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 Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 9:42 am
The Mind of a Cat
A series of 'journal' entries detailing Boris' at different points of his life.
This is a helpful filler to bridge the gaps between RPs and tie in the emotional workings in his head xD
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:52 am
Info: Before meeting Alice for the first time. Game has just been set.
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He held up a hand towards the ceiling curiously, examining the belted glove and the gold chain that hung limply from it's fastening. He was on a bed he knew, he was even sure that it belonged to him but the memory of how he got there was hazy. He knew his name for sure, and his Role, was even dimly aware that there had been a 'Before' but if felt odd. Like trying to remember something he read once, only it had happened to him.
Grunting as he sat up, Boris touched fingertips to forehead, trying to soothe away the dull ache. Chains rattled with each movement and his ears flicked at the sound. Eyes widening in amusement and curiosity, both hands raised to feel through his hair and travel along his pierced ears. Interesting. Just as quickly as the realization of what they were settled so too did this sensation of a memory, as if they'd always been as they were and he just now accepted that.
Intrigued, he looked himself over as he stood up, becoming aware and accepting almost instantaneously. Hungry for more information, for the growing sense of completeness, Boris gazed around his room. And it was his room, wasn't it? This flag, these chains... memories rushed to fill the void that he could almost sense was just there.
And the guns. Oh, the guns. Weapons and the accessories of hung like trophies on the walls. Here extra bullet casings and a work table just covered in all sort of parts and tools. Glee overwhelmed him, a feral rush that dilated his pupils and made him smile with the thrill of it. Oh yes, he was a hunter. A killer. The imprint of a wild chase through the woods, the feel of a pistol going off in his hand, a game of chase through a maze of hedges.
As if the thought cajoled it into existence, he suddenly knew what was at the other end of the golden chain attached to his wrist. Tugging on it brought him to push aside the flap covering his short pants and to a pocket he hadn't noticed before. Pulling on the chain resulted in that very same pistol appearing from the hidden pocket. Bright pink and as fierce in design as it was deadly. He couldn't recall feeling the weight of it before, and somehow knew he would never. It was bound to him in a very real sense and would be there whenever he beckoned. A gift, a touch of magic, as it were.
His tail twitched in triumph and the soft c***k of metal that greeted his ears only added to the feeling. He knew his Role, he was the Cheshire Cat. Nightmare had done a good job, and somehow he knew who that was and what this meant.
A new Game had begun.
And what started off as a slight smirk grew into a wide, encompassing grin.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 11:42 am
Info: Pondering Alice after meeting her a few times, examining his own thoughts.
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Blood still stained his hands as he opened the door to his small apartment of sorts here at the Amusement park. Not that Mary would be all that thrilled to find little, red smears along everything he touched. Not that he cared. What would the old man do, play a sad screechy tune on his ugly fiddle? Or maybe he'd transform it and start another gunfight.
A hunger lit his eyes at the thought, even though he'd just sated the urge not an hour ago. A staccato of bullets would definitely be more interesting to hear than his blasted playing. A whole gunfight played out in his mind as he cleaned up, he could see so clearly the two of them dodging and chasing through the park, testing the other's skill. Screams from the faceless, a gleeful whoop as a bullet found it's mark, and-
And Alice looking at him with a frown and wide, blue eyes. Huh.
He dropped the rag on the rim of the bathroom sink and didn't bother to look in the smudgy mirror at himself. Something about the thought of seeing his eyes still alight with the thrill of the hunt made his stomach twist. Dropping himself into the chair at his worktable, he cleared off a space for one of his boxes and pushed up the lid. Bits of metal gleamed back at him in the low light, and without thinking he reached in his pocket and pulled out a few brass buttons. He thumbed them over absentmindedly, brushing off dried blood as he turned them over.
He hadn't meant to kill the faceless guard, he'd just been in the way. Another botched attempt to sneak into gardens at the Queen's castle to see if he could annoy Peter or Ace. Well, he found Ace at least. The poor fool was lost in the maze again and Boris couldn't help himself. Ace might be quicker and better with a sword, true, but that didn't stop Boris from trying his luck anyway. And when the guard came around the corner of the tall hedge, well. At the time it had only added fuel to the fire for him, the excitement and rush of toying with that very fine line between life and death. It was all just a game after all, but Alice didn't share that view.
He had almost explained to her how it didn't matter, how none of this was irreplaceable. Not the Faceless, not the Role holders, not anyone here at all. Except her. If Ace had managed to kill him what would it matter? His clock would be taken, cleaned up, and the next Cheshire would be 'born' as if he never was and everything would move right along. In this place it all meant nothing, so playing with oblivion at least let them feel something.
But he wasn't sure if that would be against the rules, and games were boring without rules. He could always choose to bend or break it later, but for now it was more interesting to see her reactions to things. Confusing and eye-opening in a way, to try and think of it from her point of view. A life ending, and truly ending, because of a bullet. Maybe his bullet.
The desire to mold the brass buttons into a new medal for his boa withered as he continued to worry them in his hands. He'd had an idea for melting them down and pounding the metal into a brass heart perhaps, but the inspiration and urge had drained out of him. Not that Alice would know where it came from or perhaps even notice, but he had airily promised her he'd try to stop killing. If only because the very concept was something new and interesting. A different view of the world, a different game to play.
And the prize was to see her eyes light up, and perhaps even a smile cross that worried face. She was something different for sure, he could never guess what she'd say next and the puzzle of her was enticing. Nightmare wouldn't say much, and Peter was right-out trying to keep her all to himself; which made her all the more interesting to him. Perhaps he'd seek her out, though perhaps not. He could nap the afternoon away and pester the twins and tweak Blood's nose, as it were. He'd probably do best to keep away from the Castle for awhile, and the thought of seeing Alice so soon after a kill soured the mood a little.
Yes, a nap and a romp around the Mafia's estate might do him some good. It would be interesting at least, and it was always in good fun.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 2:21 pm
Info: After Alice's first visit to the Amusement Park to spend time with him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 2:42 pm
Info: After visiting the outside world and meeting Lavi and Gig.
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