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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 10:22 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:45 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 4:57 pm
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Rosalie entered her father's bed chamber, seating herself at his side. "Father, are you feeling any better?" She attempted to hide the smirk as she watched her father cling to his daughter's hand, face tear-stricken. "Don't worry father, I have everything under control." Reaching to the bedside table, she pulled a goblet and poured some water...with a hint of rose. "Here, drink. You'll feel better. Drink and rest." He shakily took the goblet and drank it down. Suddenly, feeling dizzy and tired, Rosalie lowered him into the pillow and pulled the blanket over him. Looking around, she grabbed a framed photo of her mother and placed it in her father's arms.
Walking to the door, she slammed it open and screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" The White Rabbit came rushing to her. "What's wrong? Your highness?" He asked. She rushed to her father's side. "I-I tried to wake him, but he didn't stir..." The White Rabbit placed his paw to the king's pulse and a look of terror spread across his face. "The King...is dead." Rosalie burst into tears, covering her face with her hands to hide her grin as the tears flowed. "He..must've killed himself. So, upset about my mother...that he didn't want to live anymore...Why, father, why?" She cried, falling dramatically on his body and sobbing. 'Perfect.' she thought. 'Everything is going according to plan.'
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:03 pm
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Tick-Tock giggled as they finally hit the ground, rolling a few feet ahead from the collision. Her hat, twirled on the cold floor before stopping. All around them, eyes watched them. Glowing button eyes just staring from the darkness. Candles embedded into the wall burst into life, the dim light illuminating the darkness. They were surrounded, dolls, stuffed animals falling apart, stood around them. Spears and a large variety of other weapons aimed at them. The walls, from what they could see was put together with lifeless, broken comrades. Glass eyes sticking out of the walls, appearing as though they were following your every move.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:38 pm
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The grin glowed brighter and a pair of glowing yellow eyes joined that grin, before a floating cat's head appeared above the dolls. Tick-Tock pointed to the floating head. "Well, Tick-Tock, don't all Cheshire's do that? Show off, Tick-Tock, that they can't be beheaded?"
The Cheshire narrowed his eyes at the dolls until they lowered their weapons. "The Underground offers sanctuary, not harm. As I'm sure you were running from harm, not to find harm in return." His fully appeared, from head to toe and took the form of a human. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue, the relation to Indya obvious. He was tall and lanky, dressed in black and swished his purple and pink tal around in his hand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:23 pm
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((hi, sorry this took so long, I have four other RPs. Insane, I know. biggrin if you ever need Nana to say something I give both of you [but ONLY you two] permission to godmod for me a bit. I think you know my character well enough for that.))
Nana hung back and followed behind, looking around at the abandoned toys. It was all so sad, how they had been loved so little and just thrown away to rip or rust...
But there was love here. It was so visible, the love among the toys and dolls. It had been magnified a hundred times when Indya found her brother... everyone knows the love of a Cheshire is unrivaled, incomparable. Nana absolutely beamed just watching.
"I'd like to thank you with all my heart for sheltering us. Pray tell, dear Cheshire," she said quietly, "what is your name?"
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