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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:46 pm
I know, I just thought it was funny that all she did was compliment on his eyes and then I see like a dozen "TziphoraxRadbod" posts. It warmed my heart. eue omgz, I think I'm in love. *u* Yes! Come quickly to the party my dear~
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:53 pm
-EcstaticParanoia- Your bio was great! So I guess you have to find a way to squeeze yourself into the party? We're all lovely people here, don't worry c:
Just as a disclaimer, if I fail horribly, I blame it on that I don't normally play male characters so...bear with me please lol
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:06 pm
Radbod nodded slightly at her response, though one of his ears twitched towards the sound of Chey's voice as the Cheshire Cat and the newly dubbed 'Alice' conversed. He started to pour the steaming honey coloured liquid into the small white porceline cup before he gracefully ended the pour and set the teapot down before placing a white saucer underneath the cup.
Handing Tziphorah the teacup and saucer, the March Hare said, "Here you are... now would you like some cream or sugar?" He retrieved himself tea of the same kind in a similar cup before he added the ungodly amount of sugar that was usual for him into his own tea. He noted that a few people were staring at he and Tziphorah, and his long ears went back uncomfortably.
The March Hare did not like attracting attention to himself, because everyone knew he was mad, and it made him very uncomfortable; both being mad and people knowing about it, that is. The poor hare knew he could never be normal after his poisoning incident those few years ago and he had never been the same after it. He had been sane once, he was sure of that, but he couldn't remember what he had been like before he had lost all of his marbles. He had chosen his black clothing on this hot day so that he could sit on the edge of the party in the shadows and really not have to mingle or stand out, but since no one had really offered Tziphorah any hospitality, he felt that should. It was hard not standing out next to the beautiful caterpillar that currently kept his company.
"Do you ever wonder about bandersnatches?" he blurted for absolutely no reason. It just happened that the loudest thought in his head at the moment had been that precise thought and it had decided to escape from his mouth. In his state of vulnerability at being nigh the center of attention, the March Mare became terribly embarrassed instead of brushing off the thought like it was nothing as he would usually do.(( They're not totally paired up just yet, haha, but they are definitely attracted to one another wink Radbod won't be nice to anyone on the Red side, sadly, poor Knave ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:46 pm
 ⧼ ♕ Кiɾάℓɥℵő ♕ ⧽
ⓞⓞⓒ▐ : Kris X Klaus? Really? No, no, shame on you children! You should support the normality so they can have beautiful children to squeal over! D; I would die to see his lovely child! A witty little boy who likes to shove ice cream in people's pants! And Klaus with his...sober child who knows Calculus at the age of four!
Oh! I have a question, are my posts getting hard to read without color or bold dialogue? You see, I wanted to use white text...but then you would die! D: But then black doesn't suit her either...such pitiful questions~ ;^;
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:01 pm
[[@sanctuary: ^.^ Oh man, your character would be an interesting twist to the story. I can't wait for you to post. @wuppa: bold your dialogue maybe? you don't have to add in any color, since lyno is the White queen. ^.^ Bahaha, if Kris's kid ever shoves ice cream down his pants, Kris is likely to do the same right back. I swear, this story gets better and better with every post. LYNOxALEXANDER, TZIPHORAHxRADBOD are oh-so-delectable. ^.^ We got the romance part down. Time to add in the action and drama! Will come later in the day, and Kris & Klaus will dutifully supply it.]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:31 pm
Kris & Klaus
Zwillinge
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Kris didn't at all expect his lovely liquor to be snatched from his grasp. When Amanda took it, he blinked at his empty hand and stared at it, expression nondescript. He was still staring at it after Alice poured some into her teacup and placed it back in his hands. It was Chey's comment that brought him out of his daze, and his face contorted into an expression of surprise. "Not good at any time of day? Chey, dear Chey... you have been terribly deprived of the better things in life, I fear. I fear your rationality has gotten all muddled. Don't fret! I shall take you under my wing, cat-like girl, and I shall -"
He was interrupted by Klaus nudging his arm. "You're talking when you should be drinking, brother."
Kris grinned at him, then clinked it against his brother's bottle before taking a swig. After hearing Amanda's question, he gave her another loopy grin and shrugged, his whole body rising up and down. "That's a good question, ain't it! To be honest -"
"He doesn't know."
"Naww, I know! I think this is my second bottle!"
"If you count one for every two."
Kris tried to count that. He couldn't. "It's okay, I'm not full yet! I still have plenty of room to eat!"
Klaus sighed. "I don't think that's what they were worried about."
Kris pretended not to hear that last comment, and his gaze moved on over Amanda to all the mingling guests around. It was a sea of red and white, and Amanda, Chey, and the twins were an explosion of black, white, and purple in that sea.
"Say," Kris said. "ol' King Alexander said something earlier about the Red & White Kingdom's joining together, right?"
"I believe so."
"The Red Kingdom's completely red, and the White Kingdom's completely white. How are they gonna join those two, when they're so red and white?"
"I'm sure they'll manage," Klaus said dryly.
Kris snapped his fingers, his face brightening. "You know what they should do? Turn everything... pink!"
Klaus calmly took a sip of his alcohol. "And what exactly were you saying earlier about Chey's rationality getting all muddled?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:40 pm
[Oh no, poor Alastar ; he'll be secretly butthurt that someone doesn't like him ಥ__ಥ 'Cause Alastar wants to be friends with everyone!~ Alastar'll get him to be friends with him, dammit!D:< No matter how foolish this may seem lol][When I do find time to post (since I'm at school now OTL), I hope Alastar won't bug anyone too much, though it's inevitable since if anything catches his fancy, he'll hug said thing or throw compliments left and right lol A bothersome fellow, Alastar may be XD]
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:23 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  Tziphora watched dubiously at the Hare's delicate nature about the porcelin china that had adorned the table. Raising her hands to collect the small cup and saucer, the caterpillar soon took in the intoxicating scent of the tea. She wasn't really one to share the pleasures of tea with anyone other than her beloved hookah--yes, she believes that her hookah is as much a person as anyone with blood flowing through their veins. Well, in the case of the mad hare, he might as well have tea flowing through those veins of his. Her eyes had closed for the moment she stood there taking in the aroma of the tea as her lips continued to stay pulled back in a joyous smile. But as soon as she began to lose her dignified appearance, the raven-haired woman quickly cleared her throat, her eyes opening once more to peer into the crystal blue orbs of the man before her.
Those eyes... The insectuine beauty had began before she shook the thoughts from her mind, deciding that now was not the time to become smitten like a child over her first crush. She was not one for romantic affection, although she had been at the center of many a man's infatuated dream so such frivalous thoughts entering her mind were not taken too lightly. So quickly, her gaze shifted from Radbod's and down to her teacup, especially when his question finally reached her ears. It was a treat for her to have some cream or sugar; herself only having them if she were attending extravagant banquets such as this one.
"Thank you, dear sir. And yes, two cubes and some cream would be lovely."
She tried her best not to sound demanding as she raised her head from the teacup to Radbod once more. But as she did so, she noticed his ears precariously folded back against his head and wondered why was such a reaction was occuring. Tziphora really never made the connection between how her beauty could cause quite a stir for those who were seen beside her, since she herself didn't believe that outward beauty was a concern. There was no black and white; no beautiful and ugly people. Only grey. That way, everyone was equal in the stunning emerald eyes of the caterpillar. But her attention was quickly brought away from the rather unpleasant idea that she was causing any sort of stress to the hare when he spoke out to her once more, this time a lot more hurried and eccentric than the previous.
Tziphora fluttered her long eyelashes as she blinked at the hare, still holding the saucer and teacup in her hands. What did he say? Bandersnatches? She thought to herself as she tried to register not only his rather bizarre question but also what exactly she did think of those creatures. With their long necks and bone-crushing jaws, their appearance alone would send anyone into a state of shock and fear, but was that all?
"Hmm, well, I do from time to time, but not enough to raise any concern about the beasts. Why Radbod, do you think of them often?"
[ Out.Of.Mushrooms: @Wuppa: Well I being of the colorblind sort has some difficulty with the excess of blackxwhite, so maybe a light grey or silver color since I believe that would suit the Queen more. Again, just a suggestion. ^o^;
@Trees: Hey! Don't worry you're head about action and drama, I see many misadventures of multiple characters in the near future, oh yes ma'am I do! ewe ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:29 pm
(( Thanks! Silver would do quite nicely! ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:42 pm
He went that way! I mean, left. That left. No, not your left!
Not mine either, dear, stop looking. No, not up! Left!
Wait...That's right, isn't it? Oh, it doesn't matter either way!
Just go search every-which-way and everywhere and you're bound to find him somewhere,
for if he isn't anywhere in everywhere, he's nowhere!
And no one can be nowhere! • Ҫ Ӈ Ȝ ϒ •
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"My rationality?" she echoed, staring up at him incredulously with her eyebrows pulled together. She looked almost...Well, almost stupendously flabberghasted, perhaps. "I would not do well under the influence of liquor of any sort, Kris. I do not do well. You wouldn't want to see it no matter how drunk you happen to be. Under your wing? . Certainly not! You won't be touching me while you're blubbering your pink nonsense and highly intoxicated. Or, well, getting there." She frowned, practically hissing, knowing full well that she would make a terrible drunkard. Tried it once, never, ever again. It made her less sensical than Radbod, whom had at least some sort of method to his madness, more disruptive than Kris at his present level of intoxication, and left her with a headache worse than anything the hookah's smog could give. In fact, it made her almost so senseless she thought she once could relate to a politician's point of view! A politician! A fat, money hungry, keniving politician!Shaking her head, the girl turned to Amanda and murmured in a hushed voice. "So, about this game? Hmmm? When is it supposed to take place?" She leaned in so as not to let the two young men hear anything of it. Her tail curlicued at the thought of playing tricks once again, and she looked entirely delighted all of a sudden.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:04 pm
 Amanda Temes (The New Alice) Amanda felt slightly buzzed by the liquor she just downed but was still in her right mind. When asked about the game she whispered,"It's to end the festivities." She then turned to Klaus and said,"Honestly...I see little difference between drunk Kris and sober Kris... except maybe his willingness to get others to drink increasing...and his lack of balance..." She let out a childish giggle, it was probably the liquor talking but she found the thought of to twins drunk hilarious.
" You don't seem to be much better off than him Klaus..." she taunted, knowing that although he was much more controlled than his brother, he was known to drink a fair amount. She shook off the blur from the alcohol's effects, and spoke in her regular tone. "Hmmm...I always wondered how much Kris could drink before passing out... every time I see him drink he seems to be a bottomless pit... have you ever seen him go down Klaus?" she asked innocently. It was just one of those many things in Wonderland that triggered her curiosity. Was it just his/thier looks that she liked? Or was there something more in each that spoke to her? She couldn't tell. although Kris was her main crush, Klaus definitely had his appeals. She'd never let this fact slip to anyone though.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:20 pm
Kris & Klaus
Zwillinge
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Kris didn't quite understand why Chey was yelling at him. Technically, she wasn't at all yelling at him, but in his mind, clouded with the effects of alcohol, it seemed so. In an attempt to 'make it all better,' he held up his hands in surrender, blinking. "Easy, easy, kitty," he said. "You don't wanna drink, fine with me," he gave her a loopy grin, "That just means more for me."
"I'm pretty sure she just told you that she doesn't like liquor."
Obvious, Kris had selective hearing. He waved off Klaus's comment. "Nonsense! Everybody likes liquor!" After taking another swig, he proceeded to mumble some unintelligible. Even Klaus couldn't understand him.
Klaus turned his attention to Amanda. "You don't seem to be much better off than him Klaus..." Klaus stayed silent in indignation. Though he was able to handle the effects of the alcohol better than his brother, they'd both drunk about the same amount, and it was starting to get to them. Klaus's face, usually so pale, like his eyes and hair, was a reddish hue, matching to his brother's.
It seemed, though, that it was Amanda who handled the alcohol better than the both of them. It was as if she hadn't drank it at all, when she spoke to ask Klaus about Kris's limits. Klaus glanced at his brother, who grinned at him back and wiggled his eyes at him.
"No, I never have."
Kris threw an arm around his brother's shoulders. "That's 'cuz you always pass out before I do!"
"Untrue."
"Oh, that's right," Kris grinned at Amanda. "We just never go down."
"Not any time we remember, anyways."
Kris squinted at Amanda. "Say, Amanda, aren't you a bit underage to be drinking?"
"Since when were you so concerned about whether or not someone's underage?"
"If someone can't drink until they get older, then they ought to not drink, 'else they might get into big trouble!"
"Which you would know from experience."
ROUGH DRAFT FOR FUTURE POST:
"I think that's enough for you, Kris."
"Ain't never enough for me, Klaus, you know that."
"I don't think I can trust your judgement."
"An' who's to say we can trust yours?"
"I'm the smarter twin."
"I'm the hotter twin."
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Everything!"
Klaus snatched the half-empty bottle from Kris's hands. Kris scowled, then stole Klaus's bottle. They stood there, glowering at eachother for a few moments, then took a swig from whatever bottle they were holding, and continued on.
[[LOL. With all the characters we have, I'm sure we'll all get more than enough of drama, romance, and action. Kris is losing his touch. :O He sure won't be happy if he figures out Klaus is -unwittingly- stealing his girl. xD ]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:41 pm
Amanda Temes (The New Alice) Amanda let out a triumphant laugh that, with it's volume was unbecoming of her. Apparently, she couldn't completely shake the effects of what she just drank. " Maybe in the world above I'm too young, but I've never heard of an age limit in wonderland." she taunted. " and besides... I drink so little of it anyway...I'm fine." she said returning to her quiet tone of voice. It would seem that the alcohol was fighting for control over her mind.
"That seems a bit... worrying but also somewhat impressive. You two seem to drink more at one party than my father does in a week, and yet you refuse to go down... I didn't think it possible." she said, now completely back in her right mind. That's it, no more alcohol for her, she has to stay sober for the game and it's already starting to dent her calm. Of course, after the game she might try a little more, just as an excuse to catch the twins in the act of collapsing. Of course she might have to fake it if she ever had a chance of getting home without hurting herself again. Speaking of which, her leg had be aching the whole time and now it's gone... now she understood how The twins could bump into things while drunk and not hurt themselves.T_trees_T][/quote]
[quote="Luna_Lonewolf
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:04 am
 Ȃɭȧȿʈȧɍ Ѵѐɍѵȇɍȿ тнє кηανє σƒ нєαятѕ My, my, what does my little eye spy? An invitation...? To... A PARTY?! The knave of hearts was more than estatic upon receiving the elegant invitation. So much, in fact, that he had wrinkled the letter beyond recognition after quickly reading the contents over once; one read-through was more than enough, he believed, and oh how he was wrong. As the male had company over when the blessed letter was delivered, Alastar shared the good news, chatting the other's ear off while waving the paper in front of the other's face with delightful scarlet eyes. The crimson eyed knave fired ideas off of his guest, speaking mostly of what he was to show up to the event in--or not in, judging by how one usually dressed their best for such occasions and Alastar whole-heartedly believed he looked his absolute-best in the nude."I must dress my best! This glorious event demands it, Damian! And I know, better than anyone, that I look absolutely ravishing without the need for attire-- which only serves to hinder my captivating appearance, does it not?" The other fellow had found Alastar's words utterly preposterous and to this, rose-red eyes narrowed dangerously onto the other. Did he find this...funny? This did not sit well at all with the deep mahogany and carmine haired knave. Alastar's neutral nude lips morphed into a soft smile before widening, petrifying the other with his suspiciously-wide grin. Oh yes he was, without a doubt, going to prove him wrong...
In thirty minutes, Alastar was faced with a dilemma after his guest took off, leaving him alone in his tiny cluttered-to-death abode. He could no longer follow through with his plan, not after what happened to his body...At least I proved him wrong, yes? Alastar mused to himself as he poised a circular mirror in the air, examining his reflection rather closely while his other hand trailed down his neck. Eyeing the discoloration on the long pale column, Alastar sighed before muttering, "You b*****d, you left-... On my neck?!" Closing his eyes briefly before reopening his ruby jewels to study his flesh once more, Alastar's eyes widened considerably as his gaze trailed along. "What in the name of Wonderla-...My arms too?! " The man placed the mirror back in its place, somehow managing not to slam the fragile object into oblivion. "Die a horrible and bloody death, Damian! Now I cannot possibly grace the event in my flawless form-- as it is no longer flawless, it seems." Now Alastar was back to square one.
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Alastar was stuck in quite the predicament, as he knew he should not have wrinkled the invitation to the point of illegibility, but what could he do? He was overjoyed upon receiving the paper in his hands, was all. This would not have been an issue if Alastar hadn't arrived in all his splendor at a completely different and deserted location than what the letter had described. So the knave frantically rushed to pinpoint the correct party grounds, arriving only after he crossed paths with another party-goer, who was kind enough let the distressed male tag along to the festivities. The other deserted Alastar right as he set foot into the party area before he could even properly thank the kind soul, which was probably a smart idea since the man was itching to make his arrival known to all. Looking around, Alastar was awestruck; the area was so rich in color that his eyes began to make little hearts inside. He loved colors! Alastar purposely burst the large bubblegum bubble before slipping his tongue out of his mouth, slowly running along the perimeter of his pale lips as he recollected the pink substance back in, drawing the attention of several-- mostly females and a small handful of males. Ending his lustful tongue-action with a wink, Alastar dramatically raised one blood-red gloved hand into the air. "ALAS, IT IS I: ALASTAR VERVERS!" His voice pretentious, but in the slightest degree possible, as deduced by his sincere bow before straightening back up and then turning to properly dispose of his bubblegum.
Ah these stares...Why yes, yes I am well-aware that I am late, but I swear I was at the right place at the right time somehow, though at the same time, at the wrong place at the wrong time...!"Well, that is of no matter as I am here now!" Alastar discarded the thought, swatting his gloved hand in the air a few times as if a fly had taken a particular liking to Alastar, who resembled a cross between strawberry and black raspberry jam due to his atrocious -though actually grand- outfit.What mattered was that he was late--fashionably late, Alastar corrected himself mentally. His wear consisted of well-tailored black slacks, a mute silver-gray button-down shirt unbuttoned just a few slots for aesthetic appeal while the sleeves were haphazardly rolled up, revealing pale purple marks on otherwise unblemished forearms, apple-red gloves covered naked hands, and a deep entrancing crimson tie carefully embellished with slim gold chains and dangling ruby-red heart charms was loosely tied around his open shirt collar. Wound around his neck was the trademark red and black buckled choker, which actually served a purpose aside from cool points today; that purpose being to lazily mask the discoloration which paired with the ones on his forearms. Alastar harmonized his collarbone piecing with the customized tie, changing the normal round bullet piercing to a red heart with a single short golden chain teetering back and forth as the man walked further into the scene. If anyone had the guts to accuse the man of not donning white, Alastar would gesture to his immaculate fair skin, immediately silencing any and all who questioned him.
He was still brooding over the fact that he was, unfortunately, severely under-dressed for the occasion. This was only in his opinion, though; others viewed the male with rosy eyes. "I am absolutely and utterly revolting," Alastar easily and genuinely criticized himself while greeting a few attendees with a charming smile before showering compliments about their party wear. Such exquisite taste, Alastar noted, with flowing fantasy-like dresses and detailed makeup which could easily be dismissed as natural to the untrained eye. Alastar leaned in close to one young maiden in particular, finding that the action caused her ivory skin to bloom like roses. So...so....cute! I want to hug her! Alastar managed to aim a sweet, innocent smile down at the short, brunette haired girl who stared at his arm on end, a dash of worry in warm coffee-brown eyes. "Mister, did you hurt yourself?" The young child asked, hesitantly eyeing the muddy-purple marks. Oh dear, Alastar was falling for this tiny girl; she was absolutely darling and as cute as a button! Lying through his teeth by spouting somewhat logical nonsense pertaining to the marks with a radiant smile, Alastar effectively reassured the young child before patting the girl's head with his hand. Before he left, Alastar bent down to look into warm fudge eyes encased in a light dose of refreshing silver eye shadow as opposed to charcoal. "Little girl, you have very beautiful eyes; your makeup is as if moonlight illuminates the windows to your heart." Though the girl could not quite grasp the meaning of Alastar's words, she knew a compliment when she heard one, and so she simply smiled, thanking the knave before running off. She is so...so...precious! Placing a hand over his mouth to hide the wide, goofy smile the child arose from the knave, Alastar continued on, heading to track down something to quench his thirst.
On his way, Alastar was approached by a female close to his age, he assumed, judging by her physical attributes. Though her extravagant attire stole Alastar's attention, she failed to retain his interest the longer she spoke on for. It felt like hours of torturous blabbering. She was lucky Alastar was kind enough to put up with her boring speech, but the fact of the matter was quite clear: the red haired female was wasting his precious time, beating around the bush. Following her hazel gaze, it was clear that she wished to question the male as to the origins of his strange markings. After enduring a few more grueling minutes, Alastar had enough and placed his fingers on the nameless girl's lips, though he was sure the girl dropped her name somewhere within the meaningless exchange between the two. The girl was dead silent and Alastar hid the urge to roll his eyes, spotting her cheeks gradually flush before he removed his hand and returned it back to his side. "Listen, first," He began, withholding a long sigh threatening to escape,"To be quite frank, my dear, you just bore me; I really dislike boring things and or people. Second, I have eyes, you know; how else would I be able to deduce that you have the chest equivalent to a prepubescent girl? Third, you do know you aren't fooling anyone with those breasts right? Especially since your breast pads are peeking out..." The female automatically turned five shades redder before looking down to confirm what the man had said was true.
"Sorry, but I'm not interested in flat girls, especially fake girls like you. Besides, if I wanted flat though not exactly female, I needn't look further than to the handsome lad a few meters behind you--which is how I attained these marks you keep ogling at like some buffoon. Yes, a male gave me these hickeys, and may I say I quite enjoyed receiving them too. " Alastar maliciously smiled at the devastated girl before him, not even the least bit sorry when his blunt words caused the female to dash off in the opposite direction, finally clearing his path to the refreshments. "WELL," Alastar chirped cheerily before prancing off, "that was fun!" Not like I wanted to be friends with a fake being like her anyways. Casting scarlet optics left and right, Alastar laid eyes on exactly what he was searching for: tea. Peering a little bit more off to the side, Alastar was pleased to find a few familiar faces. Half-walking, half-skipping to where the tea was placed, the multi-colored haired male first plucked a tea cup up, pouring the warm liquid content carefully until he was content. Any tea was fine by the knave as long as it was, indeed, tea. He sipped gingerly, taking a small taste, before moving over to where Kris, Klaus, Amanda, and Chey were chatting. Something's different about this tea...but what? Alastar could most likely define just what exactly was strange about the liquid, but he was not focusing fully on distinguishing the substance, as he instead was too busy drinking in the wonderful visages of his friends.
Securing the teacup in his hand, Alastar began to greet the group, bestowing a small smile, despite the fact that he was still a bit peeved because of the girl from earlier, though he had no reason to take it out on his lovely friends, so he did not. Scanning each of them, Alastar started to rain comment upon comment. "Good day to you all, my lovely dears! Kris, Klaus, may I just say you two look positively handsome? Though I can't decide which one of you is the better looking one..." Alastar added in the latter part for kicks. Did his compliment sound creepy? Well, it should have, coming from Alastar who was now casually leering at the two; nothing unsual, just Alastar being Alastar was all. He simply appreciated everything visually appeasing, like the group before him. So much better than fake breasts girl. "And Amanda and Chey, you two girls are simply mesmerizing. Say, are you girls legal yet...?" Alastar was only teasing the girls good-naturedly. The more compliments he gave out, the more Alastar equivocated himself to worms; he felt increasingly like dirt the longer he laid eyes on these magnificent beings donned in apparel so beyond his own. The nineteen year old genuinely meant every word of it, though. Spotting a rather peculiar bottle and taking a small whiff of the air, Alastar narrowed his eyes. "Are you guys...drinking already?" Absentmindedly, Alastar took another sip from his teacup when something suddenly struck him. Snapping back to the group, Alastar proclaimed while pointing his free hand at the alcohol bottle.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S WHAT'S MISSING! BRILLIANT, YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!" Immediately, Alastar muttered something about borrowing the bottle for a little, pouring a small amount of it into his tea. He was smart as to not empty out the remaining contents of the bottle into his cup--not that it could fit in the small container anyways. The knave was not out to get smashed, now was he? Oh no, he was a responsible boy who restricted his alcohol intake, though not always. Alastar returned it back with a small thank you before blinking. Something to stir this with...Something...OH! Alastar shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out..a round lollipop? "I suppose this will suffice, as I am not willing to move from my current spot right now," Alastar muttered softly to himself before he unwrapped the candy, staring rather hard at the butterscotch flavored lollipop, and then plunged it headfirst into the tea-alcohol mix, beginning to swirl the liquid around with a content grin. Who, in their right mind, would mix tea and alcohol together, and then stir it with a butterscotch flavored lollipop?! Alastar would. Only Alastar would.
Counting aloud to ten, Alastar pulled the lollipop out, licking it briefly before taking a sip of his concoction. Lowering the cup from his lips, Alastar was dead silent. "Oh my god...This is...really..." A few more seconds passed as a variety of expressions, both horrid and pleased, came to light. "GOOD! IT'S REALLY GOOD! I haven't the slightest idea which tea I picked and all, but the fact of the matter is, this tastes like heaven! Tea-ish with a tinge of alcohol and then all of a sudden, BAM! Yes, that's the taste of butterscotch!" Holding the cup out, Alastar asked, "Would you like to try some? Speak now or else I'll down the entire contents within the blink of an eye." Forget such silly things, like indirect kisses or germs, this man was offering a taste of heaven! Alastar had barely allowed three seconds to pass by before suddenly emptying the cup out. Briefly running off to discard the cup, Alastar popped back; this time, the lollipop was in his mouth and he was relishing the sweet taste.[[OOC: What the...crap...did I...just type? And why is this so long omg @.@ I hope this makes sense. I am so so sorry if this has typos and if it fails miserably ORZ I'm just gonna crawl into a hole now...OTL]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:41 am
(( is it just me, or is page 12 horrendously screwed up for anyone else? Also, I enjoy the knave of heart immensely, such a shame Radbod won't share my opinion ))
Radbod looked to the caterpillar sheepishly as she did answer his question without commenting on the sort of random question it was. He was cheered just a little by her willingness to hold a conversation with such a mad hare, but he let his slight cheerfulness fade amongst his many other thoughts at the moment. "Well the last Alice had one in her service, but where did it go? No one has scarcely met a Bandersnatch sing, have they?" he asked, and came back to her with her desired adornments for her tea. He was about the speak once more, though his many thoughts were furiously interrupted by a loud announcement.
The March Hare turned his blue eyes onto the flamboyant Knave of Hearts who had just made his grand entrance and announced not only his lateness, but his attire screamed loudly at Radbod's thoughts and the hare gave an inward and outward shudder as his ears perked back up in alarm. He noted how rudely the red citizen reacted to various members of the party and he sipped his sugary tea madly (as he should) as he looked on. If Radbod had been hosting this party he most certainly would have asked the rude guest to leave, but it was not his place, for the White King and the Red Queen... no no no, that wasn't right, it was the White Queen and the Red King. My goodness this whole thing with the Knave had gotten Radbod quite worked up to forget exactly which sex belonged to which kingdom.
Radbod just about died as he saw the spoiling his tea with that dreadful bitter liquor. Butterscotch was just fine on its own, or in tea, but soiled with that alcohol, well, it just ruined everything now didn't it? Radbod excused himself from the Caterpillar's magnificent presence before he poured himself another cup of sugary-sweet tea and had it in mind to do the worst possible thing he could do to a Red citizen:
Ruin their outfit.
Radbod took his sweet time navigating through the crowd towards the Kave of Hearts and didn't even fake a curteous smile as he approached, or even feigned the trip that would spill his drink on the Knave. Instead, the mad hare simply approached him while the others were conversing with him and turned his teacup with a precise movement that decidedly splashed rather hot liquid that was aimed to hit the Knave square in the chest of his strawberry coloured attire.
"Oops," the March Hare said without a hint of sincerity.(( also, the Knave can still dodge his 'attack' if he saw it coming, jsyk ))
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