#obscurity.starter

Maera’s least favourite part of the museum was having to interact with the visitors, .which was why she had never wanted to direct the museum. She much preferred curating and being mostly left to her own devices. Still, she couldn't escape all interaction with people as much as she wished she could.

Barely able to remember how the throwing of punches had began, Hunter held his breath with his eyes locked on to his opponent. Blood was already trickling from his eyebrow and his ears rung from the blows he’d already taken but he’d never felt more alive. “Is that all you got?” His balled fists were ready in front of him and he gestured with his fingers for them to come closer if they dared; he still had some fight left in him. It was all he really had left at all.

If one asked what or who was Alice’s greatest enemy, the Queen of Hearts would never get to the first place. Instead, as she let out a long sigh, kicking small stones as she walked, the Fable realized that boredom was as ruthless as one expected. Her mind began wandering, going directions that were too fast to follow. Too many thoughts, too little time. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and just as she saw someone ---- it didn’t matter who, all she wanted was something to do ----, everything in her mind came to a halt. Taking a couple of longer steps as she reached the person, she half-circled them before she finally spoke. “If you’re busy, you should’ve look the part,” Alice began, pressing her lips together before she continued speaking, “because now I have a question for you.” 

With his hood secured on his head and his hands buried deep in his pockets, Hunter tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as he stood outside the store front he knew to be Beast’s florist. He had passed by and only stopped for a moment but still felt the impulse to try and hide his identity since he didn’t need any unwanted attention right now. He didn’t even know why he was looking at them, but something about the arrangements had caught his attention. It was unlike him to acknowledge when he had hurt someone else’s feelings since he barely had any himself, but it was clear to him that Scarlet was in need of some kind of apology after he had sent her away and he had absolutely no idea how to go about it, or if he should even bother. 

Working at Trip Trap often just meant drinking at Trip Trap, only on the other side of the bar. The bar didn’t tend to get new visitors and Holly knew Hunter well enough by now not to even bother telling him not to do it. From the corner of his eye he saw someone approach the bar, and without even so much as a glance in their direction he addressed them blankly. “What?” It almost sounded like they shouldn’t be there nor should they be disturbing him, but it was about as friendly as he was going to get as a bartender. People didn’t come to Trip Trap for service, they usually came if they were down on their luck but even then Hunter never offered an ear or any sympathy.