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[color=#81BEF7]With the way things were going, and never seemed to breach from their fundamental functions, Alice wasn't sure how much longer she may even be able to manage the Rabbit Hole alone. Without Absolem, or rather the knowledge of the public knowing where they might find him, Alice felt the worth of the work was starting to outweigh the purpose. It seemed like whatever she did that there'd always be some hidden purpose beneath. A cause and an effect, that Alice herself ever felt hardly ready to address. If she did a good deed, someone took advantage. If she turned a blind eye to a bad deed, someone came pointing fingers at her, or was hurt because she tried to give the worst kinds of people the benefit of the doubt. Then of course there was the guilt of knowing that Alice couldn't even hold on to her relationships, with the few friends she had left. 

Bo's administration to Bedlam Penitentiary had done quite the number on poor little Alice. Not even a day ago she was seeing her best friend off to be confined under the supervision of some crummy doctors, that her gut instinct knew she couldn't trust. Be it some personal illwill she had for doctors, given her own history, or the fact that after having a rather long and strange talk with a certain head doctor, Alice felt unlike any of her problems had been solved. Knowing there was no obvious answers, no excursion that awaited her to seek some deeper meaning of the journey, just had a way of chewing away at her motivation to do just about anything. Speaking with the doctor hadn't done much other then strangely numb her senses, in a way Alice had never quite experienced before. It could have been the prescription he gave her, the effect of the rather dreamlike narcotic that her forgetting smaller gaps in between the things she had done the day before, but Alice knew something was certainly abnormal.

[i]Oh bother. When was anything wrong side up and right side down? She should be expecting this by now..[/i] Contemplating on why finding a sense of satisfaction with the terms of her high's, seemed unreachable, seemed to stir and storm about in the boil of her usual brooding. Everyone else had their fun. Drank their tonic and was off and bewitched by the potent effects of some bizarre tonic, but for her she always had to take five more then anyone else, to even just start to feel anything. This need for finding escape, this irresponsibility to reason was slowly chewing away at the young waitress who doubted she'd ever truly leave the rabbit-hole, even if she doubted that the tavern might not last forever. [i]There were other rabbit holes to transverse.. Looking glasses to reflect upon, surely what was left of them wasn't all here?[/i] The thought of if caused a light chill down her back as Alice recalled what suffering through traumatic grief had done to her once before. Even to this day she doubted she truly ever recovered. Underland had been destroyed before she could really find any resolve after all, and that meant that the only place she may ever find it, was now in Fablegrove.

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Wishful thinking was not the predominate way of the golden haired girl, who spent far too much time trying to drown her doubt by the flush of precarious liquids, or huff of rainbow smoke. Not any longer anyway. That much she knew for certain, especially when she found herself feeling obligated to feed her tricky addiction, to things that tore reality apart. That much was anything but unfamiliar to her, however, doing them on the job was something Alice had only ever done when she felt truly and utterly at the abysmal of her own hollow dismay.

A light closing of her bedroom door would force the door to speak with light creak with the shift old hinges that kept the door tethered to the wall. On this particular night Alice only moved with cautious advance, a strange serene quality seeming to manifest within her gentle steps. No anger, no bother, no displeasure took her from the seal of her room in some quick invigorating entry. No impractical nonsense of Tweedle's forced her to come stomping from the room with some intention of arguing the two twin's, that never seemed to learn anything from her fits of anger or notable distress. Instead, Alice only shifted from the silence of her room and into the quiet vacancy of the dimly lit upstairs hallway. Her fingers curled around a rather variegation of a small stick that sired a strange mesmeric smoke, that made her feel almost entirely enthralled by some zombish sense of somnolent restraint. And such a ataractic forbearance it was. 

Those gentle steps with almost dazish carefree venture had her move from the seclusion of her room and down the hall with simple dis-concern. Dressed for work and guided down towards the stairs that would take her to the main visitation area of the Rabbithole, had Alice taking her sweet gentle time in knowing she were more certainly early, then late. As a matter of fact, if asked just how early she thought she was, within the hypnagogic venture to her room and to the bar, she'd likely tell you time didn't exist at all and that the worry for it seemed silly, with the inevitability of it's unconquerable essence seemingly brought to a bittersweet rival, that only came within the elevation of whatever very pensive drug she were smoking at that particular time.

The world around her seemed still, unmoved every subtle sound only whispering away in some slewed audible presence, while the colours around her moved changed and swapped places with one another. Shades of red became blue, shades of blue became red, green regurgitated purple and sometimes there wasn't even any colours at all. Every fine detailed shade or hue of the interior of the upstairs of the Rabbit-hole, seemed to become an ever changing mystery, as Alice only found the near somnolence of her attention gently hung on some dreamy sense of drugged euphoria. 


With careful address she'd move down those steps, being mindful not to trip and knowing that if she did she may very well never hit the ground. Or that if she did, she'd never realize it. Each step became a light hop as Alice's desire to test her stability, seemed to intrigue her more with her desire to experience the surreal world around her, to it's every prominent effect and detail. By the time she hit the bottom stair Alice felt utterly inclined to take another long hit of the rainbow stick, oozing mystifying smoke around her. A long drag would ensue by the gentle grace of fingers to the end of the stick that made reality fiction, as the gentle purse of her lips would force her to take a deep heavy hit from the only friend she seemed to be able to hold on to, without anything truly terrible happening to it.

A soft exhaling of the smoke would gust around her in a cone shape and relinquish coloured smoke into the air, that seemed to only change an alter countless times, before disappearing into the dark silence around her. Alice felt a sense of exhilarated dreamy content near embody every inch of her mind as she watched the thick cloud of the rainbow smoke evaporate into bleak absence around her. However, as the smoke vanished, Alice found herself feeling anything but sustained, by the heinous effects of the narcotic controlling her entire conscience and quite possibly body, as well.

Straight ahead of her sat a figure, one of which did not speak. At first Alice couldn't help the sluggish revelation of realizing that someone else was within the emptiness of the Rabbit-Hole, force her to feel embarrassed. Quickly that concern became a dismiss at some much more curious venture forward, that had her stepping closer to the mysterious stranger, that she had not recognized right away, while under the influence of the drug. Letting the rainbow stick remain in place between her dark red painted lips, had her hands linking together at her back as if to display some much more elegant, or innocence about her indulgence into exploring the effects of the drug. [color=#81BEF7][i][b][color=white]“You're much too early.. Though I suppose, when time doesn't exist there's no sense of punctuality upholding any true principle.. Perhaps you should come back yesterday, I imagine things might be a little more full with yesterdays gathering of tomorrow..?”[/color][/b][/i][/color] Alice spoke the definition of nonsense as she tried to uphold some sense of decency, among the shadow who only seemed to bend and tilt, by the smudge of the vibrant coloured lights that turned him into a living water colour painting, instead.[/color]

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[b]This is a post in correlation to a group game I did some time ago on another site. Please note, this is a regular post, and my post length can fluctuate to anything slightly shorter or possibly longer then this post. I will be adding further writing examples shortly!

Oh yeah, she's totally on the cosmic highway in this post by the way. :x[/b]

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