[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/BII8IgZnHngic/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone
So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaYBbzUXGzM][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Front Porch) --> Kitchen House
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Alexandra honestly found the whole tour thing a tad boring. I mean, in comparison to the prospect of exploring newfound powers that could make even shapeshifting seem like nothing, this was downright snore-worthy. She found herself feeling more jittery by the minute. She was in desperate need for a better stimulus than what just walking around and looking at stuff could provide. The adventurous and thrill seeking side of her was itching for a release. Perhaps though in the moment it was more than just boredom. Perhaps it was that the idleness of it all made it easier for her to feel the nerves that were coursing through her veins. The very nerves she instinctively tried to deal with by using sarcasm like it was a slapped on bandage. In the end, the wound was out of sight but certainly not out of mind.  

	She hardly realized that her mind had drifted off until The Hat's voice pervaded her haze. [color=8A2BE2]"Hmmm,"[/color] she murmured. [color=8A2BE2]"Oh?"[/color] [I]They were moving along now? Oh, thank God.[/i] She followed along with the group back outside, hastening her steps slightly to return to the forefront of the group. Her brows furrowed as Gilbert uttered some foreign concept. [color=8A2BE2]"Gerr-aje?"[/color] she tried to pronunce the strange word. Her brows relaxed once more and her eyes lit up with a look of understanding when he finally explained it was the modernday equivalent to a carriage house. [i]Interesting.[/i] She vaguely wondered though what a car was and why it needed a hole. 

	Her dark brown eyes gazed over at the old oak tree that she apparently came through, from her old life into this new strange one. How did one think a tree in its natural state was a good mode of transportation? The world may never know. Her mind quickly moved on to the next thing that caught her attention. [i]Weaponry practice?! Oh hell yes![/I] In her previous life she had been quite the fan of training. She glanced over at Bart as he spoke up and then back at Gilbert, her eyes widening. [color=8A2BE2]"Ooooh, vhat are ve going to fight? Golgravtiz? Yagababa? Oh please be a Yagababa. I love a good Smert' and mortar cracking to turn that witch into dust,"[/color] she exclaimed eagerly, a devilish grin coming to her features. Her questions hung in the air as they entered the Kitchen House for what would be round two of the Q&A.