Alice in Dreamland

Rin frowned. "I had a dream where you went REALLY mad and started to torture the two. You kept on dunking the March Hare in acid as a punishment and Dormy had robot legs with his guts dangling out of his body." She scanned him up and down. "And you looked the same as you do now but with cogs sticking out of your back."

 

"What is this, a game of twenty questions? Cause if it is, I'd like to buy a vowel."

 

Len raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid that game escpes my memory. Where have you seen Cheshire cats before?" He asked again.

 

The Hatter glanced at Daevon, annoyed. "This is neither the time nor the place for hats!" he snapped, then turned back to Rin. "I know what you're thinking of, young lady, I've heard many accounts of it. It may have happened, but if it did, I have no recollection."

 

"Ummmm." Daevon's eyes became distant. In time, his legs decided he needed to take a seat as he searched through his shattered and mangled memory.

"I think it was on a detour off memory lane up towards imagination but segwayed into the sea of unconciousness where I drifted for what seconds stretched to fit millenia."

 

Rin nodded. "Yes."

Len instantly grinned darkly. "My, my Hatter. You lose your memory as quick as your words. That DID happen. Its happening still. Dormy and the March Hare are suffering because of you."

 

The Hatter gritted his teeth, glaring at the Cat. "You dare accuse me of that?! You impugnant, diabolical, pathetic excuse for a..." The Hatter made a move to hit the Cat, but decided against it and turned away sharply, taking a deep breath.

 

"Woah woah now people. Let's not get all violent. You'll ruin the collector's value if I see any scratches or scuffs. Now, lets all find a nice place to relax. How bout a tea party?

 

Wiggling through the branches, Kayla reached for the apple, straining. "I want. You. Back." she gritted her teeth, reaching a little more, then winced as something cracked. The branch fell out from under her, sending her plummeting who knows where.

 

After Daevon finished posing his question. something hit him, hard. Collapsing to the ground, the madmand was almost knocked unconcious by a huge weight that fell on him.

 

Played by:The Joker



Age: 32



Name:Cashtran Nam



Bio: Cashtran was always a little sick in the head. His father once took him aside at his job and asked if he was gay, and all of a sudden Cashtran was a litle odd around other people, too. He remembers fights, with his mother shouting he was normal. Eventually his father won and he was sent to a mental asylum where shock therapy was the only therapy. This fried whatever was left of his mind and made him worse. One day when his father’s and mother’s pension check came in the mail, he burned them. You see, by this time he was a pyromaniac as well. Children would chant his name as Trashcan Man since his father had forbid him from the house and when he sleeps he chants along with them. Cashtran is waiting for the big fire, the one that will devour all and set all right. He was eventually caught trying to set fire to a church and sent back to the asylum where after a short trip down painful memory lane, he fell asleep.




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Other: Is always carrying something to set somthing else on fire with. It is his hobby, and what he sees as his contrbution to the failing world.

 

Len grinned and stuck his thin tounge out at him. "I tell no lies unless to protect myself. You MUST know that by now!"

 

Rek simply stood there, watching the rest of the scene. He watched the conversation between Alice and the cat from earlier. "Hm.." He said quietly. "I wonder what we'll have to do here...."

(OOC: Sorry ^^; Haven't posted in a while so i'm tryin to jump back in.)

 

OOC: You're added. :3​

Alice took a deep breath and turned to the Mad Hatter, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking at the Cheshire Cat after.

"Now, now...That's enough, it's not helping anything." She nodded once, in response to their explanation of the world. She looked up at the sky again, then at the thick formation of clouds over the Queen's residence. "It seems like that's the cause." Her voice was soft, almost breaking before she giggled, a mad look in her eyes. "Fun."

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Eve lifted her head, a small blush on her cheeks when she noticed how many people were there now. She turned around and climbed into the fountain behind her, sitting there and hugging her knees again as she tried to understand the conversation.

"Everyone's so loud..." She breathed, closing her eyes.

 

Cashtran whistled an off-key version of "19th Nervous Breakdown" and began to wanderin' through where he was. So much... so much to set a-firah. All he needed was someone to follow, Laws, yes. Lawd? What had Lawd done for him? Nuttin'. Nothing had that pesky dude done for him, and Cashtran could care less how much his mommah thought about that old hee-haw. That was why Cashtran had set his house on fire. Pa hadn't been proud though, Laws no. Not one bit. He had been gosh-darn-tootin' mad at Cashtran, and even called him by his true name, Trashcan Man, which Cashtran thought he would only do when he was happy for Cashtran.

No, no, no. No. He had sent Trashy back to that horrible dumpy-dump, that place where they let the flies run free on his poor 'ole mind. So what if he had set some of their stuff on fire? Trashman was FAMILY and famileh was burnable forevah and evah, hallelujah praise the pesky dude, amen until world's end by fire. Cashtran needed a new family nowah. "Bump-dee-dump. Fump-lee-kump!" This he sang out loudly, and proudly. He needed someone to follow, someone to watch the flames with, to spread the ashes and finally become the ashes with him. Cashtran needed someone to follow. Must have someone. As he walked on, seeking someone, his hopes grew along with the fire within his brain.

 

Ooc: Er, recap please?

 

OOC: I would just jump in, I have no idea what's goi on either.

BIC: Groaning, Kayla sat up, rubbbing her head. "Great. Fall out of a tree. Just great." she sighed, looking up at the branches, then winced, trying to get up. Pain zinged up her leg, making her gasp. "Why the hell does this have to happen?" she wondered out loud, trying to stand on her own.

 

"Owowowowow!" Daevon chanted as his heart beat against his pummeled body. Honestly, who knew something so heavy could feel so soft yet still hurt. Pushing tenderly against the ground, the collector tried to get onto his back. This never happened back home unless he was doing a trade. He'd better get something out of it.

 

OOC: O.o....

BIC: Hesitatting, Eva, kicked the soft thing gently. Was it alive, was it dead? But if it was dead, then why was it making noise? Stumbling back, she poked it. "Hello?" Eva knew by experience if it was alive, it might be a threat.

 

Len meowed and turned back into a cat. "Very well." He scanned everyone, grinning ever still. "The truth is a lie and a lie is the truth. This land is just like that; tread with caution." He disappeared.