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@notsocuriousalice
“...was it something I said?”
//Real OOC talk now: breaks my fucking heart when a blog I’ve been threading with just deletes itself out of nowhere, poof, no warning. Especially if we’ve been talking in messages at all. And you know how it’s probably not about you but this little shrieking goblin in your brain is going ‘it was YOUUUUU, you drove them off TUMBLR with your SHITTY RP’?
No?
Just me?
Probably for the best, then.
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Same s**t, different day
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There were several responses he had anticipated, but blushing? Blushing was definitely not one of them. He glanced away, letting what he thought just happened process. Was she… attracted to him? That couldn’t be true. She very obviously hadn’t been alarmed by him. He couldn’t read emotions nearly as well as he could ‘ statuses ‘, unfortunately. Well, what could he do, other than wait? If she turned out to have feelings for him, he’d know soon enough. Besides, the thought was making him lose his composure.
JD Faced the front of the room, resting his head on his hand in a bored fashion. The thought of her potential feelings for him quickly vanished. He glanced up when she spoke again, raising both eyebrows. She caught his attention long enough for him to glance down to the map she appeared to be sketching out. His previous smirking returned. The name ‘ 8-11 ‘ was the only hint he needed as to the location; after all, he went there on a daily basis. Judging by her… labels, she worked at the book store just across from his oasis. Huh. He was surprised he hadn’t seen her around before. Thoughts of ‘ personal space ‘ forgotten, he reached across her desk to point at the box she had labeled incorrectly. He leaned closer to her, speaking in a low whisper.
“ That’s a 7-11, actually. You a slushie fan, fellow bibliophile? “
Feelings might be a strong word for Alice's reaction to the boy. It was more like she was a junkie, and she'd caught a whiff of her favorite drug on him, sparking her interest. She wouldn't deny that he was easy on the eyes, however. It was more a strange feeling of...kindred spirits, maybe?
Alice shivered at the low voice rumbling by her ear, furiously trying to suppress the redness she could feel coming again. "Oh, oops, thanks." Crossing out her work, she relabeled the box "7-11", underlining the '7'. Then his words actually registered, and she bit back a grin. He did like books! She might actually see him around! The unfamiliar word, 'slushie', stumped her for a second before she remembered the advertising she'd seen on the signs outside the store. "Oh, you mean those frozen things? Never tried one. Are they good?" She asked with interest. They looked good on the posters, all bright and summer-colored. But appearances could be deceiving, and it wasn't like she had much of a discretionary fund to blow on questionable beverages at the moment.
(For the fluster meme) Overheard muttering to herself: "Stupid Peter. Why did he have to be my type? Why is he so attractive? Why put a face like that with such a terrible personality? Such a shame..."
Fluster Meme: No Longer Accepting!
Peter spotted Alice nearby and immediately headed over to where she was standing. He made to call out to her, only to stop when he heard her muttering. He was surprised by her words, and it took him a good few moments before he could even so much as speak.
“…do you really mean that, Alice?”
“ACK!!” Alice jolted upright, almost falling over when she heard the object of her thoughts speaking to her...like he’d heard her. He had. He had heard her. She hid her face in her hands, groaning, “oh my gooooooood~”
She peeked up at Peter through her fingers, fully intending to lie her ass off and tell him she found him hideous, but...it wasn’t true. She couldn’t look at that face (only his face!) and think anything but ‘god, he’s pretty’. Dammit.
“Maybe,” she mumbled, honesty compelling her to add, “probablypossiblyyesokayYES.” Someone please kill her.
“No, I can’t imagine that. I’d never want to imagine that. Are YOU imagining that?”
Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural {Sentence Starters}
“Why would I be imagining that? I don’t want to imagine that any more than you do.” If anything he’s weirded out by it.
"I'm only saying, there are some thing the world is not ready for, and that is one of them!"
She wasn't sure who had sent her the picture, but it was in poor taste. Nightmare and Gray's heads pasted on the bodies of two men seductively sandwiching a partially unclothed woman, with her head pasted onto the body of the poor woman! There were things that could not be unseen.
PSA
//Alice's idea of love is not healthy, guys and gals and non-binary folks. If you ship with her, things will get obsessive. She's hella insecure, and basically needs to own or be owned by somebody to know she won't be abandoned. In that vein, possessive, yandere type behavior reassures her, rather than scaring her. It's one of many reasons I love her and love playing her, but yeah. She says she's normal. She ain't. Not even close.
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“So the anons are like afterimages?”
“Do you guys need a broom, or…?”
“I need it. Desperately.”
She extends him a long-handled push-broom.
“Just give it back before Julius gets home.”
“Do you guys need a broom, or...?”
You are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs. You are haunted like every other holy thing. What tried to destroy you didn’t have the strength. Still you stand. Sturdy and smelling of smoke.
Little Bird, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
I just wanna be kind and make people feel good about themselves but I’m jealous and filled with poison
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Alice was starting to think she was...stuck here. That this was her new reality, her new normal.
There was no exit from this dimension, this time and place, where days and nights followed a predictable pattern and no one carried guns in the streets. She'd checked. There were no talking doors, no disproportionately large holes on the school lawn. There was no glass vial in her pocket to drink to 'wake up'. Her dreams, when she had them, were free of influence or interference. She hadn't seen Nightmare. Boris hadn't popped through a wall or window to retrieve her, and he had said he could go anywhere.
Even Peter, her guide, the one obsessive thorn in her side who had promised to always be there, never leave her-- he was gone. They were all gone. They had lied, and she was alone, again, and she couldn't get back to the one place she had ever even remotely belonged. If it weren't for the black dress and the hourglass in its pocket, an hourglass that probably didn't even change time here, there would have been no evidence it was real.
If it weren't for the ribbon her sister had given her...her sister, who couldn't be dead, no matter what her memories told her the longer she stayed here, because if she was, Alice really couldn't go back. The Jokers wouldn't allow it, would lock her up for her sins if she even tried.
Her sins...wanting to be happy, wanting to be loved, wanting to forget...
Muse: I’m surrounded by sexual predators.
Mun: *best Chris Hansen voice, to the rest of the HnKnA cast* I’m going to need you to have a seat on this sofa...
Muse: No sofas!
Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!
💄 - How do you feel about makeup, would you/do you wear it?
♀ - How feminine are you?
♂ - How masculine are you?
💓 - What’s your sex?
💎 - What is your sexuality?
🎈 - What’s your gender?
🔑 - Do you kin with anyone/anything?
❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?
💕 - Have you ever thought of sex/gender change?
🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?
🍓 - Where is it okay for friends to touch?
🍒 - Where is it okay for lovers to touch?
🍄 - Where is it okay for strangers to touch?
🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?
🌈 - What makes you happy?
🌪 - Do you have depressing thoughts? If so, what are the scariest?
💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?
👒 - Don’t be shy, what’s your personal style?
🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?
🐦 - What do/would you post to your social media?
🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.
🍩 - How do you feel about yourself?
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
And every time I’ve held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it g o e s, and so it
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s And so will you
soon
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Same s**t, different day
He flashed a grin as she started looking him up and down- the type of grin he gave those who thought he was weak. How it was really interpreted depended on the person, however. To some it was a snarl. To others ( very few others ), it was just a smirk. The context played the biggest role of all, of course. Sitting in a classroom was different than being harassed. Either way, said grin widened when she finally spoke.
“ So you like tall, dark, intimidating strangers in big coats. Noted. “
He faced the front of the room moments after her, scanning it over for a moment. Jocks, nerds, et cetera. She was the only thing out of the ordinary, one of the alleged freaks that satin the back. Just like him. His grin relaxed into a smirk, although he didn’t face her when hespoke. She knew what she was doing, huh? Few teens were dragged through ten high schools, so this was… not what he was expecting. He had met outcasts such as himselfseveral times, he had simply taken care to avoid them. After all, he wasn’t ever going to stick around. Whether he wanted to or not.
Although he was talking with her, he wasn’t getting emotionally attached. That was key. His voice was quieter as well, seeing as his personal life wasn’t the business of anyone but himself. And her, in this case, but that was different.
“ Depends on your definition of from here. Did I originate here? No. Have I been going to this school for longer than you? Yes. For that much longer? No. That makes two of us. “
He was baring his teeth at her in that predator-shark grin she knew so well, and she bit down on her lower lip, hard, to stop the answering smile she knew wanted to form on her own face. And then it got bigger, and she bit down harder, because Christ he was pretty when he smiled, and wasn't that unexpected? Deranged, she was deranged, and--oh, good, wonderful. She pressed fingertips to her mouth, a small smear of glistening red coming away at her touch. Now she was bleeding.
She tongued the tiny cut, muttering, "you make it sound like a bad thing," at his description of her apparent taste in men. Two tiny spots of color flared to life on her cheeks.
Please. Like she'd be interested. Love wasn't meant for... someone like her. And anyway, who knew how long she'd be here, wherever this was? All she had to do was keep her head down and survive, until something changed. This kid just made her a little homesick, was all. And since when had she started thinking of Wonderland as home?
But he'd been here longer than her. He might have useful information to share...not that hanging out with her was some fantastic prize. Could he be bribed?
"Fellow bibliophile?" The question was casual, asked to the air.
She then flipped her notebook open and started sketching a crude map, mostly consisting of boxes. One box said
f̶i̶r̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶z̶a̶r̶d̶
w̶o̶r̶k̶p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶
book nook
A box next to it read 'room of one's own'.
A third box on the other side of the street read '8-11???' Clearly, she didn't quite know the name of the store she was labeling, but it was close enough.
She didn't turn it toward him, but didn't hide her work, either, wondering if natural nosiness would do the trick.
Same s**t, different day
When you went through school after school, you got a pretty good grip on where to or not to sit. Each ‘ category ‘ of student had their own special place to sit. People like him sat in the back, keeping to themselves- and unleashing hell when bothered. That was how he knewexactly where she fit in. JD looked her over for a minute, chuckling to himself. She stood outabout as much as he did.
Whether that as good or bad, he was about to see.
“ Yeah. The air already claimed it. Then again, you don’t seem to care. “ He motioned to the seat, then adjusted his coat collar. “ A trench fan, huh? You’re a first. Most people run away from the tall stranger in a large, black coat. “
"Please convey my sincere apologies to the air," Alice said, making no move to leave her new seat. Indeed, she seemed to be making herself comfortable, instead.
She heard the question and the challenge in his words, and though she disliked being so easily baited, she couldn't help but respond.
Alice studied him for a moment, looking him up and down as if to say 'oh, are you a tall intimidating stranger? Hadn't noticed'. Then she shrugged one shoulder and said simply, "I like what I like."
She knew her limits, and her instincts told her that two oddities interacting would be noticed by the rank and file if it kept up. So she turned her eyes toward the front of the classroom before adding, moving her lips only slightly, "you're not from around here, either, are you?"
