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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:22 pm
Marche shrugged.
"It's an interesting conversation topic. Say if you have any better ideas."
He grinned.
"Why, are you shy about women, Hatter? I never would've guessed..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:26 pm
The Guard flushed slightly and sat back with his arms still crossed, "NO!! I am not shy about women. I just don't care to look into that subject." He snatched his cup and downed the last bit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:30 pm
Marche picked at his teeth with a gloved thumb.
"Awwwwww. Well, Gwend-- I mean, the White Queen MUST look the least bit attractive to you. Pale skin, curves, young and pure body. Not a single idea of what is going on? No wonder the Lion and the Unicorn are fighting over her. Rrrroooow."
[[I love Marche lol XD]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:40 pm
[[hatter's too stupid to realize any of this, he kinda reminds me of Warden when he has a breakdown. XD]]
The Guard rolled his eyes at the Hare and pushed his hat back a bit, "Like I said, never thought about this subject. The only love in my life is Anya." At that Hatter pulled from behind his back the Callahan Autolock, clutching it tenderly he smiled at the comforting weight of it in his hands. "She's been with me no matter what has or will happen.."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:49 pm
Marche raised an eyebrow.
"A gun? No offense, but a gun can't..."
He stopped there, wishing to keep the adultness of his language to a minimum.
He thought.
"I, uh, don't think I know the love of my life..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:54 pm
Hatter shot Marche a look as he tucked the weapon behind him, "I know guns can't do what your thinking. Its merely a comfort that helps me move on." The Guard hatched and idea and grinned widely at it, "What about you? You've been around the mulberry bush multiple times. What women suits your fancy?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:59 pm
Marche picked his teeth.
"I'm not picky. I go for anything clean and slender with two X chromosomes, really. If they have extra bonuses like beauty and enjoyment in what I do, then even better. In terms of counting, eighteen years old is my most vivid year, so..."
He began to count on his fingers, but he went past twenty, and even thirty in his counting.
"Maaaaan. March is a godsend to me."
[[By 'enjoyment', he doesn't mean 'consent'. Basically, whether or not they have to go to the hospital afterwards. XD]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:04 pm
[[Oh my... XD thats kinky XDD but expected from rabbits]]
"You didn't even hesitate. Then again its in your natural instincts to go hormone crazy." Hatter rose from his seat and stretched his arms, "I don't know about you, but I want to go do something."
((gotta go for today. sorry! Dx))
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:11 pm
[[especially hares... they're violent.]]
Marche laughed.
"We can only leave this place if we have an errand for the Queen. the Queen of Hearts is still on our tail, you know..."
He nodded.
"Me helping White was pushing it, if anything."
[[bye!]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:00 pm
The tuxedo shoes sunk into the soft ground, leaving behind a trail of noticeable footprints. Dense shadows blanketed the forest. Though, White felt as if this was all new found. He held onto the rifle with a tight grip. Uncertainty ran though his mind. He looked back and forth to ensure no one was about.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:22 pm
Fierro, The Cheshire Cat, saw the cook and decided to have a little fun. "Hey Tinkerbell," he called, makeing fun of her last name. He had fun annoying the cook every now and then. Her and her tasteless tounge, he chuckled slightly as he thought of the poor girl's tasteless life.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:06 am
Eileen turned around, and saw the cat.
"Oh! You think I'm beautiful? How kind of you cat. My body's fully healed you know. Forgive me if I glow a bit."
She had made cakes and buns, and, wrapping them up in cheesecloth, left, going towards the street where White, Marche and Hatter lived.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:21 am
The Cat followed, having no other interesting occurence happening. He looked around when they arrived and noticed The March Hare, now named Marche, The Mad Hatter, nicknamed Hatter, and The White Rabbit, nicknamed White. They were old.... aquantinces of is. One way or another, they all knew each other, and they all knew alice. He followed the cook silently.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 12:35 pm
[[The March Hare has always been named Marche, in the canon.
White is far away, but I meant his HOUSE is there.]]
Marche saw Eileen, and visibly flinched.
"...o-oh."
Eileen smiled.
"I have a bunch of cakes. And guess what? None of them are for you!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:15 pm
Hatter jumped at Eileen's sudden appearance, the smell of food made his mouth water and he slowly inched closer to the Cook. The half gallon of tea he had drunk earlier long forgotten by this delicious aroma.
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