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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:23 pm
Being a person who had lived her entire life with a hint of insanity, she hardly noticed the difference as it now took over her mind. The cure... It did not cure her. It may in fact have made things worse. Safely locked away from the rest, she sat there, in the middle of the room, petting the grunny she had once cursed at. "It's alright, my dear... They'll never... Never... They cannot take our Wonderland... No...." She kept talking to the critter, and as insanity rose, she started to forget that it could not answer her.
It was not a pretty sight. Moments earlier, she had changed into her night gown, muttering something about "To sleep... And maybe dream?" Suddenly, she had turned full of rage, trying to find light by ripping off the curtains, only to find that her precious window had been barred from outside. At this point, she fell on her knees, crying, with the delicate curtains over her head. Soon she began writing on the walls, scribbled notes of the last things she remembered. All were quotes from books and poems, nonsensical rhymes and random names of people she once knew. Somewhere in the mess of words, even her true name was hidden...
So now she sat there, as her last bit of sanity was running out. One moment, she was hoping to die, and the other she was hoping for a knight to rescue her. Constantly talking to the grunny, that seemed to have taken a liking to her. "Oh Alice dear, where have you been... So near, so far, so inbetween... What have you heard, what have you seen... Please... Alice..." The Freak looked her new "friend" in the eyes, and spoke sweetly one last time. "Why, dearest, could you not be the rabbit I was looking for?" She then began to cry again, looking at her mask on the floor. Even the face she had been trying to hide would soon fade.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:26 pm
The demonic elf was roaming the halls once again, killing any grunnies foolish enough to try to gnaw on her head. She was finally beginning to tire, however, and started looking for a room to hide out in to rest. She was passing a door when she hears movement on the other side and she goes to cautiously open it, wary that it might just be another swarm of grunnies. She silently goes inside the room, eye picking up the shape of something somewhat human shaped by the window. "'Ello?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:39 pm
The white lady sat on the floor, holding onto an equally pale grunny, which seemed to be making no resistence. Before her laid a familiar mask, and there appeared to be some rather sloppy writing on the floor, alike that which covered the walls.
"My dearest knight, your name is but a forgotten memory, perhaps beginning with an M or N. Or possibly both. But I still r"
And there it came to a sudden stop, the pen laying by the words, ink spilling out on the floor. As the other woman entered, she did not even move an inch. The grunny in her arms only looked up briefly and sniffed the air, but stayed ever so calmly in place. Was it perhaps too late? She might be dead...
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:47 pm
The elf instantly scowls, eying the now still woman. "Knight my a**... Should have brought Spice along to get her soul." She slowly slips further into the room to check the woman, knife at the ready to defend herself should the grunny in her arms make a move for her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 2:36 pm
Then, without movement, she speaks. Her once sweet tone now being long gone, she mumbles "The cat killed... Curiousity... Dead..." There was very little of her mind left in there, and the bloodthirst wasn't far away. The grunny looked up at Daenes once more, with a hiss.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 2:59 pm
"Either your going zombie, losing your marbles, or both... Those cowards hiding in that room would probably be pissed if I just put you out of your misery." Daenes sighs, eying the woman and grunny warily. She bares her teeth in a feral snarl at the grunny, crouching in a defensive stance with her knife at the ready to defend. "Come on then."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:26 pm
As the grunny gept hissing and growling at their visitor, the Freak began to snap out of it. But what she snapped in to, might be far more worse...
The white figure struggled to stand up, still holding on to the grunny. Once upright, she spoke with a heavy breath and deep, unnerving voice. "LEAVE. ME. BE." Taking a wobbly step forward, then another step back, she fought to remain her true self. But her attempts to stay human would appear to be a waste, as all that remained in her was the sorrow and rage. "DON'T. TOUCH. RA- ...grrrrrr... Rabbit..."
The identity confused woman stumbled backwards, leaning on a wall. "They let me... No... They wouldn't... No... No... Not they... They would... They did..." She muttered, followed by a deep growl, as she moved towards the door. Had the madness been sen free?
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:34 pm
"Both then. ******** lovely..." She backs up towards the door, still watching the woman and grunny like a hawk. "Don't suppose you'd mind taking that cloth off your head so I can see how far gone you are?" She didn't really expect an answer as she nudges the door open more with a foot, ready to fight or bolt.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 4:44 pm
The nearly hallowed shell of a woman stopped for a moment. A deep memory stirred up. Something long avoided. Something... Unpleasant. "MY FACE!" She cried out, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. In a last outburst, she threw herself towards the door, pushing the other aside. The Freak ran down hallway, in straight direction of the Haven. Her long veil billowing behind her, alike a storybook ghost, as her cries slowly turned into moans, and she began to slow down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 4:59 pm
Daenes stumbles to the side as she's shoved, staring after the crazed woman in bewilderment. "Her face..?" She frowns, running after the strange woman, slowing when she does to avoid getting to close and risk being attacked. She would simply follow and observe. For now...
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