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However, this disappointment was soon replaced with confusion as the wall behind his bed fractured into what looked like mirror shards. His first instinct was to hold perfectly still and not touch anything. But one of the larger shards began to float in front of his face. It didn't act like a typical mirror, it was more like a window. He didn't see his own reflection as he expected, but rather he saw Vitas on the other side of the door. But she didn't look like she usually did, it was like she had the weight of something awful hanging over her. There were a few scars that he hadn't seen before as well. She was no doctor, she was a sorceress and Jack was one of the few who was able to see this.
"Hello Miss Warmoon." Jack spoke into the floating shard. He was doing his best to ignore the shifting room around him. "It's a rare pleasure to see you here today. It's not often I get someone who sees things for what they are. Hmm, your mirror seems to show the true nature of things, I wonder what you see on your side." Jack mused without looking up, his bangs covering his eyes.
"I take it you're here to reprimand me for breaking the window here as well. There's no need to worry, the ward on the door frame worked and I wasn't able to reach out of window. Was that your handy work or was it Miss Verde's. She seems to be quite the magic user, but am I the only one who thinks she looks a little green around the gills? I wonder what your mirror would show if she were in front of it." He grinned a sly grin as he finally looked up and into the mirror and into Vitas' amber eyes, brushing his hair out of his own electric blue eyes. "So how about you come inside and do what ever it is you came here for. It's not like you think I'm dangerous or anything. The dehumidifier they think I don't know about prevents my powers from being effective in here. Let's get this over with."
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"We'll give you a moment to get used to your room. Don't be afraid to make any requests." Said the attendant, locking the door behind him as he left.
Belle's large eyes scanned the room, taking inventory. "Good evening, Miss!" Said a hoarse voice from below
Her eyes shot downward at the nightstand, who at the moment was standing next to the bed.
Belle was relieved to have someone to talk to, and she immediately picked up conversation with the inanimate objects in the room, introducing herself to each one. She was quite certain that her stay here wouldn't be as bad as she had thought.
Soon, the door unlatched and the attendant walked in again, carrying a clipboard. "I'm told you shouldn't be needing these anymore, it was just standard protocol." He said, removing her mittens and freeing her sweaty hands. He pointed to a speaker above the door. "That intercom sometimes will sound an alarm. If you hear it, do your best not to panic. Just stay in your room, wait for instruction, and shut up. Otherwise it will only be used for announcements and such." He then gestured to the bookshelf. "It says on your evaluation sheet that you're a fan of books, so we have some basics provided here. If you have any requests for a particular novel, just talk to one of the staff and they'll do their best to fit your needs." Said the attendant in a painfully sarcastic, almost mocking manner. The man proceeded to inform her of what a typical schedule for the day would look like, but she wasn't paying attention anymore. Her focus was drawn to faint talking in the room next to hers. She wondered what making friends would be like. People on television did it all the time. Maybe now she'd get to try it too.
"We're going to send a doctor in to see you in a few minutes. They'll take it from there." Said the attendant, standing up and leaving the room, leaving her alone once more.
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It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.
Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.
Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.
Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.
In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.
It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.
Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.
Once it was free, only once it was free
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Normally in any relapse, she would telephone Dr Carroll and go over breathing exercises. Keep in control, stay in control. The presence though knew this, it sang songs she remembered with pure fear. The place where everything back to front or upside down, the place where rules and facts were unheard of. So many doubted Wonderland existed, but she it did. She knew she remembered the talking flowers, the surreal aberrations of people.
The presence knew, and it was as she stood watching out of the window, she heard voices, spinning around, her eyes darted back and forth, breathing harder she heard a conversation. That was Vitas and Jack... They were talking, they discussed. It was a trick. No way would people betray her. They knew better. Everyone knew better. The presence knew her, and could easily mislead. But what if it was true? What if the voice sharing those voices was being honest? Vitas, she was unclear. Hard to read, in fact, Henry has always had misgivings about her.
Truthfully they all had.
Maybe they were correct...
Maybe the presence was helping her? But what was the presence... Should she be scared or far more cautious? Alice needed to think. That conversation alarmed her.
Evidently, she needed to call a staff meeting, but first, she needed to see Henry and James, no one else. No one else could be trusted.
Approaching her desk she pushed the buzzer, "Brenda, send for Dr Jekyll and Dr Hook, please. It is urgent." falling into her seat she tried to analyse and understand her thoughts. What to tell them? Mention the Presence, the anger she felt suggested she should not. But Alice had never been one to ignore a challenge, she simply yelled, "I AM WARDEN, ALICE LIDDLE. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL HERE VOICE!" it seemed to go silent leaving her mind alone with her own thoughts.
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As he began to proceed out towards the cells, particularly the one holding The Genie, he feels a buzz from the phone in his pocket, causing him to freeze. "This better be good," he mutters, narrowing his eyes. With a grunt of mild irritation, he pulls the phone out with one hand, and from his chest pocket snapping out some reading glasses with the other, all in order to see that tiny infernal text. He looks at it, his face softening some to see it was from Brenda, by urgent request by the warden no less. "Fair enough."
He detours from his original plan, still walking but with a more swift pace down the hallways, heading straight towards Ms. Liddle's office. Once there, he stops, and as if by some gentleman's code, knocks softly upon the door so as to try to not startle her. "Miss Liddle, it is James. You requested my presence?"
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