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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:12 pm
Marche shivered.
"Ugggh. Yard decorations remind me off the Queen of Hearts. Flamingos, you know."
About a half hour later, the Dodo held his cane up.
"Now, as the tide has lowered, we are now all summarily dry. Do we call for an end to the Caucus Race?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:19 pm
The Guard's head was slowly spinning and he felt his stomach somersault, grabbing his stomach he slowed and raised his hand. Fighting the nausea he broke out of line and sat hard on the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:32 pm
Dodo saw Hatter, and then nodded.
"Here. Lory, hand out comfits."
"I wish you wouldn't refer to me so casually."
Lory handed out one large comfit to everyone as a prize. Marche had trouble gnawing his.
When she got to Hatter, she had run out of comfits for him and herself, so, shyly, she went over and kissed his cheek.
"Th-There. That should count as a reward for both of us."
Marche gave a mocking 'd'aaaaaw' pose, and the other animals hadn't even noticed, since they were trying to eat the huge comfits. Lory walked away into the Tulgey Wood [where she lived].
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:35 pm
Hatter's face exploded in a blush that would have set the Dodo on fire, he watched Lory retreat and felt a pang when she left. He looked to Marche who gave him a smile that Hatter was in no mood to interpret, he turned his attention back to where Lory had disappeared and hoped that he'd see her again...Why did he feel this way?
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:43 pm
Marche sighed.
"Okay. We have to go back to Tea Limbo, before we're convicted of something worse than our joint house-arrest."
He held out a hand to help Hatter up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:53 pm
Hatter numbly took the hand and hoisted himself up, brushing off the sand and dirt from his rear he continued to look to where Lory had left.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:00 pm
Marche began to walk in the same direction.
"Our house is just outside the other end of the Tulgey Wood."
He looked at a small herd of mome raths passing by.
"Weird little green pigs..."
Looking up, he saw a misshapen, tackily-put-together treehouse that resembled a birdhouse more, as it looked very light, somewhat tacky, and very unstable.
Marche, gawking at the sight of something of shoddy quality, gave a rather rough kick to the side of the tree. He had big feet, and quite a bit of strength, so the tree moved the house just enough to where it tumbled onto the ground, destroyed.
On closer inspection, the name plate said 'LORINA CHARLOTTE L.', but Marche didn't read it, and continued to walk. Meanwhile, one could hear cries of pain and sadness inside the heap.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:04 pm
[[Holy crap! He's so violent!]]
Hatter's mouth dropped when Marche kicked the tree and Lory's house fell, this was beyond the Hare and pissed him off. Not only was Marche jealous but poor Lory could have been hurt! Breaking away from the Hare Hatter made his way towards the rubble, "Lory?" the Guard picked his way through and pulled log after log aside.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:10 pm
[[His hate increased after he realized that Hatter was starting to like her.]]
Lory looked the same [sans hat], except she was covered in leaves and dust. She also had a particularly nasty scrape on one of her knees, which tore her already-thin yellow tights.
On close inspection, she had been stabbed by some debris, but her shirt was red, so it wasn't noticeable.
Lory looked at Hatter, thhan up above.
"A-Am I in Heaven?"
She then felt a rush of some feeling [presumably pain], and then doubled over.
"Ooh... I guess not..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:24 pm
Hatter caught Lory as she keeled over and gently pulled out from the tangled mess; gently putting her down he looked at her knee to see if it was badly injured. "Are you alright? What hurts ?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:28 pm
Lory blushed feverishly.
"I have a small wound on my chest, here..."
The stab-area was on her breast, and she looked away.
"Please don't touch it, obviously..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:35 pm
Hatter flushed and grabbed the bottom of his coat, pulling it to his mouth he tore a strip off and handed it to her. "This will at least keep you from losing blood."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:41 pm
Lory tied it so that she didn't lose any more blood.
She turned back to her house, and, finally realizing what had happened, began to cry. The rat [which had been trimmed so that it didn't look like a rabbit anymore] nuzzled the side of her knee, and she picked it up into her arms, thinking about what they could now possibly do without their treehouse.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:43 pm
Hatter's brain hatched an idea. He would probably be beaten for it but she was homeless and Marche was being an a**..."If you want, you could stay with us. You'd have your own room of course and I'll personally make Marche sleep outside for doing this."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:49 pm
[[Maarche and Hatter have seperate houses XD]]
Lory stood.
"He... He did this..."
She looked at Hatter, crying.
"All I did was say no. I didn't want to do things like that. I'm t-too young...!"
She walked over to Hatter, lightly blushing.
"Wouldn't it be impolite f-for me to live in the same house as you? I am, after all, a woman, and people would... misinterpret it."
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