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Mad Mr Hatter Report | 04/30/2015 7:13 am

Vincent only looked mildly perplexed, when she suggested that she knew what it was his 'studies' were about, too few knew what bizarre sciences he held in the East wing of his lofty estate, and usually when they discovered them, they were horrified... and often... had to be altered in the preservation of secrets. In fact, beside the young lady with her own queer tastes... his dear brother... with his own macabre sense of desires was the only to know the full scheme of it all. Jervis on the other hand, did fish a glance beyond the glass toward the elder gent, his pale haired brother... a sort of playful sadistic whimsy 'The Jig is up a*****e' a lopsided grin plastered on his handsome face. But before either could comment on it, Rebecca once more began to speak, once again becoming the center of attention, squabbling could wait... "I suppose it is only fair I tell you about.... myself. I used to be able to walk once. Long ago. I could run and jump and dance. Now? Now, it hurts too much for me to move them..." she confessed, heartfelt and almost sad... "--The Father was an excellent dollmaker, but he could never make a fully working automaton. Tell me, do you know what it's like to have food in front of you and unable to eat? Oh, I can eat if I want. But where does it go? Doll's don't eat. It's painful to have it removed, so painful! Once a month, I can eat. Once! Only once! And the food! It tastes so good! But then-! Then, tomorrow, comes the removal and the pain!" " the brothers were unsure if the question had been rhetorical but nonetheless Jervis would interject as he was accustomed to do, "--I don't, but Vincent does..." and Vincent would shake his head, "--Pitifully simplified, but yes... I understand your sorrow over enjoyment of delicacies, at least in a sense... product of my own negligence and determination I'm afraid... nothing compared to yours... mine was by choice..." Silencing Jervis once more with a cutting glance like silver daggers, he allowed the Lady the floor respectfully, "But you didn't come here to hear about my trials and tribulations. You came here because I requested you to. Curiosity brought you to me." For some time the screams had been like listless music playing repeatedly on an old record player, and then suddenly it stopped... dead silence that almost hurt the Hatters ears... as if some how it was sharper... static noise. Counter acted by this grisly affair was the calm demeanor the lady carried, at this absurd social gathering... such a strange woman indeed, not that either of the brothers mind.... sometimes it was refreshing to meet another as ruthless and volatile as they... sometimes. The end result had left a small glossy jar holding a set of eyes in formaldehyde basking in the window like a pie on the sill set to cool, almost as if staring out at them. "Mr Jervis, you may have them. Think of them as- a thank-you gift. For keeping a lonely girl company." "--Lonely?" Vincent started, Jervis not quite making his way towards the room just yet to fetch his prize, '--That surprises me... a lady of your stature, seems you'd have quests frequently..." "--They check out quickly in the Midnight Meat Wagon..." a slight joke as he chuckled looking towards the entertainment who'd all but bled out on the floors and died of shock. While Jervis went to retrieve the gorish momento, Vincent took the time to address the Lady on more formal terms, adjusting his gloves thoughtlessley, "--I mean no offense my dear... but have you ever given any thought to... corrective surgery for your improperly working parts? As you certainly already know... I specialize in such fields... automatons..."

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 04/15/2015 8:55 am

Vincent had done the honors of carrying her over to the sofa, very nearly insisting much to the Hatters chagrin, who quietly pushed the wheelchair off to the side for when they'd need it again, and when this was done, when their hostess was comfortable, they took their appropriate seats. Smiling contently in her own devious way towards the both of them, she spoke up, "We can enjoy the entertainment before we eat. Or even while we eat. Whichever." the brothers didn't care much what they did, neither had an appetite for the moment... at least not the kind food could satiate. A simple gesture, and from the shadows emerged another of the ladies maids, simple Jervis had dismissed her... off-ness... more pleased in admiring the tapestry on the wall, then the servant, but Vincent noticed it immediately, strange like the girls face was... borrowed... he had a keen eye for these things in his profession, and probably stared at her a little too long. 'You may begin' and like that the show started, Neither brother had known what to expect when they had arrived in the ladies dining hall. Both were taken in by the decor that surrounded them, timeless elegance wrapped in something darker. But Even more astonished were they, when they saw what entertainment was in store for them when the proverbial curtains parted. For the Hatter it was sick glee, unaware that she had it within her. And for the older brother, pure fascination, and a small slip of twisted Justice, the desire to study her further in a more proper scientific setting, what a lovely addition to his collection she would have made, he thought softly to himself, glancing over at the hostess whose expression appeared like a starving man set before a grand feast... famished... greed... he was assured at times he often held that very same expression. It seems they were watching a sort of surgery... even now the man's screams were certainly ear shattering if it had not been for the glass that slightly dampened the noise, it was obvious with his posture against the binds, that he was feeling every excruciating moment of each cut, that sedatives had not been used... wetting his thin lips, Vincent was the one to speak, Jervis staring at the event with wide eyes like a kid in a candy store, "--You said you were making a doll? I know a thing or two about doll making..." he chimed, chuckling softly at his own private joke... afterall they didn't call him Toymaker for nothing...

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 04/08/2015 7:48 am

The pair of gentlemen would briefly look towards the maid as she left, but nothing lasting as their eyes once again fell upon the true prize before them, the lady Rebecca, even the lush refinement of the home that surrounded them were not quite as striking as she, a quality left to be desired. To their sides the sound of a distant door opening and closing would sound off the woman's delicate voice, speaking to their guests in a matter of fact tone, "It is fine. I do not mind the addition of one. I had planned on it." Jervis and Vincent exchanging quick glances between one another, a silent acknowledgement expressing their concern for one another to be wary, after all they had trouble trusting rich reclusive socialites, with money and influence at ones fingers, things were all too easily won, lost, and swept under the rug never to be seen again, Vincent knew all too well... they both did. Her voice again would have drawn their attentions back, "Mr Jervis, you will push me, The end of the hall, if you would be so kind." ." so decisive, so simple, and with it they'd follow orders, the Hatter pushing the lady where it was she needed to go, carrying her if necessary if they needed to venture up stairs for whatever reason, and beside them the elegant, tastefully elder Vincent... Toymaker keeping pace, occasionally getting the door for them, team work... beyond the first door, Rebecca would turn her fair face up to meet Vincents own, "--"I knew you would insist on coming." and he would smile, voice educated and proper with a tinge of some misplaced accent, "--Then you'd know I was highly intrigued by your... case.... and with it, you must know what I specialize in?" and if she didn't, well he'd be all too happy to indulge her if she cared. But before he could get a definitive answer, she added, "I have taken the opportunity to provide dinner and entertainment." and they'd both nod silently, prepared for anything... never dine at a nobles without an immunity to most poisons... Jervis firstly, finally chiming at the back, leaning in so that the lady could hear him, "--That will do just nicely, thank you dearest..." and then Vincent, "--Lovely home you have here my dear, seems rather lonely I imagine... do you receive many guests?" he questioned eyes flitting over this and that cleverly and alert from behind dark blue pill glasses.... until finally they reached their destination...

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 03/31/2015 7:34 am

Having exited the carriage and greeted by the staff, they had been lead in through the front door into the open parlor, both declined parting with their Hats and coats, but none more fiercely then Jervis, who would have clawed the butlers eyes out had he made a sudden movement towards his beloved hat, none were allowed to touch his headwear but he. As they departed, perhaps to fetch the lady, or attend their usual duties, Jervis bordered the edge of the room, glancing at this and that, desiring to stop and admire each nick nack, but even more so to turn them over in his hands, to inspect them with artistic fingers. The more reserved elder brother Vincent watched patiently and politely at the bottom of the stairs, for their lovely hostess to arrive. Unlike Jervy dear... Vincent hadn't come for the illustrious home, or the scattered art, he had come for the lady, a marvel, not for his own sick pleasures, but perhaps... for once in his rotten life, to help... if she so wished it. Despite ones reasons however, and despite Vincents longing to be charitable, Both gentlemen were both certifiably insane, and even more so, monstrous in their practices, women had a tendency to disappear under their care, countless wards missing, all for Vincent's science, or Jervis's carnal pleasures, but to the rest of the world, the Tetch brothers had a sterling reputation, both visionaries in both science and art, little did most know that these women had simply become part of their great designs.

Before long, she had arrived, both men turning, Vincent swifter then his younger who had already been on his toes waiting. If they had been sitting, they would have stood up when she entered the room, but instead, they chose to remove their hats, tipping them before they'd been replaced once more, giving the dear lady the same respect (if not more) then they'd give any other woman they encountered. The appearances of both men paled in comparison to the beauty that was the lady Rebecca, making them appear like hellish but wise emaciated owls... all but shrinking and frail beneath swathes of rich fabrics. Both men, were discernibly different... Jervis with his hair that depending on the light seemed to be black, and at times red... skin pale, face gaunt with haunting blue eyes, that always seemed to be a bit too sneaky for their own good. And Vincent, slightly taller, and slightly more elegant... with the chiseled face of a youth, but hair fashioned into a braid, as white as bone. In tune, as if they had practiced it, both men would chime out, "--And a good evening to you Miss," Jervis casually adding in a slightly monotone voice while picking something... red from under his nails casually, "--I hope you don't mind my brothers attendance, I was going to send a messenger in advance, but knew by the time we'd receive word back... we'd be gone... he absolutely insisted he meet you... I wouldn't hear the end of it..." and Vincent would add, "--He couldn't stop me if he wanted too... Vincent Tetch, and my brother... I'm sure you know... Jervis, its a pleasure to meet you m'dear..."

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 03/27/2015 11:52 am

Under the opaque moonlight of darkest evening, a lonely phantomesque carriage sped it's way along winding mountain paths, dead set on the destination that loomed ahead, steeples and towers along the ramshackle mansion peering just above the peaks of the lush forest that surrounded them. Looming within, just past the dusky gold lantern light, sat two slender figures, both strangely attractive, both of the male persuasion, both dressed "To the Nines" as they say, and more importantly both of them brothers. "--So who is this invitation from exactly... And who signs their letters with just an Uppercase 'R'?" the youngest of the pair (so lovingly referred to as the Mad Hatter) complained dryly, while waving the now unsealed letter about unceremoniously. Settling forward, seated across from him, thin shoulders disappearing under a lush swathe of black and blue silk, was the slightly emaciated elder Vincent... The 'Toymaker', one who had an unhealthy fascination with steam powered mechanics and specifically dolls, "--The Lady Rebecca, I know little more then that... I suppose..." he cracked, "--We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" it wouldn't be long before the pair arrived... As the horses sped closer and closer to their destination.

((I hope you don't mind, I brought his RP brother in... It's been awhile since I used him too, considering his profession could be interesting, I can also write more or less too so don't worry about post size :3))

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 03/26/2015 7:36 am

Oh, no need to gift me back, I just felt like gifting is all :3 would you like to post first or me?

Mad Mr Hatter Report | 03/25/2015 3:29 am

Another to spoil? How precious :3 darling doll, are you sure you won't break easily.? I do hope not... I like to take my time, but don't worry... I'll be gentle. We should RP some time smile