Alice Liddell is dead and Wonderland is still reeling from a revolution that spanned the entire kingdom. A new King sits upon the throne - Jack, the former Knave of Hearts and once prince and revolution leader, is learning to cope with his new position as monarch of Wonderland. The tests to find new Alices in hopes of restoring Wonderland's magic continue as her inhabitants slowly pieces her back together. Yet questions still linger: where are the old King and his Queen? And how long can the vast array of Wonderlanders keep themselves hidden from the rest of London during their increasingly frequent trips to the city so far beyond the looking glass? Welcome to Far Beyond The Looking Glass, a present day rp based on the characters from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There. It is currently Autumn 2014 in London, England, and Wonderland is currently experiencing an autumn-like season, too. Have a look around and don't be afraid to pop in the cbox if you have a question as we're quite a friendly bunch. We hope you decide to join and welcome!
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Posted: Oct 26 2014, 08:34 PM
It was finally Autumn…not that the weather seemed to change much in London, but the little dormouse had a great love for the seasonal change and this season in particular. There was nothing like cozying up with a hot cuppa and wrapping oneself in a multitude of blankets. Something she liked to refer to as "a mouse burrito."
Oh and she'd recently discovered 'Mexican food' or the closest thing to it in London. She hadn't stopped talking about it for weeks to Ruby, mostly because she often forgot she'd told her in the first place.
However Amelie had found herself stuck on the tube and had also found she did not love autumn as much as she'd thought, at least here in London. Since she had not been in London for more than a year she'd been experiencing what human's considered "holidays". Amelie did not like many of these "holidays".
Holidays with humans considered mostly of getting loud and becoming drunk. She was not a large fan of the former. "Halloween", she found, included something her heart could not endure for much longer. Worse so that the holiday did not even occur until the end of the month. It seemed people could not wait so long either.
She sat in a seat, closest to the back and away from most everyone entering during rush hour. She prayed she'd be awake for her stop, she couldn't take the terror much more. As the weeks wore on she found more and more people not looking like themselves, and worse, as things that terrified the poor mouse.
Her eyes darted from left to right as people filled any and every open space available in the car, including the seat next to her. She gripped her sleeve with such severity her knuckles turned an impossible white, she was already a deathly pale hue on a daily basis. The bags under her eyes seemed even greater in size, which was amazing in a rather unfortunate way.
At last the moving stopped, the doors slid close and Ames finally let the breathe she hadn't realized she was holding, out. It came shakily, and she sniffled out of habit, running her sleeved hand over her nose which caused the man to her left to give her the most dubious look. She was unsure of his reaction and decided to ignore it the best she could.
She hadn't realized the tram had stopped, she'd almost slipped asleep once more. Her neighbor had accidentally nudged her as he stood to leave the car causing her to return to the present. She quickly gathered her things, so happy to be leaving the cylindrical cage at last. However the happiness was short lived as her eyes met with anothers and she felt her spine go stiff as a board.
There, before her, stood the tiniest black cat, a small paw firmly holding it's mother's hand, the other a hollowed out pumpkin. The shock had hit her straight on, and only instinct seemed to take over her mind. This had to have been the tenth one this week.
Only the smallest of whimpers left her lips before she felt herself go limp and the impact of the cold tube floor. The dormouse did not like October.
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Posted: Nov 2 2014, 03:27 PM
feels so good getting what i want