[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/uBminE3ABJOXbYm4La/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]Mind over matter when you're mad as a hatter

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGEjbJkxFhs][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Mad as a Hatter" by Larkin Poe[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Alexandra stopped in the doorway to the Kitchen House and peered outside. From here, everything seemed so serene despite the stark lack of people. Perhaps though there was a niggling sensation in the back of her head that said that something just wasn't quite right here. Well, worse than the already messed up state of this new life. Nevertheless, the thought that bloodshed and death, or rather re-death, had already encroached upon this seemingly peaceful place was far from her mind. She peered around some more, wondering in vain where the hat man and everyone else had gone off to. She glanced over her shoulder at Bart as he spoke up louder. She pursed her lips seemingly in thought for a moment before eventually shrugging. [color=8A2BE2]"Nah,"[/color] she replied simply.

	She turned her gaze forward once more to gaze outside. She let out a sigh and leaned against the doorframe. It seemed that anytime she was left to her own devices she could feel the weight of this new reality pressing down on her more than ever before. She didn't like the unsettling feeling, not one bit, but such was life. Unfortunately, not everything was laughable or carefree, and she could only escape reality for so long. She stood there for awhile, losing herself in the moment before she eventually got a well needed reprieve. Well. Maybe that was a matter of opinion. 

	The sound of an inhuman, yet unmistakably pig like, grunt somewhere behind her broke through her haze. Her brows furrowed, and she slowly turned around to face the source. A startled gasp (okay, maybe it was actually a girlish scream) left her lips as her eyes landed on the mutating form of James. [color=8A2BE2]"VHAT THE HELL?!"[/color] she cried out. When James' rapidly changing form came running at her, well, she hit the deck. Literally. She jumped out of the way in the nick of time as the once man but now boar surged past her, and she landed onto the floor of the Kitchen House with style. Nope, actually not with style. It was a failed attempt at a tuck and roll.