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AGE: 24
OCCUPATION: DANCER
QUOTE/LYRICS: ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME WITH SMILES UPON THEIR FACE, COZ I HAVE MADE IT THROUGH THIS FAR IN AN UNFORGIVING PLACE, IT FEELS SOMETIMES THIS IS TOO STEEP FOR A GIRL LIKE ME TO CLIMB, BUT I MUST KNOCK THOSE GUARDS RIGHT DOWN I DO IT IN MY OWN TIME, I DON'T CARE, I'M HALF WAY THERE, ON A ROAD THAT LEADS ME STRAIGHT TO WHO KNOWS WHERE... I TELL YOU WHAT, WHAT I HAVE FOUND, THAT I'M NO FOOL, I'M JUST UPSIDE DOWN. AIN'T GO NO PAIN, I AIN'T GOT NO RULES, I THINK I LIKE, LIVING UPSIDE DOWN
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Zahirah was so tired. Tired of worrying about Dom, tired of being angry with Nadine, tired of putting on a happy face for everyone and pretending like nothing was wrong when internally her fucking world was falling apart. The stress of it all was wearing her incredibly thin and she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to last before she snapped. So she'd retreated to her Wonderland home, which now felt achingly empty without anyone to pop in and out at random moments. It hadn't taken long for Zee to grow restless from so much time alone. Silence was nice every once in a while, but it could also be dangerous, and she knew that if she started down that trail again, it wouldn't be as easy to pull herself back as it had been the last time. Without Nads, she had no one to metaphorically slap her out of her funk.<p>

"I need someone to talk to..." She announced to the ceiling above her, pushing herself up off the couch she'd been sprawled across and padding to her room. Opening her wardrobe, she brushed through the handful of dresses she'd managed to acquire since becoming an Alice, fingers dancing over the various fabrics. Zahirah had noticed the faint chill of approaching autumn creeping into the air the past few days, and she wanted something that would keep her warm. Selecting a black dress that was belted at the waist and had been gifted to her by a Wonderlander along with what the woman had called a pelerine, she tugged off the oversized shirt she liked to wear when she was just lounging around her cottage and wriggled into the dress, the lack of a zipper making it a bit more challenging than usual.<p>

Once she had the dress on, Zee slid her feet into her dance pumps, braided her hair, swiped on a bit of lipstick and mascara, and put on some jewelry. After a moment's consideration, she put the pelerine on as well. The last thing she wanted to do was not wear the outfit in its entirety and wind up inadvertently insult the Wonderlander who'd gifted it to her. Besides, she had no idea how long she'd be out, and the weather tended to cool considerably once the sun went down. Tucking the soft fur flush against the back of her neck, Zahirah stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind her, making yet another mental note to talk to Jenna about getting some kind of lock put on it, even if there wasn't much worth stealing in her cottage aside from the handful of books she'd brought from London.<p>

However, that's not what she was worried about. She was more interested in keeping out the curious Wonderlanders who thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with entering someone else's home without knocking or at least announcing their presence. Zee had come out of the kitchen the other day and discovered a young boy idly wandering around in her lounge, and even though he was just a kid, it had nearly scared the life out of her to see a stranger in her house. Shaking the memory away, she headed for the Caterpillar Forest. It was the only part of Wonderland she had yet to see aside from the beach, and unlike anyplace close to the Palace, there was no risk of running into someone she currently didn't want to see. Hopefully. Oh, what a mess her life had become...

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This vivacious redhead is Jocelyn ________ ________, Zahirah’s biological mother. In her early twenties when she got pregnant, she was the one who wanted to give Zee up. Just two months after Zahirah was born, she and Charles finally broke up, their already tenuous relationship strained to the breaking point by the choice Joss made. Charles had wanted to keep Zahirah and marry Jocelyn, but Joss hadn’t reciprocated his feelings. She had also claimed that because he was just her boyfriend and not her fiancé, he had no right to try and keep their baby on his own. Jocelyn is now either forty-four or forty-five years old, and both her profession and her personality are completely up to you. PB is the absolutely gorgeous Sarah Rafferty.

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This distinguished gentleman is Charles ________ McNair, Zahirah’s biological father. He was extremely upset when Jocelyn decided to give Zee up, but felt like his hands were tied. After all, he was just a twenty-five year old manwhore – what kind of life could he offer a child? His family disowned him when they discovered what he had done (or failed to do, to be more accurate), and he broke things off with Jocelyn around the same time. Shortly thereafter, he learned that he’d gotten a different girl pregnant five years earlier, and he had a five year old son. Still reeling from the helplessness he’d felt after losing Zahirah and Jocelyn, Charles was determined to change his ways and married the boy’s mother. He wanted to look for Zee, but was worried that Joss would find out and do whatever she could to keep his daughter from him out of pure spite. Charles is now forty-eight, and his profession and personality are totally up to you. PB is the super cool Jeffery Dean Morgan.

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This attractive young man is ________ ________ McNair, Zahirah’s older half-brother. ??? was fatherless until he was five years old, not through any fault of Charles’, but because Charles and his mum lost touch after they broke up, and she didn’t know she was pregnant until a month later. Charles married ???’s mum once she finally tracked him down and he realized he had a son. Doted on by his father, ??? grew up well-cared for but not spoiled, though he did have the occasional “Daddy I really want that get it for me” moment. The McNair house was always full of love and laughter, and ??? and Charles loved to play pranks on anyone and everyone. As a result ??? is quite a goofball, though he can be serious when the occasion calls for it. ??? is now twenty-eight and works for Jack Lowell as a Card (suit is entirely up to you). The various other aspects of his personality and whether or not he knows about Zahirah are all details that are up to your discretion. PB is the fantastic Hayden Christensen.

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This handsome fellow is Dorian ________ Noble (aka Pops), Zahirah’s foster father and savior. He was just twenty-five and freshly divorced when he adopted Zee at nine, which makes him thirty-nine now. Dorian looks big and tough, and he’s a very no nonsense type of guy for the most part, but...well, he’s got a soft spot for his Zeebra, as he affectionately calls her. He went through a bout of depression after his wife of eight years divorced him (they were high school sweethearts and got married just weeks after graduation), and taking care of Zahirah was the only thing that kept him from spiraling even deeper into the pit he’d begun to fall into. Dorian’s personality and history are completely up to you – just keep in mind that there needs to be something in his past that explains A) why his wife left him, and B) how he’s got enough training in self-defense that he was able to teach Zee those same moves. Perhaps he’s ex-military? PB is the formidable Sam Worthington.

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This gorgeous girl is Marie ________ ________, Zahirah’s adorable, twenty-two year old cousin. Marie’s mother died in childbirth, and her father married Rosalind when she was fourteen. He died of a sudden heart attack less than a year later, so unfortunately, he never got to meet his neice. Though it was fifteen years before Rosalind and Marie found Zahirah, the two girls act as if they’re sisters who grew up together. They’re thick as thieves – if there’s mischief to be made, Zee and her dear cousin are making it. The rest of the McNair family deeply disapprove of the girl’s antics, but Marie doesn’t care on account of the fact that she’s only half McNair, and Zahirah has no interest in making proud the family that let her be given away. Occupation and personality are completely up to you. PB is the beautiful Sai Bennett.

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This stunner is Heather ________ ________, Zahirah’s oldest and closest friend. They got to know each other shortly after Zee was adopted by Dorian, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. She was there cheering Zee on when her dancing career was just beginning, and the only time she misses a performance is if she’s deathly ill. Heather is the exact opposite of Zahirah in terms of personality – very quiet and shy, she’s often hesitant to give an honest opinion when someone asks her about a sensitive topic. Of course, when she’s with Zee, she’s braver and more outgoing because she knows her best friend will back her up no matter what. This twenty-three year old’s profession is completely up to you to decide. PB is the captivating Leven Rambin.

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This lovely young woman is Sage ________ ________, one of the many members of Zahirah’s dance troupe. Sage didn’t get along with Zahirah all that well at first (because she has a crush on Andrew and was jealous that Zee got to be his dance partner), but once the then sixteen year old figured out that the redhead thought Andrew was gay and thus wasn’t the least bit interested in him in that way, Sage warmed up to her. Every so often, Zahirah and Sage will have a tense moment, mainly because the fact that they’re so alike in personality leads to them butting heads over certain things, but those moments are very few and far between these days. PB is the exquisite Kristin Kreuk.

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This good-looking lad is Andrew ________ ________, Zahirah’s gay (bisexual, actually, but he doesn’t want to tell Zee because he’s afraid it’ll weird her out and she’ll stop being all cuddly with him) best friend and fellow dancer. The twenty-seven year old was Zahirah’s mentor and dance partner when she originally joined the troupe – now he collaborates on choreography with her, is her occasional dance partner, and her main shopping buddy. Andrew loves to pull pranks and joke around with people. He’s very rarely serious, which can get him into trouble sometimes, especially when dealing with highly homophobic people. When he does stop joking around, however, you’re in for it – don’t let his size fool you, Andrew is a scrappy fighter when he needs to be. PB is the roguishly handsome Jamie Bell.

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This distinguished gentleman is Charles ________ McNair, Zahirah’s biological father. He was extremely upset when Jocelyn decided to give Zee up, but felt like his hands were tied. After all, he was just a twenty-five year old manwhore – what kind of life could he offer a child? His family disowned him when they discovered what he had done (or failed to do, to be more accurate), and he broke things off with Jocelyn around the same time. Shortly thereafter, he learned that he’d gotten a different girl pregnant five years earlier, and he had a five year old son. Still reeling from the helplessness he’d felt after losing Zahirah and Jocelyn, Charles was determined to change his ways and married the boy’s mother. He wanted to look for Zee, but was worried that Joss would find out and do whatever she could to keep his daughter from him out of pure spite. Charles is now forty-eight, and his profession and personality are totally up to you. PB is the super cool Jeffery Dean Morgan.

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This handsome fellow is Dorian ________ Noble (aka Pops), Zahirah’s foster father and savior. He was just twenty-five and freshly divorced when he adopted Zee at nine, which makes him thirty-nine now. Dorian looks big and tough, and he’s a very no nonsense type of guy for the most part, but...well, he’s got a soft spot for his Zeebra, as he affectionately calls her. He went through a bout of depression after his wife of eight years divorced him (they were high school sweethearts and got married just weeks after graduation), and taking care of Zahirah was the only thing that kept him from spiraling even deeper into the pit he’d begun to fall into. Dorian’s personality and history are completely up to you – just keep in mind that there needs to be something in his past that explains A) why his wife left him, and B) how he’s got enough training in self-defense that he was able to teach Zee those same moves. Perhaps he’s ex-military? PB is the formidable Sam Worthington.

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This gorgeous girl is Marie ________ ________, Zahirah’s adorable, twenty-two year old cousin. Marie’s mother died in childbirth, and her father married Rosalind when she was fourteen. He died of a sudden heart attack less than a year later, so unfortunately, he never got to meet his neice. Though it was fifteen years before Rosalind and Marie found Zahirah, the two girls act as if they’re sisters who grew up together. They’re thick as thieves – if there’s mischief to be made, Zee and her dear cousin are making it. The rest of the McNair family deeply disapprove of the girl’s antics, but Marie doesn’t care on account of the fact that she’s only half McNair, and Zahirah has no interest in making proud the family that let her be given away. Occupation and personality are completely up to you. PB is the beautiful Sai Bennett.

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This stunner is Heather ________ ________, Zahirah’s oldest and closest friend. They got to know each other shortly after Zee was adopted by Dorian, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. She was there cheering Zee on when her dancing career was just beginning, and the only time she misses a performance is if she’s deathly ill. Heather is the exact opposite of Zahirah in terms of personality – very quiet and shy, she’s often hesitant to give an honest opinion when someone asks her about a sensitive topic. Of course, when she’s with Zee, she’s braver and more outgoing because she knows her best friend will back her up no matter what. This twenty-three year old’s profession is completely up to you to decide. PB is the captivating Leven Rambin.

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This lovely young woman is Sage ________ ________, one of the many members of Zahirah’s dance troupe. Sage didn’t get along with Zahirah all that well at first (because she has a crush on Andrew and was jealous that Zee got to be his dance partner), but once the then sixteen year old figured out that the redhead thought Andrew was gay and thus wasn’t the least bit interested in him in that way, Sage warmed up to her. Every so often, Zahirah and Sage will have a tense moment, mainly because the fact that they’re so alike in personality leads to them butting heads over certain things, but those moments are very few and far between these days. PB is the exquisite Kristin Kreuk.

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Zahirah was no longer sure what time it was. It had been around nine-ish when she’d shown up at the club, and though she was fairly certain only a handful of hours had passed since then, a whole sodding day could have gone by, for all she knew. And no, she wasn’t drunk or high. She’d never touched a drug in her life and she was actually trying to ease up on her drinking after what had happened to last time she indulged. Still, despite her complete sobriety, there was something about the aura of the club that had lulled Zee into a languid, loose-limbed stupor. A haze of damp fog hung in the air, softening the edges of the neon lights that flickered in time with the music. Bodies were pressed close together, no one caring that the figure they clung to was that of a complete stranger’s, for that was half the draw of places like these. Everyone here was either looking for or running away from something. She belonged to the latter group tonight. Her worry over Dom was slowly and steadily fraying her sanity, and some days, Zahirah couldn’t breathe from the force of it. She wanted to talk to somebody about it. Unfortunately, the list of people she was willing to share her feelings with was incredibly short, and the list of people she might talk about Dom with was even shorter, almost nonexistent.<p>

Nadine was occasionally on the first list but she hadn’t made it to the second just yet. Even though she absolutely adored the brunette (and might have also been a little bit attracted to her, but that was an entirely different issue that she wasn’t quite ready to address), Zee still had a hard time opening up to her about certain things. Dominic was one of those things. Kai might be willing to listen, but she didn’t want to run the risk of taking him away from his duties for something as silly as listening to her sob about some guy he didn’t even know. Shane... Shane already had plenty of her own burdens to bear, the last thing she needed was to pick up one of hers. Besides, it was her job to take care of Shay, not the other way round. Avery was entirely out of the question on the single fact that all he’d hear Zahirah say was that there was a man who wasn’t him in her life and he’d kick right back into over-protective big brother mode. No, she’d just have to hold on to it for now. It wasn’t all that healthy, keeping shit to herself, but it was that or go back to her therapist after years without needing to see her, and she refused to do that. It felt like way too much of a backslide to even consider making that call. Besides, what on Earth could her therapist do?<p>

The woman would just tell Zee that she needed to cut Dom out of her life, or check him into a rehab facility, or suggest one of who knows how many options that had already been contemplated and then dismissed as useless. Seeing her therapist would accomplish nothing... She’d just have to muddle through until she figured something out. Sighing away her thoughts, she pushed her fingers into her hair and leaned against the body that had suddenly materialized at her back. This wasn’t the first time Zahirah had gained an impromptu partner tonight. Hell, it wasn’t even the third or fourth. She’d lost count of how many men (and women) had made an attempt to tame her somewhere between her first and second hour in the club. Large hands spanned her waist, and she twisted her hips in a slow, seductive roll, grinning mischievously when her latest dance companion gave a rumbling chuckle in reply. You met Harry this exa- - NO. That was another road she was avoiding venturing down. Zee allowed herself to be turned, her gaze rising to meet a pair of grey-blue eyes. “Wha’s yer name, ducky?” The blond asked, shouting to be heard over the music, and slurring his words slightly. “Does it matter?” She shot back, biting her lip coyly. He laughed and tugged her flush against his chest. “Not in th’ least.”<p>

Giggling, she brought her arms up to rest on his shoulder, her fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck. He didn’t have much skill in the dancing department and mostly just shuffled his feet around, but she was alright with that for the time being because it didn’t require a whole lot of thought on her side. Zahirah danced with the blond for several songs before he finally realized she wasn’t really paying attention to him and he excused himself under the pretense of accepting a sudden phone call. She sent him off with a finger wave and a saucy wink, and had another partner just as “Call Me, Maybe” started to play. “Samba?” The emerald eyed brunet mouthed, and she nodded the affirmative, confused by the odd request but easily following his lead as he began to move. Zahirah hadn’t done a samba in quite some time, but her body still remembered the movements. As if sensing that some serious dancing was about to happen, the throng pushed away from them like water from a drop of oil, and she grinned in anticipation. It became clear three steps in that the man knew what he was doing. A thrill of pure delight at finally being challenged coursed through her, and she put all her energy and effort into the dance, exhilarated when the brunet matched her pace and then pushed her even further.<p>

The rest of the club ceased to matter as Zee’s focus narrowed to her partner and the synchronization that only happened when you put two well-trained dancers together. When she leapt into his arms at the end of the song, the small crowd that had formed around them broke into thunderous applause. The grinned at each other as the brunet set her back on her feet. “You’re not half bad.” She started to tease, but a sharp ‘bang’ and a shout of “Cops!” cut her off midway through. Over half the people in the club bolted for the back exit. The rest of them – Zahirah and her dance partner included – stood rooted to the floor in dumbfounded shock as police swarmed the place. “Everyone along the bar!” A rough voice barked, the harsh sound in the sudden silence (for someone had cut off the music) making her jump. Reaching up to clutch at her necklace out of nervous habit, she complied along with everyone else, eyes wide as she watched officers sweeping the club. This was not how she’d foreseen her night ending. Zee glanced over the uniformed men for one who might be willing to talk to her, and her gaze caught on a blond whose posture screamed authority. He had to be the one in charge; if anyone could explain things, it would most likely be him.<p>

Feeling her surprise and unease fading, she squared her shoulders and strode forward. “Excuse me!” She called out. “Mind telling us what the hell is going on here?”

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Zahirah was in one of her rare “stay away from me I don’t want to be around other people right now” moods, and not even Castiel or Winifred would have been able to drag her out of her funk, so deeply was she drawn into it. On any other day, she’d be thrilled to find herself with access to a palace as grand as the Heart’s Palace was. However, there were too many bodies and too many voices today, and she simply couldn’t withstand it anymore. The looming clouds she spied through the window beckoned to her, promising to soothe Zee’s overloaded sense with their drab color and the dimness of light their presence caused. Knowing Avery would be frantic when he returned and found her gone and not caring, she rummaged through the duffel bag of clothing she’d been allowed to pack and bring back with her, under the White Knight’s watchful eye. She dressed in layers, braiding her bright hair and concealing most of it under a knit beanie. Yes, her plan was to make it hard for Avery to find her if he tried to come searching for her. Zahirah loved the blonde, but he alone could be as suffocating as a castle full of strangers, and today she wanted as much space as she could possibly get.<p>

Wonderland was still recovering from the revolution, adjusting to their new ruler and mourning the loss of so many of their own (the King and Queen of Hearts included), but the country was no longer at all-out war, and the promise of relative safety was enough to rekindle her desire to learn the land that she was now a part of. Of course, that meant that Zee often went exploring on her own despite Avery’s many pleas that she stick close to him for the time being. The White Knight was the older brother she’d often wished for when foster care took her to homes with “siblings” who ignored or mistreated her, but even he could not corral her. He knew at this point (or should have known, anyway) that hers were not whims that could be contained – if she felt the yen to take her acoustic guitar with her into the royal maze and find herself a quiet corner to play in, that’s what Zahirah was going to do, never mind what he wanted or the fact that her sense of direction was abysmal. There was freshly fallen snow on the ground, so she would be able to find her way out of the maze just fine unless someone or something else came along and muddled her tracks. Brushing a bench free of snow, she settled in and began to play, closing her eyes and letting the melody wash over her.<p>

She stayed out for almost three hours (though she had no sense of time) before she began to feel the chill of the rising wind. Peering up at the looming clouds, Zee heaved a sigh, loathe to abandon the corner of peace she’d been able to carve out for herself but also not wanting to get caught out in the snow. Three hours ago, tension had had her every nerve and muscle drawn so tight she thought they might snap if someone so much as breathed in her direction. Then, leaving the confines of the palace without bothering to let someone know where she was going had seemed like an absolutely excellent idea to Zahirah, but now that her nose and fingertips were beginning to feel as if they were made of ice and the sky threatened to unleash it’s load of snow, she was regretting her choice. Uncurling her lithe frame with a low groan, she packed up her acoustic and headed back the way she’d come. She took no more than six steps before she realized that the wind had been blowing longer than she thought, and the tracks she’d made in the snow – the ones she had been counting on following back out of the royal maze – no longer existed. Repressing a screech of frustration, Zee returned to the bench she’d just vacated.<p>

Her knack for getting herself hopelessly lost was no big deal in London because she had her phone and could just use her satnav if she got really turned around, but unfortunately, she didn’t have that particular luxury in Wonderland. If not for Winifred, there’s no telling how many hours she might have had to spend walking circles in Tulgey Wood praying someone would find her. The sweet little Mome Rath seemed to be able to sense when Zahirah was lost, and after the fourth or fifth time Winni had found her sitting in the midst of some meadow or up in a tree, fighting not to cry from sheer frustration, she had given her a carrier pigeon with the instruction that he was to go with her whenever she went out on her own so she could send for help if she got lost. Because she loved the mute Wonderlander as dearly as she loved Avery and Shane, she did as she was asked in order to please Winifred and keep her from worrying. As Zee popped open her guitar case and dug through it in search of a scrap of paper and a pen or pencil, Tiberius cooing placidly from his perch on her shoulder, she was thankful the Mome Rath had been so insistent. Wincing against the stiffness in her fingers, she quickly scribbled a plea for help on the back of a music store receipt she’d found tucked in with her extra strings.<p>

Lost in the royal maze – please help she wrote, signing it An Alice in the hopes that that might bring help a little faster. Tib plucked at her braid, and a smile tugged at her lips as she chuckled softly. “Of course, luv, I won’t forget you.” Zahirah murmured, adding a postscript to her message. PS – The pigeon’s name is Tiberius, and he’d love some seeds or bread crusts, if you have them. Rolling the receipt up, she attached it to the bird’s leg. “The closest person you can find, Tib.” She instructed just before he launched himself from her wrist. Watching him rise above the tops of the maze hedges, she sighed quietly once he disappeared from sight, hugging her guitar case to her chest and shivering. “Stupid girl.” Zee breathed to the grey sky, hoping Tiberius found someone to come save her before it started snowing.

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