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((Yes, like Idril said. And Jazzy, if you could, delete that post.))
Cheshire smiled, "As I said. Louis created this place, if he wants any one of us, he could find us, or even just call us to his side and we'd randomly-," he began before vanishing. After a moment, he reappeared, "Haha, just fooling with you. But seriously. If he called, we'd have no choice, but to be at his side, that instant," he explained. "So, there's no real, searching for him, or going to him. Both attempts will fail," he added. He was using reason with logic. It was a bit out of character, but every now and then, he had to persuade people.

(s'okay. I hear talking in my head too, and I think a couple of them might be quite mad.... wink )


Random nodded his head vigorously. So vigorously,in fact that he seemed in danger of dislocating a vertebra in his neck. He could be lost here with Izzy and Ace. Unless they weren't lost, but that was okay. As long as they didn't help him not be lost. He rooted through his pockets, shifting things to different pockets with no sense of order whatsoever and finally coming up with a sandy flip-flop that he immediately switched out with his left shoe to help his foot lose its way a little easier. He straightened up with his thin chest thrust out and smiling as proudly as if he'd quoted the Song Of Hiawatha right from memory. Now he was REALLY lost, and he'd shown that right foot what happens when a foot gets uppity.

(( In this first post black is action outside of wonderland, and for all my posts Quin speaks in green, and Clara speaks in red. Hi all biggrin !!))


Quin walked into his bedroom, the lights were off and the sun dim through his heavy plush purple curtains. He sighed and sat in the only piece of furniture besides his bed, a deep seated purple recliner which sat amongst scattered books. "What to do, what to do?" he muttered to himself contemplating his current predicament. "If I go into Special Fx and design I might be able to minor in the cullinary arts, but would that be enough for me to make a career of it if I have to?" He tapped his finger absently on a book.

The room around him was a place of gloom, pictures posted up detailing several bands and shows he had been to, a black stand next to his table with his laptop on it, and a huge portfolio in the corner containing all of his work. Well, besides what hung on the walls. He was a mask maker and prosthetic designer, with no conventional training of course, but he was good at what he did. If he had the right stuff.

Quin sighed one more time before falling onto his bed, his clothes, shoes, and bag still on. He waited for the comfort to envelope him but nothing! The sheet wrapped around his body and he began spiraling into his bed, and then out to nothing.

"WHAT THE HE.." he managed to push out before he hit the ground with a large THUMP!

"Where am I.....?" he said absent mindedly as he unwrapped his way from his sheet and looked around. The place he appeared to be in was a thick forest with crisp leaves.But something seemed bizar about this place, but he couldnt quite place his finger on it. Quin felt a knot growing at the back of his skull.

"Am I dreaming....?". Quin peered into the woods.

Clara Cœur La Sept sat high up in the tree branches of the forest. She had seen this boy fall from the sky, nothing unusual, in Wonderland at least, but still it was a sight witnessed by few. She should be so blessed. This boy he would know nothing of where he was, and she would waltz, or Tango, she hadnt decided yet, in to save him from whatever trouble he first got into, and she would gladly show him the ways of this world, imprinting his young impressionable mind and bending it to her will. She sneered as she watched him stumble about.

"Oh little boy your first few steps in Wonderland, how cute! Im going to get you in ALL kinds of trouble!". Clara giggled to herself and moved further out of sight.

((Tired haha, and how about yourself?))

Shilo was sitting in a small clearing. It was a warm, clear day in wonderland. Shilo hadn't seen anything lately, and she was enjoying the calmness. She couldn't see anything, and she didn't know what may lay around her, but she could smell sweet flowers and hear birds chirping. She smiled to herself. She wished she could see it. She wished that she could see the beautiful world around her. She wished she could see al the magnifcent things in Wonderland. Shilo stood up and looked around. She couldn't see anything, not a single spirit was lurking about. She loved days like this, when there was nothing to bother or scare her.


Ren was sitting on a street curb, smoking a cigirette, when he hears a cat meow from a nearby alley. He looks around, takes one more whiff of the cigirette before throwing it onto the street and walks down the alley. he sees a midnight black cat that turns to him and meows once again. Ren follows it as it pads down the alley. "Hey! Wait up!" He says as the cat isapears into the darkness at the end of the alley. Ren stops and swallows. What was up with that? Should he follow it? Ren sighed. There was nothing to loose. So he stepped into the darkness after the strange cat. When he opened his eyes, He was sitting in a feild of flowers in Wonderland. ((though he doesn't know that)) He looks around confused. Flowers? Where was he? where was that cat? Ren stood up, his tail swaying with uncertainty. The image of cars passing by on the streets and people walking by him without even noticing him had disapeared. The only thing left was the bright sun over his head and the sweet scent of the beautiful flowers around him. "Where am I?" He asks himself as he takes a few steps forward, still looking around in awe. The cat had disapeared, nowhere in sight. Ren took a few more cautious steps. Whereever he was, it wasn't the busy city he called home.

Sylar opened her eyes, confused. She sat up and looked around groggily, rubbing her eyes. Her head hurt and her back was sore. She suddenly froze, completely awake. She was sitting next to a tall tree and was surronded by several others. Where was she? Why was she here? She used the tree to help herself up before looking around confused. She tried to remember what had happened to her last, but her heart nearly stopped when she realized she couldn't remember anything. Everything was blurry, she couldn't remember names or faces or even what had happened. She was in the middle of an unfamiliar forest with no memories as to why she was there, or even who she was. Sylar fell against the tree, her cheeks getting hot as her eyes watered. "Where am I?" She asked herself as she slid down the tree. Hot, salty tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried in vain to remember something. She couldn't even remember her own name, how was she suposed to get out of the forest? How was she suposed to get home? Sylar held her knees to her chest and started to bawl, scared, confused but mostly alone.

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