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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:31 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"I've been using my brains."
Pol frowned and reached up to squeeze his throbbing shoulder. Sure it hurt like hell but he wouldn't go to the nurse, he wasn't going to seek medical care any time soon anyway. It would heal on it's own, and it's not like the nurse would be able to do anything for him. Some painkillers and a legit little holder that he could drape over his neck were all that he would probably get. The belt was fine though and he didn't NEED painkillers, he could get though this.
"My arm's... Fine. It's fine. Did he tell you what happened?"
Peter wouldn't say Martin's name, no. He almost wanted to wipe him from the face of the earth. But... that could wait. The boy needed to get stronger before he could retaliate and take out the great oaf.
"Did he say that he pulled my arm out of it's socket for fun? Or did he say I told him to do it?"
The anger behind Pol's voice was thick and he obviously held a grudge. If he was going to have to be in this building for much longer some of these people needed to change. Especially Martin. The boy would rue the day that he injured little Peter.
Pan looked to his fairy friend and gave a little cunning smirk. It was a look she would be able to recognize... It meant that Pol was planing something, that he wasn't going to give up ever. Pan almost never gave up.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 11:39 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
When Schraeder heard Andy coming at him from behind, he stopped and sighed. He even rolled his eyes when he felt Andy try to grab him around the neck. He tensed for the inevitable force to be applied to his windpipe, but for some reason it never came. He felt the kid slump down to the ground, finally out of fight. The King turned and looked down at Andy. It was really a shame that it had come to this. It would be a major pain for everyone, and there was no way to avoid it. He hadn't wanted to break this guy, but he just kept pushing and pushing until Schraeder had lost it. He looked at Bianca and how she cringed at the sight. He needed to make changes if he wanted to be with her; he had already decided that. He sighed when he realized what he had to do. Bending down, he took Andy's wrist and armpit and lifted him into a chair. After setting him down, Schraeder pulled him up and swung his arm below Andy's legs, carrying him princess-style. He went to the door and undid the locks with one hand, pushed it open, and went into the hall. He crossed to Ephraim's door and knocked loudly, going for several straight seconds before he stopped. After waiting for a minute with no response, Schraeder growled and turned around. This time, he headed towards Andy's room, now aware that Bianca was following him. Making his way to Andy's door, he glanced down to see that one of his pins for lockpicking had fallen here earlier, when he had been snared. Perfect. The King picked the lock and went in, then deposited Andy on his bed. He sighed and looked around. "Well," he said to himself and Bianca, "what now?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:16 am
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White  Bianca knew that Andy wouldn't have just up and left. She was right in the fact that he would still go after Stetson. However, before he could really do anything, he fell to the ground, unconscious. Yes, she did cringe at the sight. However, she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the Arabian. Didn't want to try to either.
Bianca had been about to ask what they should do with him, since obviously he couldn't leave on his own, when Stetson picked him up and sat him down. Ah, so he was going to move him wherever. During the time Andy was being slung over Stetson's shoulder, she lifted up her right foot and pulled the two thorns out of it. One was in her heel, the other was about an inch below the base of her big toe. Yeah, they hurt, but it was bearable.
With that being done, she slipped her shoe back on and followed Stetson out of his room. She was kind of glad that Ephraim hadn't answered his door. From what she had heard, their last run in hadn't been too pleasant. She was certain that this one wouldn't have been either. So, they made their way to Andy's room.
On their way there, she was positive that she was hearing something out of place. She hesitated out in the hall a moment after Stetson had picked the lock. That gave her brain enough time to process the noise. Crap! She hurried herself inside and shut the door quickly and quietly. Sure enough, she looked out the peep hole and spotted a figure walking through the halls. A teacher. The noise she had heard was footsteps.
Now, they couldn't very well go strolling back out into the hall and explain what the two of them were doing leaving another student's room. No, especially in the state they were in. She silently locked the door back and turned to Stetson when he addressed her. "We can't leave the way we came...." She said simply, heading to the sliding glass door and opening it. She was uneasy in Andy's room, and she had to get out. "So, I suppose there is only one way...Since I really don't want to be caught by a teacher..."
Of course, that way was by climbing across the balconies. Something that made Bianca uneasy, for she had never done so before. She was pretty sure the feeling was shown on her face..
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:26 am
 { // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron grinned, noting that the Queen’s interest had been piqued at the proposal, as evidenced by her putting her book down to hear what he had to say. Though, if she were to find out what it was before they actually got there, she’d discard the idea immediately, which would not benefit him in the least.
“I’m taking you to Wonderland,” he remarked snidely, rolling his eyes and hopped off the bed, taking her hand in his, tugging at it lightly.
“C’mon…please?” he encouraged, figuring his additional beseeching may make her more willing. Despite her answer, he pulled her out of the bed, slipping on his shoes and allowed her to do the same before dragging her out of the room and down the dorm hallway. He knew she would want to retire for the evening soon, so he wouldn’t give her the chance before he was able to show her his favorite place in the entire Academy.
He led her up the spiral staircase that would take them to the roof of the school. It was obvious that trips to the roof were infrequent due to the impressive amounts of cobweb and dust strewn across them.
Normally he would have simply scaled the outside walls, but he was not confident in Lilith’s climbing abilities, nor could he carry her. She was about the same size as he was, and he couldn’t lug an extra person around, so they would have to make do with tedious stair climbing.
At last, they finally arrived at an ancient wooden door. Cameron jiggled the handle, the door swinging open to the rooftop. He guided her out into the starlit night and to the edge, where he had come so many times before in the years he had been attending the Academy.
“This,” he started, gesturing to the sky, “is what I wanted to show you.”
He’d never brought anyone else up here with him before; he’d wanted to keep it to himself, but he didn’t mind Lilith being aware of his secret hiding place. Without any lights to block out the sky like they so often did in the city, the stars were scattered densely for miles, each more bright and twinkling than the first. Though he had been sarcastic about it being Wonderland, he felt it was rather fitting in its own sense.
Cameron leaned back against the roof, releasing Lil’s hand and grinned up at her. If she really felt the need to return to her room after going through all that trouble, he would gladly humor her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 12:23 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
 Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith rolled her eyes at the vague answer. Of course he wouldn't tell her, no, then she most likely would have shot him down. Cam didn't want that. So, he resorted to begging her. Lil pursed her lips. She didn't like not knowing what she was getting herself into.
She had opened her mouth to answer him, but was cut off as he practically dragged her out of bed. Lilith nearly tripped over her own to feet as she was pulled across the floor to her shoes. It didn't look like she was getting out of this easily. So, she frowned as she slipped her shoes on her feet.
By the time that was accomplished, he began leading her out of her dorm and down the hall. They were lucky that they didn't run into any teachers.
Well, she was, at least. Cam could have just disappeared if they had. Which, by the way, wouldn't have been any fair.
Soon enough, she didn't realize where they were headed. She had never been to that part of the school before. The set of stairs he was leading her up were proof that not a lot of others had been either. They were covered with dust and Lil had to wipe several cobwebs off of her face. Which made her look like she was spazzing out a bit.
After what seemed like ages, Cam opened an old, weathered, wooden door. Almost immediately upon stepping out into the night, she was explained that this is what he had wanted to show her. Great, she was up on the roof. That in itself worried her. Instead of venturing that far out, she too, leaned up against the side of the building like Cam was.
Once she felt a bit more at ease, she looked up at the night sky. Due to the lack of light pollution, you could see millions more stars. In all, it was quite beautiful and reminded you just how small you really were. It was nice for Cameron to want to show her this, but she felt odd. Not a lot of people were nice to her. Granted, she wasn't nice to them. Still, despite that fact, he still tried. It confused her.
"Cameron....Why would you bring me here?" She asked, quite seriously with a hint of curiosity peeking through her tone. She needed an answer. It didn't make sense to her why he would go through all that trouble with her to show her something like this. She didn't deserve it. Something that would take forever for her to admit, but it was true.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:37 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron smirked and shrugged. “I guess I thought you would like it,” he raised his hands in mock hopelessness. “But, if it's not up to par with your standards, I suppose you could walk all the way back.”
He didn't mind either way; he loved being up here, and would stay for a while, even if she didn't. Though, letting her leave by herself at such an hour would be unceremonious; there was no telling what kind of characters may be prowling through the cover of night – or teachers for that matter, and heaven forbid Lilith be caught by a teacher. He would go after her if she did decide to go...eventually.
He looked over at her, noticing the serious expression she wore. He grinned, prodding at her shoulder with his finger.“Lighten up, Queenie. I think you're just grand,” he chided lightly, grinning in a bemused manner.
He found it odd that she seemed to feel unworthy of such a simple gesture of kindness; though, there really wasn't much other motive behind dragging her up here except to keep his boredom at bay. Despite that, he figured that she would at least act like she was deserving of it. She wasn't chosen to be the Red Queen for nothing, after all.
Though she was cold to him most of the time, he refused to give up on breaking her out of her shell. Perhaps that was his reason for tolerating her; they were both on a mission of sorts – he to break down the frigid front she put up, and she to solve the mystery of why he thought like he did. While he was just as determined as she was, if not more, in his intent, he would make it all the more difficult for Lilith to be successful in hers.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:46 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith sighed and rolled her eyes. She hadn't meant to suggest that it wasn't 'up to par' for it was quite beautiful indeed. Lil knew that Cam knew that she hadn't meant to be uptight about it. Of course, he would go about acting like usual. Not giving her a true answer. No, the Cheshire Cat never did that.
As it was, she hadn't considered marching herself back to her dorm. No, it was nice outside and she was secure against the wall. She'd only move when it was time to leave, for fear of tripping over her own two feet once again and plunging off the side of the roof. She tensed after she felt a finger being poked into her shoulder.
Lil hated being poked. However, instead of biting his head off, for that would indicate yet another thing he could bug her with, she just shrugged. It was more of a combination of the who and what time it was that she had decided that it wasn't worth it. Instead, she reached up and ruffled his hair, making sure his bangs would fall in his face. She knew he kept trying to keep them out of his line of sight, so she'd just add to that effort.
"Grand, eh? More like magnificent..." She stated with a quiet laugh. Lil did her best to stifle a yawn before sitting down on the roof. No use in standing up the whole time. Her back was against the wall, and she pulled her knees up to her chest. Yup, sitting was definitely better than standing. Safer as well.
"So, this is your little hiding spot?" Lil asked, mainly to keep herself awake. Plus, he probably dragged her up there in the first place because she was being boring. To change that, she figured she could at least start a conversation.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:53 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron felt her stiffen after he poked her, drawing his finger back in fear of it being it bitten off. He blinked as she tousled his hair, his bangs falling into his eyes. He hadn't expected her to be so...forward.
Perhaps she was becoming delirious from lack of sleep, as this behavior was completely unlike her. He turned his face up towards the sky so she wouldn't be able to catch his eye twitching slightly as he brushed his bangs out of his vision, taking a mental note that Lilith did not take kindly to being poked, and that he was in desperate need of a haircut, the latter of which would never happen.
He smirked at her comment. “Of course, your Majesty, simply magnificent.” he drawled sardonically, sliding his back against the wall, taking a seat beside her. He appreciated her effort into trying to strike up a conversation when she was clearly becoming more lethargic as the minutes passed.
“Yep. This is where I come when the adoring masses get to be too overwhelming,” he uttered with false weariness, touching the back of his hand to his forehead and leaned his head against the wall in a dramatic gesture of exhaustion.
Though he didn't have his own fan club to worship him, he did occasionally just want to be away from everyone; he couldn't be affectionate all the time, sometimes he just wanted a little time to himself.
There had been countless times in which he'd fallen asleep up here, his mind getting lost in thought as he gazed at the stars. Without an alarm clock to keep his abnormal sleeping patterns in check, he was usually late to class in that particular scenario; he didn't even need to make up an excuse anymore as to why he wasn't there on time because his teachers did not appreciate the outlandish tales that he would spend the entire class period telling.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:12 pm
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Lilith Cosette Petran The Red Queen Lilith was a bit proud of herself for catching him off guard with her actions. Ruffling his hair seemed like something that would irk him as much as him poking her. Well, maybe just getting the bangs in his face. She had noted that he looked up as he fixed his hair. Was there an emotion that flickered across his face that he had wanted to prevent her from seeing? Probably so. Then again, he could have just wanted to look up at the stars.
When he sat down beside her, she rested her head on his shoulder. She only did so due to the fact that she didn't want to hold it up anymore, and his shoulder would be more comfortable than the wall. Once that was done, she took a deep breath. It would be interesting to see how he interpreted that action of hers.
Adoring masses, that one actually made her a bit amused. Just the mental image alone of Cam being chased by a horde of people made her giggle. Once she heard the sound escape her, she did her best to stop. The abrupt halt to her laughter would sound quite odd. Yes, she must definitely be getting tired.
"Well, it is nice up here...I'll give you that..." She replied sleepily. Lil yawned again. She hated yawning. It was such a waste of effort. Plus, if you tried not to yawn, it made you want to yawn ten times more. She'd rather have the hiccups than have to yawn. At least hiccups were easy to get rid of.
After a few more moments of silence, she decided to close her eyes for a bit. No, not as in going to sleep. Just to rest them a moment. "Thanks..." She said softly while keeping her eyes closed. She wasn't sure if he'd hear her, but it wouldn't matter. Lil still said it. That word went to encompass everything. Him tolerating her, him bringing her up here, etc. Despite how cold she might come off as, it still meant something to her. Something that was easier to admit while she was near asleep.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:20 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
A teacher? That was unfortunate. Schraeder had no problem leaping out the window and over the balcony, but he doubted Bianca had any experience in parkour. That would be difficult. But first things first. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Andy's desk and hastily but neatly wrote a small memo. He left it on the desk, and it read: Don't come after us again. I don't want to have to do that to you a second time.
-SSThat done, he went to the window and looked out. They were on the first floor, so it should be a problem, but...Bianca was limping slightly, for whatever reason (no time to figure it out now) and she probably couldn't do this anyway. So Schraeder stepped past her and hopped over the edge, falling the ten feet to the ground and rolling to avoid hurting his legs. He stood and dusted himself off before turning back around. "Come on, jump," he called softly to Bianca. "I'll catch you, just trust me." He smiled up at her slightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:35 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca stayed out on the balcony as Stetson went about doing something in Andy's room. She didn't see, and didn't feel like going back in to check. So, she leaned on the railing, looking down at the ground. It wasn't that far down, to be honest. She'd been up higher than that in a tree before. However, she had branches to help her get up that far.
There weren't branches beneath the balcony now. She heard footsteps approaching her and she turned to see Stetson. He easily hopped over the edge, causing her eyes to widen a bit and a small gasp to escape her lips. Now, she knew he wouldn't have done that unless he knew he wouldn't injure himself. Still, it worried her.
Wait, what? He wanted her to jump? Bianca bit her lip, not sure if she could work up the guts to do so. She turned quickly and shut the sliding glass door that led to Andy's room and returned to peer over the side. Taking a deep breath, she thought a moment. Yes, she did trust him, that wasn't the issue.
No, her working up the guts and keeping her mouth shut while she fell were. She pulled one leg over the side, then the other. Her stomach was now up against the railing, feet on the balcony, but she was outside the safety the bars provided. She then crouched down, holding onto the bars of the railing. Next step was for her to pull her feet off, which she did. Now, she was just hanging there by her arms. She looked down at Stetson. "You ready?" She said loud enough for him to hear, but not too loud.
By taking all those steps, she ensured that she was closer to the ground when she fell. That would also make it easier for Stetson to catch her. Well, at least she hoped it did. A moment later she let go, clenching her jaw closed so no sound would come out. Instinctively, she braced herself for impact. Whether or not she would come in contact with Stetson's arms first, she didn't know.
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:48 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Bianca was lowering herself as much as possible before jumping; that was good! Schraeder was impressed with her cleverness. She asked if he was ready and he responded by nodding silently and taking a step forward so he was right under her. Then she released her grip, and Schraeder took a quick breath and held it before reaching out to catch her. The girl was a bit lighter than Schraeder had expected, and he caught her pretty easily, though he nearly lost his balance on the damp grass. He quickly rebalanced, though, and smiled as he saw that Bianca had closed her eyes. "I've got you," he murmured to her, looking at her with raised eyebrows when she opened her eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked. "I know that must have been hard."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:02 pm
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
I, I, I, am thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅
Snow White Bianca hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until she felt Stetson's arms catch her. She felt him stumble for a moment, and she grew worried for a moment. Had she knocked him off balance? Had she hurt him when he caught her? She didn't know, her eyes were still clenched shut. She took a breath in.
She opened her eyes when she heard him speak. Yes, he did have her. She smiled at that fact. "I'm fine..." She said softly. It wasn't that bad, to be honest. It actually reminded her of when she was little and would let herself drop off of tree branches. Of course she didn't let go from that high up, but still.
"It wasn't that difficult..." She admitted. However, she felt a bit awkward remaining in his arms like that. After all, he still had a decision to make. At that realization, she bit her lip and thought a moment. "I can get down now..." She said with a small blush. Sure, she might have just helped him get a hold of Andy but that didn't mean that he had already made up his mind.
Once again, thinking back on it, she realized that Andy got the crap beat out of him due to her. Well, not completely, but still. If she hadn't snagged his ear when she had the chance, all of that wouldn't have happened. For once, all that drama didn't bother her. Funny how fast some things could change. With that thought, she made her way to get out of his arms, that was, if he'd let her..
And I, I, I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Whoooooooa what the hell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:25 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
"Good," he said, nodding. "I do things like that a lot, and it takes a lot of practice. You did a good job though." He nearly blushed when she said that he could let her down, though; he hadn't realized how much he enjoyed holding her and how long they had been standing there. When she went to get down, he bent a little and helped her, allowing her to slip away. He stepped back a bit and nodded. She had helped him with Andy, yes - he wouldn't have even known the rat was there without her help. But he couldn't forget that the only reason they caught Andy was because he was sending Bianca home after what she did. It would be very hard for him to get over this, though the more he thought about it, the more he realized that she had sort of proven to him whose side he was on when she had helped him hurt Andy. That counted for something, right? "I guess you should head back to your room," Schraeder said hesitantly. "It's getting really late and you probably have class and stuff to do tomorrow." He looked away for a moment. "I'd still be okay with going to the movies, though," he added after a silent pause. He looked up at her and smiled a little.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 6:29 pm
{ // Cameron Riley Jones ♥
The Cheshire Cat. Cameron could tell that Lilith was feeling a bit smug with her impressive feat of managing to strike a nerve. He was still rather taken aback himself.
He didn't think too much of her leaning her head on his shoulder; her previous actions had proved that she was not in her usual frame of mind, so he couldn't really hold any strange mannerisms against her at this point in time. He merely rested his head atop hers, glancing down at her, arching an eyebrow as she sighed before looking back to the stars.
Cameron jumped a bit when she giggled, completely unprepared for her to utter such a sound; at what was even more curious – he hadn't said anything particularly funny, had he? Hilarious as he was, he couldn't recall saying anything that would stir up such a reaction from the Red Queen, which brought him back to the conclusion of sleep deprivation. He tensed a bit but managed to recover easily from his startled state, relaxing back against the wall and replaced his head on top of hers. She must have realized that the laugh was extremely out of character because she paused suddenly.
“You're just chock full of surprises, aren'tcha?” he muttered rhetorically, rolling his eyes. Curiouser and curiouser, indeed.
“Why, thank you, Queenie,” he grinned, “I'm not a complete waste of air,” he remarked as an afterthought, shifting slightly so as to accommodate Lilith into a more comfortable position as she yawned.
He remained silent for a brief period before she spoke up again. What was this? Was the Queen actually showing gratitude for a worthless peasant such as he? Though, he wasn't quite sure cats actually fit into the caste system of society; however, he supposed that since the Chesire Cat belonged to the Duchess, he was of a higher status than any old alley cat, but those were all trivial details, it was the principle of the matter.
“You're welcome, Lil...” But, what exactly was she thanking him for? It probably didn't matter; she was in a sleep-deprived delusion, it could be anything. She would probably take it all back the next morning when she realized she was going to have to walk all the way back down. He could probably carry her if she threw a royal b***h fit...carrying someone down the stairs and trying to carry them while climbing a wall were completely different matters, and he was more so willing to try his luck on the principal rather than the latter.
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