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SO, UH– THERE’S A COUPLE OF THINGS I WANTED TO GET OFF OF MY CHEST. Mostly this revolves around my absence the last few weeks across all of my accounts, but there is some personal things in here that tie into that. This isn’t necessary to read; if you do, great! If not, now that I’m sorry for the absence I’ve had, but note that it may last just a little longer on the whole (though, I will still be doing Toujou birthday things tomorrow!). Thank you all for your patience throughout this! 

          ▒ Ω ▒ “TSK- THAT DIDN’T GO AS I PLANNED. I had hope he might suffer more, but my overzealous slashing clearly wasn’t mapped out.” The woman seems more concerned with the state of her boredom and her disappointment in the kill than the blood upon her person. A consequence of her broken psyche, one might suppose. Alice had been, for many years, a strong girl who had fought tooth and nail for many years to climb out of the pit of darkness that life had cast her in. Every blow that she had suffered that pushed her back down was met with resilience- the need, the DESIRE to get better. To heal. To move on. To lose one’s sister is sad; one’s family, tragic. Such a tragedy only continues when one loses their home, their childhood, their sanity. 

                      AND to fight, and fight, and FIGHT...only to end up in the hands of the person who had caused you such a loss in the first place was the definition of misfortune. Of course, she hadn’t known that at the time. Memories had been repressed, years of treatment had clouded the night of the fire. Alice had hoped, and pleaded with whatever PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A GOD this world had that she could be helped. That Dr. Angus Bumby was a good man, with good intentions. 

                                     HE WASN’T. 

                       INSTEAD, he corrupted her mind. Slowly he took control, seeping his influence into the deepest corners of her mind. She ended up being one of the many patients he pimped out to the highest bidder- worse still, she became his personal favorite. And yet, deep in her unconscious, the memories still fought to come to the surface ( even when she didn’t try, Alice was nothing but a fighter ). One morning, it all came flooding back; her sister’s complaints of harassment from one of her father’s students. The young man in her home the night of the fire. The realization of who he was in her life, the first time her brainwashed haze had been lifted since coming into his care. 

                       SHE killed him that morning, in his office; eloped before anyone could report the crime- though, not without paying a very murderous visit to some of her previous clientele. Such scum should not be allowed to live and torment others. It was while fleeing that she ran into, and eventually acquainted, Katsumi. The similarities between the two of them were remarkable- it was the first time in Alice’s life that she had ever felt UNDERSTOOD. The two had become a rather notorious pair- and still on the run from law enforcement, as it currently stood. 

                       IN their quaint little hideout, Alice removed her mask and set it upon it’s stand. The grinning face of a feline stared back up at her in a way that might be unsettling to most. For Alice, it was simply normal. Unceremoniously, she strips her dress and stockings off, leaving her in simply her undergarments. While she had never minded blood, it doesn’t mean she wants to sit around in soaked clothing. Soaking the clothes only saits her boredom for the next few minutes, as she enjoys watching the water turn red ( she’s got the interests of child sometimes, she swears ). It is with a huff that she comes back in fresh clothing, and plops herself upon the floor. 

Madeline’s night was A M A Z I N G. She found a nice outfit, carefully applied her makeup, grabbed her purse, and she was out the door as soon as her parents fell asleep. She got into her car, drove off to the party, and when she got there, she was treated like R O Y A L T Y.

Everyone there adored her. People were getting her drinks, letting her smoke with them, and everyone wanted a picture with her. She met a nice boy that night, too (JACOB his name was), and they danced their cares away.

At the end of the party, which was around 2:38, Maddie got right back in her car, and drove herself home. She clumsily stumbled through the front door, even though she tried her best to be quiet. When she turned back around, Madeline dropped everything that was in her hands.

“ Mother! What are you doing up so late? ”

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ALICE WAS NOT A KNOWN FOR HER GOOD SLEEPING HABITS. Even though she had gone to bed at a reasonable time, she had found herself waking up at nearly two in the morning. Feeling the desire to check and see that all was well ( sure enough, her husband laid beside her, right as rain ), she had gone into Madeline’s room and was almost p a n i c k e d to see that the bed was empty. As her mind often did, she feared the worst first- until she noticed, upon inspection of the house and front lawn, that Maddie’s car was missing as well. 

She remembered Elizabeth sneaking out when she was young- going out, even though she was grounded. Teenagers will be teenagers- but that does not make it okay. It does not quell the worry that still gnaws at her. Maddie’s recent change in behavior after...the incident does nothing but further sink the rock in her stomach.

And so, she waits up for her daughter- she will not be able to sleep until her flesh and blood is back home. There is relief when the young brunette walks through the door, and Alice stares at her with a calm, tired look. 

“I had gone to check on you when I could not sleep,” she says. Her voice is oddly even in tone. “Imagine my surprise and fear to see that you were not in your bed. Or the house. I should guess not even the neighborhood, given that your car was gone.” 

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Madeline frowned at her mother’s response. She never liked it when her mother cried (who would?), but she very much liked talking it out and making sure that Alice was okay.

“ Mama, you and I both know that when you cry, I worry, ” Madeline said, sitting by Alice and wrapping her arms around her. She gave her mother a small squeeze before asking “ Now, what’s wrong? ”

Ω - AS MADELINE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND HER, ALICE BRINGS AN ARM TO EMBRACE HER. She is well aware that she has worried her daughter, but in all honesty she feels her crying is...something to be ignored at this point. It does not happen often, and when it does it is typically for the same reasons. “It is nothing to worry about,” she repeats softly, resting her head upon Madeline’s hair. There is a sigh- she knows such an answer will not suffice for someone who directly inherited the Liddell since of curiosity. 

Ω-“IT IS STILL MIND BOGGLING TO ME HOW QUICKLY YOUR SISTER WORKS.” Having been a maid herself when working at Houndsditch ( when working at a breeding ground, when working for that OOZING SORE OF DEPRAVITY-- ), Alice is not unaccustomed to the duties one has when they are in such a position of employment. Yet, somehow the older of the Toujou twins moves through her cleaning with such grace and elegance, leaves a perfect job done each time. She is as quick as she is efficient. 

     It simply does not make sense to Alice- but, then again, she wouldn’t say she’s “in her element” while cleaning; Kirumi, on the other hand, is. Thought completed, bright green hues turn their attention to Katsumi, before a hint of a smile ghosts over pale lips. 

   “Thank you for accompanying me. I can’t say I much enjoy shopping, but at the very least it may be bearable if I have someone I count as a friend to go with me.” In truth, Alice loathes the idea of shopping for clothing; she hasn’t done such in many years. Her memories of her 8-year-old self having to try on outfit after outfit with her mother, ( worse spend hours waiting as Lizzie tried on countless dresses ) are likely why she has attributed boredom to what ought to be a simple action of necessity. Nonetheless, the raggedy, second-hand clothing she had been given by Nurse Witless after leaving Rutledge have run their course; many of the garments are coming apart at the seams, quite literally. 

    Even though she is well aware she cannot buy much with her finances, she knows she must either learn to sew ( and thus have the money for fabric, a sewing machine, patterns, needles, thread-), or she must buy what she can when she can. 

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     IN TRUTH, SHE HADN’T EXPECTED HER DAUGHTER TO WALK IN ON HER. Alice hardly ever cried in front of Maddie, as she hated to be anything less than strong for her own flesh and blood. She sniffles and stands straighter, wiping the moisture from her cheeks. She won’t lie to her; there’s no need. It is visible, after all, that Alice is upset. 

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