[Arkham!Jervis, perhaps?] A blonde woman pushed back her hair from her face. She'd been told to get information from a certain Mad Hatter, and this seemed the easiest way. She was a natural blonde, so all it took was some blue contacts, a bit of makeup, a blue dress and her best facade of delusional innocence, et voila. Kim was Alice. She took tentative steps, approaching with apprehension. Her hands pushed the door open and she stepped inside, clearing her throat, "Hatter?" [puddlesy]
He’d watched her arrive from the roof.
Jervis often watched people from the roof of the shop, sulking near the large water tank, muttering or giggling. No one ever looked up, these literal people, these terrible, dull, boring people whose minds went in but the one direction, same as their time.
She had stood out from the awful grey crowd, to him; but then again, blondes always did. His first thoughts were hopeful; it might have been Alice! And his next were possessive, even angry- awful, hateful Alice, he’d been searching for her so, and here she was, not even running. She was always late.
He had been ever so worried.
He stopped from chewing on his fingertips as she had turned, headed straight for the shop, and his brows furrowed with confusion. She hadn’t been invited! And there was absolutely no room; the last almost-Alice was still taking up space in the freezer, until he could find more room in the basement.
He’d have to send her away.
Jervis heard the distant chime over the door of the haberdashery proper, and scuttled down from his perch, headed for the trap door to the ladder.
