The Velveteen Rabbit

The five fundamental clusters of personality traits in contemporary psychology.

EXTRAVERSION

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : outgoing ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: risk-taking ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: excitement-seeking ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : physically adventurous

AGREEABLENESS

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : trusting ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : compassionate ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : empathetic ★★★★★★★★☆☆: enjoys company

NEUROTICISM

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: angry ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: depressed ★★★★★★★☆☆☆: anxiety ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: emotionally stable

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

★★★★★★★☆☆☆: self-disciplined ★★★★★★★★☆☆: hard-working ★★★★★★★★★☆: prepared/dutiful ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : aims to over-achieve

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

Groan. Jeez, she had to lean back just to make sure her back and neck wouldn’t kill her then and there. Sure, she enjoyed learning and information was definitely key to power– but being hunched over a desk cross-referencing, trying to find connections and researching into cases and possible contractors would cause a kink in anyone’s neck. Arms reaching skyward as she stretched, yawn threatening to come forth.

I need to get a cup of coffee and walk for a bit before I fall asleep.

“Reim? Are you in here?”

Quirked brow was the initial response, before turning her form in the chair she was seated in and craning her neck in order to see who was looking for the Lunettes worker. Was he  a friend of his or something? Maybe someone that he met? (From the.. features this man donned, she only thought he was some stage performer of some kind.)

The chain’s soft words ran together, forming a quiet, fast paced mumble. He was never good at interacting with others, and the fact that she caught him off guard didn’t help either. He wasn’t expecting to find a lady in here. He fiddled with a single long lop ear, casting his maroon eyes to the ground, before adding in an even quieter voice.” 

Ⱶ   “the most gentle…”

ΔⱵ  Both twins looked at each other and then burst into laughter. One sweet and lyrical, the other a giggling mess.

Ⱶ   “Alright, alright. You clearly aren’t from our Wonderland at all. Not with a description like that regarding your name or your namesake.” Humpty struggled to control his laughter, gloved hand wiped a tear forming in his eye. Their Elliot March was far from anything that could be called gentle. The man was proud of his shoot first, have someone else ask questions attitude. 

The rabbit cast his maroon eyes away from the giggling duo. With a sigh his ears began to droop and his face colored red with shame. It seemed there was at least one similarity between this world and his. He was always being laughed at. Was it really so bad to be gentle? He didn’t like to fight. He never saw the appeal of being needlessly violent. Rather than make any attempt to get the two to stop laughing, the hare just waited patiently until their giggles began to die down. When they finally returned to a calmer state, he gave their questions a few moments of thought before responding.

“Well, I really have no idea how or why I am here. When I still thought this place was the Abyss I figured that the will had simply called me home for a short time. She does that now and then when she is lonely. As a contracted chain the only way for me to return is if my contractor dies or breaks our contract, or if the Will brings me back. But now that we have established that this is not the Abyss I don’t have even the faintest clue. I wonder if Reim is here.” 

A look of worry and panic crossed over the chain’s face suddenly as he realized that his contractor could be lost somewhere in this strange world without him. It was true he was not all that useful to Reim, but he still did not like the idea of him being alone in such an odd place. March began to pull harshly on his ears, distress taking over his face. The thought that he still had never answered the other’s question not passing his mind. 

Seeing them at your door:

Foxy headed your way!!!:

Jump Scare!:

Power Out:

Success!!!

                                                      why are you alice  – – ?

 a broken world held together by chains

                        &                a        girl       designated        to         correct         it

     I don’t think he realizes. Oz nods, firmly. “I mean it! I mean…you saved his life. Remember? Back at Isla Yura’s? I mean…I really appreciate you saving him, ‘cause if you hadn’t….Sharon might be alone right now.” 

“Well, maybe you’re right. I didn’t do all that much though. That awful dog almost used him as a chew toy anyway. But I guess that for once I wasn’t totally useless. ”

‘You’re just so - and he’s so - !’

He guesses he should take this as a compliment, huh? To be honest, he can understand the Hare’s problem - his father is always picking on him, too, always choosing the wrong moments to approach and embarrass him. But he certainly isn’t a menace. Maybe to some people’s feelings, but … the strong urge to defend his father rushes through his body and he suppresses it. His father probably wasn’t really nice to the Hare, given his soft and innocent nature … so he should shut up.

A faint smile covers his lips as he nods towards the Chain, having problems with figuring out how to react now.

The rabbit gave a slight sigh of relief, pausing his anxious movements as he calmed down. He really wouldn’t have known how to handle two of that man running around, teasing him and causing troubles for Reim. 

“Your father and his chain, they really are two of my very best friends, don’t get me wrong on that, but I don’t believe I’d be able to survive if there were two of him! I’ve only just learned how to handle the one.” 

Δ    “I don’t have any idea what a chain is, but I can assure you, we aren’t one of them. We are eggs, plain and simple.” Well at least to them it was.

ΔⱵ  “Yes, yes, and forgive me….did you say you were the March Hare? I can also disagree with you on that one. The March Hare role is currently filled by Elliot, Elliot March.” Dumpty nodded in agreement.

Δ   “Tall rabbit, ginger hair and fur, bit of a trigger happy individual. But then most of the mafia is. He’s the second in command here. Though in speaking with him you would certainly know it’s not due to his intellect.”

Ⱶ    Humpty tapped at his chin, studying the small rabbit. “Unless you’re from another one of those Wonderlands…..or you called it the Abyss.”

The rabbit nodded his head, accepting and trying to process this. Yes, that sounded strange to him, but when he told others he was a chain that sounded strange to them. It must be a similar sort of situation. His mind was trying very hard to piece together what was going on in this situation, but so far there weren’t many pieces that clicked together for him. This just got more and more confusing for him. 

“Well, in any case, I can assure you that I am the March Hare. That is my name, and my only name, given to me by the Will of the Abyss herself when she made me. I don’t know this ‘Elliot March’ and I don’t really know what you mean by ‘the March Hare role’ but I know for certain I am the only March Hare that she made. I’m not like one of those Trump Cards or Hedgehogs that she mass produced. I am one of a kind. The most gentle chain she ever made.”

He paused, trying to recall if he had ever heard the term “Wonderland” before. Well, people say that the Abyss used to be a beautiful wonderland full of golden light. But they never called it Wonderland as a name. It had always been the Abyss. 

The market wasn’t someplace Kevin liked to venture–there were far too many people and the elderly man did not have a particular fondness for crowds.

Especially crowds of strangers, ones who whispered behind your back at every turn.

She had been taught many times to take things seriously, so sometimes, especially when it came to Oz, she would go overboard. “Then I suppose your contractor is fine.” She nodded, as if she was sparing him. Alice never understood the problems most weak Chains had- She would fight them at times, but never sat down and spoken to one. “Of course I’m not, most of the others are mindless idiots looking to fight.” Being shorter then the other, she moved to lightly yank at the other’s ear.