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pawnstorm2016-03-18 09:59 pm
digophelia) wrote in pawnstorm2016-03-18 09:59 pm
I grew and I throve well. Word from word gave words to me.
Who: Alice and OPEN
When: Backdated to March 16th
Where: Downtown school
What: Alice comes to entertain the children like the mother hen that she is and tells them stories Wonderland
Rating: TBA. I mean, I don't see this getting past a PG13 rating.
“The children loved you all at the snowball fight last month. If you could come and talk with them for a bit, it would be much appreciated. Oh, and is the one with the arms coming?”
[ Without hesitation, Alice took to the task eagerly, making her way down to the city and into the school. She wasn't tall enough to give them piggy back rides, unfortunately. She was barely taller than the older children. Normally subdued around adults, Alice felt more at ease entertaining the children at the school; she even found herself smiling, especially when the younger children took to her hands and tugged on her, her hands and clothing.
She walked with them freely, allowing them to take her anywhere that they pleased. They were more at ease than the children that she used to care for and, in time, Alice had forgotten her guilt for the children back in London. She was playing games with them and, of course, even found herself telling them stories. Never a soul she would utter a word about Wonderland, but children were an exception to this. Children were always enthralled with her stories of Wonderland, sitting around her, wide-eyed, as a very animated Alice explained each and every detail, to paint the picture. By the afternoon, Alice had a several children around her, sitting at their level, as she told them stories about the dreadful Queen of Hearts, the talking garden, and most of all, which always seems to entertain children, the mad tea party- ]
"At any rate I’ll never go THERE again!" I said as she picked my way through the wood. `It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!"
Just as I said this, I noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. `That’s very curious!’ I thought. `But everything’s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.’ And in I went.
[ Then what happens next, they ask. ]
When: Backdated to March 16th
Where: Downtown school
What: Alice comes to entertain the children like the mother hen that she is and tells them stories Wonderland
Rating: TBA. I mean, I don't see this getting past a PG13 rating.
“The children loved you all at the snowball fight last month. If you could come and talk with them for a bit, it would be much appreciated. Oh, and is the one with the arms coming?”
[ Without hesitation, Alice took to the task eagerly, making her way down to the city and into the school. She wasn't tall enough to give them piggy back rides, unfortunately. She was barely taller than the older children. Normally subdued around adults, Alice felt more at ease entertaining the children at the school; she even found herself smiling, especially when the younger children took to her hands and tugged on her, her hands and clothing.
She walked with them freely, allowing them to take her anywhere that they pleased. They were more at ease than the children that she used to care for and, in time, Alice had forgotten her guilt for the children back in London. She was playing games with them and, of course, even found herself telling them stories. Never a soul she would utter a word about Wonderland, but children were an exception to this. Children were always enthralled with her stories of Wonderland, sitting around her, wide-eyed, as a very animated Alice explained each and every detail, to paint the picture. By the afternoon, Alice had a several children around her, sitting at their level, as she told them stories about the dreadful Queen of Hearts, the talking garden, and most of all, which always seems to entertain children, the mad tea party- ]
"At any rate I’ll never go THERE again!" I said as she picked my way through the wood. `It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!"
Just as I said this, I noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. `That’s very curious!’ I thought. `But everything’s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.’ And in I went.
[ Then what happens next, they ask. ]
no subject
Are they?
[ She pauses as she considers the fact that he listened to her story. The fact that he's not human eases her worry. People can't be completely trusted, she finds, especially now. Her posture relaxes and Alice offers a light scoff. ]
Oh, it's nonsense I conjured up as a child one day, as to escape from my history lessons.
no subject
[He'd believed it all! It might be fantastic but it certainly isn't implausible!]
You made it all up!?
sorry for such a late response ;;
[ She's a little surprised by this reaction. She considered herself to be a good story teller, though, never got this sort of reaction. But her attention to each and every detail when it came to Wonderland- well, usually people dismiss her.
It's odd that in this world, people and even children take a fascination to it. ]
I was quite the daydreamer as a child, I would retreat to that world often.
no subject
no subject
[ She says matter of factly, worried that she's possibly said too much to indicate Wonderland became more than just a childish escape mechanism. But she is patient, and it's an honest question, so she shrugs off the notion of it being too malicious and evasive. ]
As I often did; I was terrible, I had no focus on much of anything other than that. Though, my home was lovely, it was a peaceful place. It was clean and colorful.
[ Before all of it burned down to the ground. ]
The city I resided in before Blanc was anything like that. It was squalor and filthy. It was unsafe to walk the streets, there was frequent crime and poverty. [ She's sparing him the nitty gritty, too. ] If I was to be here for the rest of my life and not return to London, I would not complain.