giving a faint smile.

Her mind was reeling and after mustering up every ounce of her courage, Aliena walked through the room towards the library where she’d seen the Hatter go off to. When she entered, he was just sitting there.

Biting down on her lip, she looked at him, before speaking in a slightly quiet voice. “When you brought me here, I believe you took something from me.” There was a pause before she spoke up once more. “I’d like it back.” She asked, her eyes showing no fear. Nothing he could do to her would compare to the life of pain she’d led up to this moment. She assumed the reason she’d been brought here was because she’d killed her father. And love? Did it even exist? Inside, she didn’t really believe in it. Why should she? She’d never had any reason to.

She waited for any reply from the man sitting in front of her She just stood there, watching him. If he hadn’t taken her mother’s locket, she knew she’d feel very stupid for just having barged in.

(OOC: sorry its so short. Life is really hectic lately, but I wanted to get a post in.)

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Schuyler and Scarlett didn't pay too much attention to the rest of the room and only somewhat listened to what the Hatter had to say. After he finished speaking, Scarlett rolled her eyes as she noticed a girl coming towards them. She never did well with being around other girls and was always friends with the guys. Being here wasn't really changing that fact.

So as tbe girl spoke to Scarlett and her brother, she just looked away, not paying her any mind. "It's nice to meet you Zaria, I'm Schuyler and this is my sister Scarlett." He said, giving her his best friendly smile, but that soon fell as Scarlett walked away without a word. Schuyler sighed and shook his head. "I do apologize about her attitude, she just doesn't get along well wifh other girls." He said, apologizing for his sister's rude actions.

Scarlett grabbed a drink and some small cookie like things from two waiters and looked around her. She noticed a small group forming over off in one spot. It was made up of mostly guys so she figured that she'd be okay in that group. She made her way silently over to them and then stood there being awkwardly quiet. She wasn't too sure what to say and so finally after.a minute she spoke up. "Hey, I'm Scarlett." It was sweet, simple, and to the point...what more could they ask for?

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Cody finished off his apple slice as another man approached them. He introduced himself as Oliver and gave a smile, and he nodded to acknowledge him. "Cody. And yeah. I don't like the idea of this place. It's too much like a movie or a bad dream." His jaw clenched and his eyes followed to the door where the Mad Hatter had walked off to. Though he was sure no one could hear him, his voice grew quiet again as he said, "I want out."

Which was actually kind of amusing, now that he thought about it. Sure, the location was over-done and much too fancy for his taste: but look around. On any other day, he would have been thrilled to be around such beautiful women in such interesting attire. Turns out, the circumstances really does affect how he views things around him. He didn't have a whole lot of interest in introducing himself to anyone. For some reason though, one of the girls felt the need to introduce herself.

The woman was wearing a purple, black, and white dress. It looked very pretty on her, but Cody didn't really notice anything but the color of it. He'd watched her come from a group of two, one who seemed to be her brother and the other a woman with pink hair. She didn't seem interested in meeting the girl at all, and Cody wondered what had brought her over to the group of guys. Wouldn't most girls wait to be invited to join a male group like this? Cody didn't mind, though. Why would he?

"Cody," he said again. He would say "nice to meet you", but frankly, he'd much rather have met these people under different circumstances. Though he risked coming across as rude, he was in a bad mood and his curiosity got the better of him. He boldly asked, "Do you and the pink-haired girl not get along or something?" After he said it, he kind of hoped she wouldn't take offense to it. It wasn't his intent to be rude but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed that way.

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The Hatter sighed. He was always forgetting the capability of others. Setting his book down, he stood up and looking at Aliena. "You are correct my dear, I do have something of yours I believe." He reach a hand into his pocket, pulling out her locket. He held it in front of her, smirking almost. "Are you looking for this? It's quite a lovely locket." He handed it to her, then walked out of the library calmly.

He looked at Zaria and Schuyler, smiling a bit. He resumed his former position at the top of the stairs, looking down at the dysfunctional group. "Time for dinner children. The waiters will show you where to go." He descended the stairs an proceeded to walk through the kitchen to the dining room, sitting at no other than the head of the table.

As the Mad Hatter waited, he picked up a knife and decided to throw it at whatever unfortunate soul walked through the door first. Throwing things and hitting people were likely two of his favourite actions. As soon as somebody walked in, he would throw it just above their head and lodge the knife into the door frame.

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Zaria frowned as Scarlett walked off, but felt better after her brother explained why. So she was the tom boy type then? And what about her brother? "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? You don't seem horribly messed up, as some of the others here do." She was not sure who exactly she was referring to though. Perhaps the Hatter? He seemed quite insane and Scarlett seemed unfriendly, at least to those of the same gender.

It was then that the Hatter declared it to be dinner time, distracting her. "Yay! Food!" she cried, forgetting completely about both Scarlett and Schuyler and rushing down the stairs to go to dinner. She loved food, almost as much as she loved bright colors, music, and mostly everything else in the world. She followed the directions of the waiters, leading her through a kitchen that smelled of spaghetti sauce. Spaghetti? At a formal dinner? She shrugged, walking into the dining room.

A knife flew past her left ear, through the door, and lodged itself into a wall in the kitchen. She looked at the offender, the Hatter. "What was that for?!" she cried, sitting down as far away from him as she possibly could.

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Arcadia zoned out again while taking another sip from the fizzy beverage. This girl seemed pretty friendly, though something about her was off. Then again, most people in the room probably could not be categorized as normal. Using her free finger she wrapped a lock of brunette and blonde hair in spirals playfully. Her stunning dress bounced around her as she took a few steps.

“I am Evangeline,” she responded with a quick bow in respect to the formal situation they were in. She felt comfortable with the girl, females were always kind. “Do you like to paint?” She asked, recalling the Hatter had referred to her also. Evangeline appreciated artists, their work not unlike her own. Each stroke of their brush was like an individual note coming together. “I am not very good with physical art, but I do play the piano well.”

"Oh you play the piano? I wish I could play. So yes, I do paint often. I never remember having to learn though, I just was able to do it. That is how I got here... I think." Arcadia rocked back on her heels and looked around the room. Each wall was decorated with beautiful art. It was all so different and unique, just like Arcadia. "How long have you been playing for? I would love for you to teach me. If you wanted, I could show you how to paint?"

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Evangeline smiled at Arcadia offered to teach her to paint. Politely she declined as her hands were reserved for only one form of artwork. Ask her about clay! I want to play with the kiln.... Evangeline chuckled softly, curious as to why Joy was joking in a matter such as this one. Her alter personality was always persistent, but never comical. If we ask for a kiln, maybe I can accidentally stuff the Hatter inside.

Evangeline sighed. Ah yes, of course that was why Joy would want a kiln. "I've been playing all my life," Eva said in response to Arcadia. "By the age of seven I was asked to join many symphonies. I would enjoy teaching you one day," she said with a smile. Don't ignore me, Evangeline.....

Evangeline glanced up frightfully as dinner was called. "It seems we have no other choice than to follow..." she mumbled. Barely noticeable to an unsuspecting eye, her gaze grew cold. She shook her head softly, No.

Evangeline followed the pink haired girl to the dinning room, her body and mind stuck between two personalities. Joy itched to be released. Evangeline seemed to be gaining control until a knife pierced to door behind the pink haired girl's ear. Evangeline flinched fiercely, frightened by the violent act. Her eyes grew wide, trapped inside a memory. Her father would do such actions to Evangeline. Sometimes he would miss, sometimes he wouldn't. Eva would never know until the cold blade hit wall or flesh. My turn.

Evangeline's body stiffened, it almost appeared she grew slightly. Her eyes took a hollow glow as she wrenched the blade free from the wall. "You think this is fun?" she snickered, her voice taking a sardonic ring. "You think kidnapping is exciting? Does it stimulate something inside you?" she said, gazed fixed intensely at the Hatter. Joy, no... Don't bring me near him. Evangeline's body snickered, the dominant personality gaining complete control.

"Evangeline won't tolerate your behavior," she said bitterly. "You can't hurt her, when she isn't alone. And Evangeline is never alone." The girl loomed closer, ramming the blade into the table in front of him. "Burn in Hell, you sick bastard." With that she flicked her hair, turning to leave the dining room.

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What in Hell? Arcadia stopped and looked towards the pink haired girl as a knife flew past her and stabbed into the wall behind her ear. Evangeline's personality had already begun to shift, the girl could tell, but it was not her place to say anything, let alone attempt to calm her down.

"Evangeline won't tolerate your behavior," she said bitterly. "You can't hurt her, when she isn't alone. And Evangeline is never alone." The girl loomed closer, ramming the blade into the table in front of him. "Burn in Hell, you sick bastard."

Her heels hit the hard floor lightly as she cleared her throat to speak. In crowds, she was never normally one to speak up but this event was turning sour fast. "Mr. Mad Hatter Sir Mister?" Arcadia shook her head, not quite sure which title to call him by, "I do believe if you want pleasantries in return, you must first give them... This is your party though and I assume we should just do as we are told, but if knife throwing is involved I am terribly afraid I am going to have to omit myself from that game." Her soft voice chimed around the room lightly and danced through the tense air. The coolness of her voice had always been calming to people, her singing voice was even more relaxing, but now was not a time for singing. Instead she began to hum a familiar tune and put both hands behind her back in an attempt to melt back into her own little world.

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A smile crept slowly onto Hatter's face as he looked at Evangeline. Ahh, what a sweet girl she was. Well, not really, but he liked her either way. If only he could get rid of her other self... If that was possible of course. He might just have to deal with both of them for the time being. If his research, meaning practically stalking, was correct, Eva was only half of herself. Well, the whole was herself too. Just insane and aggressive. He looked at Arcadia as she spoke, her soft voice soothed him a bit and he relaxed. Evangeline would not kill him, as long as he was in charge.

"Throwing knives is just one of my conversation starters, love. It also determines who here is sane and determined and who is insane and weak. I wouldn't hurt any of you dear little demons." He glanced at Eva, then looked back at the pale, blonde girl. "I must say that you have passed, as you spoke but did not attempt murder... Yet. Zaria, you have failed. Yelling only brings tension and attention, my dear."

Finally, he looked at Eva, looming over him. "You, my dear, have not passed the insanity test, and somewhat passed the determination test. Go by your emotions and you might end up in a spot you don't want to be." The Hatter frowned at the knife in front of him, reaching out his right arm to dislodge it from the table. After a few tugs, he used both hands, shaking the table as he attempted to free the knife. He made a mental note that Eva would not be allowed in the kitchen under any circumstances.

"Get my bloody knife out of the table," he growled, feeling weak for the first time in years.

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Zaria sat quietly as Eva went on her rampage. It was odd, how she referred to herself in third person. Maybe it was just a tactic? She couldn't be sure. Ignoring the Hatter as he spoke to the blonde and the angry, odd one, she looked at the door, waiting for any of the guys to appear. She wasn't boy crazy, but she did love to talk to or about them. But since she had little to no friends here, that couldn't happen. She wasn't about to talk to Schuyler about which boy she thought looked cutest. that was just insane.

The pink haired girl looked down at her empty white plate as her stomach growled. How long had it been since she'd eaten anything before coming here? She hoped that the chef here was good, because she was ready to go outside and hunt for something. Despite warnings of monsters and beasts outside, her lack of hunting skills, and the fact that she was in a dress, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

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Evangeline snickered at the Hatter. "You want to see insanity? Don't worry. Evangeline will never displease and audience. And also, you're the one in charge, remember?" she sneered, looking between him and the knife. She was pleased he was unable to remove it. Evangeline had surprising strength for her frail body. That is, when Joy was wake. "You can fix it. Besides, Evangeline is very, very clumsy. She could drop it." A taunting smile spread across the girl's face. "That wouldn't be good then. No, it wouldn't." With a satisfied huff, she turned to fix her hair, watching the others out of the corner of her eye. The girl then realized she was making a scene. This would upset Evangeline upon awaking as she enjoyed staying in the shadows. Well, unless she was on stage. A beautiful, burning stage as in the dream Joy supplied the girl with.

Smoothing her gown, Evangeline took a seat besides the pink haired girl. To an observant eye, one would notice her head bobbing slightly, as if snapping awake from dozing. Her eyes became a deep, clear blue as she looked about the room and then to the table where she sat. She had no memory of moving from the ballroom to the dining room. We had fun.

Evangeline blinked, her eyes darting to the Hatter for a moment. Confusion was easily seen across her features as she spied the knife still held captive by the table. What did you--

Fun and games, fun and games, dear Evangeline. Besides, he started it.
Evangeline shifted uneasily, looking down into her lap. No one appeared to be hurt, except the table that is. She shivered lightly. Joy was more aggressive than usual. Evangeline didn't like it here. "I want to go home," she said softly, looking down to her hands as her fingers silently played a tune upon her lap.

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"Personally, I wouldn't mind if there was a knife in your foot, you two," Hatter mumbled as he left the knife in the table. He watched quietly, waiting for the others to join them for dinner. Well, if they weren't fast enough, then it was certainly not his fault. Ignoring the wining Eva, he clapped his hands as waiters flooded into the room, serving spaghetti to its guests. Meanwhile, the Mad Hatter was enjoying a lobster tail and some wine. He allowed the kids only to drink water, though it was served in wine glasses.

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Zaria smiled weakly at the crazy girl who had sat down next to her. "I want to go home too," she said quietly, hoping that the hatter would not hear her. "But for now we just need to play by his rules." She frowned, not liking the idea of that, but realizing that it needed to be done. "We can find an escape soon... Stupid mosquito!" she swatted at nothing in the air as the waiters and waitresses came in, ignoring her. They knew just as well as the Hatter that these kids were strange and unpredictable. They just didn't know the exact reason why.

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Evangeline Fallon

Please, just give me a piano and do not try to hurt me. She will come for you....

Character Portrait: Aliena Collins
Aliena Collins

The more you try, the more you care. And the more you care, the more you have to lose.

Character Portrait: Oblio Rainer Rilke
Oblio Rainer Rilke

"This whole thing is beyond stupid."

Character Portrait: Oliver Rook
Oliver Rook

In chess, a rook has a partner. For Oliver, the Rook stands alone.

Character Portrait: Zaria King
Zaria King

"I did not do whatever it is you think I did."

Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter
The Mad Hatter

"Time for tea? Why, of course not!"

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Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter
The Mad Hatter

"Time for tea? Why, of course not!"

Character Portrait: Zaria King
Zaria King

"I did not do whatever it is you think I did."

Character Portrait: Oblio Rainer Rilke
Oblio Rainer Rilke

"This whole thing is beyond stupid."

Character Portrait: Aliena Collins
Aliena Collins

The more you try, the more you care. And the more you care, the more you have to lose.

Character Portrait: Evangeline Fallon
Evangeline Fallon

Please, just give me a piano and do not try to hurt me. She will come for you....

Character Portrait: Oliver Rook
Oliver Rook

In chess, a rook has a partner. For Oliver, the Rook stands alone.

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Character Portrait: Oliver Rook
Oliver Rook

In chess, a rook has a partner. For Oliver, the Rook stands alone.

Character Portrait: Zaria King
Zaria King

"I did not do whatever it is you think I did."

Character Portrait: Oblio Rainer Rilke
Oblio Rainer Rilke

"This whole thing is beyond stupid."

Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter
The Mad Hatter

"Time for tea? Why, of course not!"

Character Portrait: Evangeline Fallon
Evangeline Fallon

Please, just give me a piano and do not try to hurt me. She will come for you....

Character Portrait: Aliena Collins
Aliena Collins

The more you try, the more you care. And the more you care, the more you have to lose.


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