Midnight Howl

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

Hatter~
By all this is the most blundering of an male ‘Alice’ I’ve ever experienced since the first one first appeared. Crossing his hands over his chest he moved one hand to place his chin on while he evaluated the situation. This boy seemed to be even more bonkers than Angel himself….and that was saying something indeed.

“Well, I simply must shampoo the dirt otherwise it will be dirty and I can’t have my dirt dirty don’t you see? That would be absolutely absurd! Unheard of! Although, I never expected one to come along and have a taste of it either. You are a curious fellow…Mr. Whoever You Are.” On the last note he freed the hand from his chin, waving it in a circular motion in the air.

The Hatter had never been hammered with quiet so many questions at once and he tried to answer them as fast as they originally came out. “You fell from the sky. I don’t know how you leave per say. Here is Wonderland, I’ve told you didn’t I…Did I? Perhaps I did when I didn’t.”

“As to this being a dream I suppose it is a dream to be in Wonderland. Wonderland is quite like a dream…however, this is real and you are really here. As to if you are really dreaming. I’d say you are only dreaming if you think this isn’t real…”

Marcus had no way of knowing what the boy was comparing his height too. He had never seen the young man in his life. Still, he took the compliment and offered to lead the young man inside, showing him where he would stay the next long while.

How many more may be coming? This was the most he’s seen in a long while.

@JJFABBY

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

@Fae@duskshine749@Verisimilitude@Shadow007@Queen of Arda@KeksalotJust put here who you want to be your roommate. I forgot in just focusing on putting up a reply. It can be opposite sexes as long as it is okay with both character's. There are ten patients so each can get a roommate. If anyone wants Luna I will edit her starter.
@Ursane will be putting up his bio later and he has a male character.

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

☽ Lunafreya ☾

The sun streamed through the small bars of her window as the light in the room ended up waking her a little before breakfast wake up call. This gave her enough time to wash off her face in the rusty sink in the room, her reflection staring back at her in between the cracks of the mirror. Terror still shown over her features, her heart beating inside her chest like a frightened bird trying to escape its cage. All she could remember were the shadows. She never knew what they wanted.

Placing her hands on either side of her face she shook her head as if to shake away any of the memories of her nightmare. She was surprised she hadn't woken her roommate with all of her tossing and turning. She didn't know if she called out in her sleep, trying to escape what felt like reality. But, those types of oddities weren’t real and could never happen. Then again, Luna was considered off her rocker so thinking of such nonsense was one of the many reasons she belonged here. The only thing that summed it up was that old Wonderland saying We’re all mad here. Nevertheless, she was used to it by now.

The sound of the Warden’s voice came over the intercom telling the patients they would now unlock the cell doors. By now anyone who wasn't already awake was up, her roomie included. The doors were unlocked every morning at 7 am and then each patient had to be back to the room by the 11pm curfew. If anyone was caught outside after the metal doors shut they would be punished by the Saria herself. The last person this happened to ended up with a scar.

No one ever tempted the Warden….at least in their right mind.

With the sound of the metal door moving Luna rushed out the door. “Finally, I feel like I’m starving. Hopefully, they ordered fresh milk today…that other stuff was getting pretty rank.” Then again Luna was usually hungry. Despite her small frame she never had a problem eating her fair share. It was both a blessing and a curse that metabolism of hers.

Passing some of the rooms she recognized quite a few of her fellow patients. Many of them she grew up around even if she did not talk to all of them. One had to be careful in a place like this for the friends they chose. You could never tell who may have it out for you….besides Saria that is. She seemed to have it out for everyone. Lunafreya avoided her at all costs.

Continuing on her way she noticed glazed blue eyes staring at her from in a room….well staring as much as any blind boy could stare. He was new here and that glassy stare made Luna want to avoid him too…

Making her way into the cafeteria she found the milk was still expired. Grabbing some apple juice instead, she placed some yogurt in a bowl with fruit on top. She drizzled on honey and made her way to the table. She sighed to herself while stirring the concoction with her spoon, ”Well mom. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to see anything other than monotony again.” With this she took a bite.

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Katrina~
On the way to the cabin Kat couldn’t help herself but to be concerned for the scratches on the girl’s arms. The skin was so similar to that of ivory or even a smooth marble the red inflammation stuck out like angry cracks in a dry earth. Protection from her garden always caused her to feel safe as well as loved, but now all she could seem to muster was regret for harming an innocent person who seemed to possess a kindred heart so similar to her own.

Placing her hand on the oak door, covered in vibrant green soft moss, she gave a gentle push gesturing for her new guest to go in first. “Alison? That is a beautiful name! With your blonde hair and that name you remind me of someone I knew a very long time ago.”. Inside the home there were several places to rest one’s burdens including a loveseat, a thick and plush lounging chair, as well as several wooden ones of various colors in the kitchen.

Heading to the kitchen to make the tea Kat began talking over her shoulder, “Sit wherever you like. If you’re hungry there is finger sandwiches and sweets on the counter. You can welcome yourself to anything that isn’t in the basket…those are for my friend Chess.” . She began to hum to herself as she methodically started preparing the water which became lukewarm during her absence with all the ruckus.

Glancing back at the girl her eyes fell on the red marks once more. She believed she had some of the bandersnatch’s saliva in a jar mixed together with aloes, mint, and beeswax to make it into a pleasant smelling balm.

“If you head down the hallway past the living room and open the first cabinet on your left you will see a bright yellow jar with butterflies and dragonflies on it. Inside is a balm that will help clear up those scratches and prevent an infection.”

Checking the temperature of the water she noted the tea would be ready by the time the girl returned. Picking up the tea tray she placed on the table earlier, she removed the glasses on it leaving a small mint one with gold trim in the style that reminds one of a flowing dress upside down; next to it she placed a light blue cup with little white daisies dancing about it. Pouring the water she decided on honey vanilla chamomile, to sooth the nerves.

She placed down a glass container with brown sugar and one with white. Beside those she placed a bottle filled with cool fresh cream. Rearranging the items she finally was satisfied with her work and brought the tray into the living room, setting it in the center of the coffee table. She grabbed the glass with the daisies, taking a seat, preparing herself to answer Alison’s questions.

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

Hatter~

If there was anything in particular Marcus did not expect while making his way through the town it would have been to hear screaming about death and seeing a boy falling from the sky. Spinning around in a 180 to get a better view he could only chuckle to himself “Cloudy with a chance of teenage hormones. I do believe I’ve heard of this ‘Raining Men’ before.”. Although, Hatter himself had no way of knowing if men really did rain from the skies of their world. Truthfully, he could not imagine it being practical...making nothing but a mess if they didn't land well.

Lifting his hat off his head he grabbed the teacup resting there and gave it a long sip, wondering if the boy was going to splat against the ground or if he too had something up his sleeve.

He definitely won’t be able to fly like that. The form is ALL wrong. The butterflies and the rocking horseflies had a better stance than the flailing figure in the sky. Under the assumption the boy actually would survive it would be the Hatter’s duty to introduce himself.

Hatter predicted the projectile would land somewhere in the courtyard, then taking another sip he started on his way. When he was all but sure of the male ‘Alices’ death the boy pulled out an umbrella and floated softly down. Whereas most people would have been confused or wondered why he didn't try to use the object sooner Marcus could only see the irony, laughing to himself, He stopped himself from raining with an umbrella! This boy is mad.

Walking up just in time to see the stranger lick the dirt he couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “This isn’t Katrina’s garden. The ground hear isn’t edible and honestly probably isn’t even that clean….I mean I do shampoo it once a month but it has been some time.” He was lost in thought for a moment and then remembered his manners.

Placing the empty cup back into his hat he placed the fabric back on his head a smile widening across his face, “But you have nothing to fear. See we are all mad here.” Bowing slightly he added, “The name’s Marcus D. Hatter, just call me Hatter.”

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

I'm headed to bed and will reply in the morning. Goodnight my lovelies

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

@Fae@duskshine749@Shadow007@Queen of Arda@Keksalot@Verisimilitude I am sorry I haven't written the starter yet. I had a family emergency involving my dad in the hospital. It's been a rough couple days but I WILL have the starter up tomorrow. I am so sorry that you have all had to wait and I hope you still have interest in this rp. I really am sorry.

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

Tbh I stole my starters from my advanced topic so trust me the rest of my replies will likely be shorter.

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

Hatter~
Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. Oh how the Hatter hated such tedious affairs. Sheets covered his desk, overflowing from around it in piles like a sea of white. To onlookers the area probably appeared to look as though a natural disaster recently struck, no order to be found in the mass. For Marcus D. Hatter, on the other hand, every slip was in its place, and every place had its slip. If one of the White Kings men came in in this moment the Hatter could produce whatever they desired in moments.

Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Hatter groaned while leaning back in his seat simultaneously. Tossing the papers in the air with his free hand he couldn’t keep from complaining, “Had anyone of mentioned I would be drowning in papers for the rest of mile life just to own a town I would have simply called them mad! I should have stuck with hats but NO I decided to work myself to death…”

Rising from the massive chair he placed on his pea coat, grabbing hat from a peg and placing it on his head. “I must get away from this room, it’s stifling.” Gliding down the hall he muttered to himself, “If only I had been born a disappearing cat I wouldn’t have so little to do and so much time to do it in…” catching himself in the phrase he laughed, pondering, “No that’s not right. Flip it, reverse it. That’s what I am.” At last, he made it to the main hall, yelling to Doria dormouse he was going on a stroll to patrol the town. Today was going to be curious; he could tell.

He waited for the massive mansion doors to open and made his way across the vast courtyard, his shoes clicking against the cobblestone as he stepped onto the street. He already decided to check each of the shops to make sure all was in order. More than likely a few store owners would talk to him and then his executive duties would be done for the day. He had nothing to check in with the King about and the Queen herself had not sent any scouts as of late, or rather the Hatter knew about that is. There was no need. The Hatter protected his 'Alices' well.

Momentarily, he was thrown into a deep pit of despair, not something all that uncommon with the ever varying Hatter. The original Alice. He could remember the first day she appeared here as if it just happened. She was one of the bravest girls he ever came into contact with, slaying the Jabberwock as if it were nothing but a balloon to pop. How many times had the two walked down this very road together laughing with one another over peculiarities. In the end, he was not enough for her and she returned to the real world, something he could never wrap his head around. Perhaps it was one of the many things to cause him to be such a mad fellow.

As the memory passed, Hatter's mood once again changed to that of indifference then joy; similar to a pendulum he could never remain in one emotion for long. With this change of pace his mind wandered to what he would do with the little free time he had, deciding to himself where he would go once he stopped patrolling. I do believe today is her unbirthday….as is it MY unbirthday. This calls for a celebration. His mind span in circles at all the possibilities, but first he must tend to his duties. Today would be curiouser and curiouser indeed.

֍֍Welcome to Wonderland֎֎ (Starting! Open: Male and Female 'Alices' Welcome!!)

Katrina~
The garden was behaving unusually lively today, many of the plants appearing to be agitated for reasons Katrina herself could not entirely understand. From her understanding there was not to be a storm coming in today and the Queen’s troops were not scheduled to be coming through for the next few days. She did her best to speak to each of the plants in the hopes of calming them down, but even they did not know what was coming. Worry washed over her for the moment, a natural reflex to the fear of anything that could happen to those closest to her. She stared at the town for a moment, eyes wandering the Wonderland until resting on the woods. She sighed knowing there could be nothing to prevent the unexpected, one can only go with it.

Focusing on her work once more, she placed on a pot to boil for tea before going onwards to water the plants. She was always meticulous in her gardening her duties, her pride shown in the beauty of it. It was a nice day out, the weather warm, but not too hot. The trees were dancing, and horseflies ninnied, chasing one another round and round. There was so much life here, one of the reason Kat first fell in love with the location.

After watering she grabbed a basket, starting to fill it with sweets for Chess to take back to his home with him. Taking glass bottles she filled them with the liquid from the waterfall; she never knew what he tasted when drinking the liquid, it could be different each time. Placing lids on the bottles she placed them in a line on the bottom of the basket. From there she collected candied roses, snazzleberries, peaches, plums, and variety of other fruit from her trees. She rearranged them again and again until she was pleased with the overall aesthetic appeal.

While lost in thought Katrina suddenly remembered her teapot, which was now screaming at her from the stove. Running in, (in a rather spazzy gape one might add) she placed her basket on the table, turning off the fire wiping her forehead in relief, “Kat, you have got to quit being so scatterbrained or you are going to end up burning your home down.” Sighing, she began to hum as she placed the teabags in pouring the liquid into several cups. She always liked to have the tea prepared in case she had visitors, the Hatter in particular hating to wait very long for his tea.

Continuing her humming, she proceeded to place the cups on a tray with sugar and cream. Adding finger sandwiches, she placed the assortment on the counter and grabbing a cup herself took a sip moving towards the kitchen window looking out towards the majesty of the Red Castle wondering once more what could be coming in Wonderland’s future.