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Post by Lix Seidel on Jun 18, 2009 0:11:08 GMT
Red hummed a little song as he strolled through the marble pillars, hoping to find some company. It was rather boring to be alone in such a populated place. He propped his parasol over her shoulder and continued to sway his hips as he walked. He was the Queen of Hearts after all, and as such, he needed to keep up the appearances. In this case - the appearance that he was a woman.
It wasn't too terribly difficult either. His face was rather feminine and his eyes were very large and for some reason, blue eyes as bright as his were just considered girly. His red curls fell around the side of his face while the rest of it was bunched up on the back of his head in a messy bun. He adjusted the little crown on the top of his head and smiled softly.
He had a deeply unsettling attachment to his crown.
The wind picked up a little bit, and Red tried to shield his eyes. It wouldn't do him any good to have his fake eyelashes go flying off to who knows where. There were diamonds on them! Who knew how devastated the Queen would be if he were to lose them.
Instead, his parasol got tugged out of his hand and he whipped his body around to see the wind carry it high into the sky where he couldn't see it anymore.
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!" he screamed, shaking his fist at the wind who he had just decided was female. Lifting his skirts and cursing under his breath, Red took off in the direction his beloved parasol was going. He'd just gotten it as a gift from his favorite admirer last night!
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Post by Cybele Renard on Jun 19, 2009 5:20:51 GMT
“Look, just because penguins do not fly when you are around does not mean that they cannot.” Hatter nodded to himself. “And no, I do not know what a triple negative is, but I bet it tastes like olives.” What else would they taste like, honestly?
It was a beautiful day in the first square. Much to Hatter’s disappointment, large objects were not raining down from the sky. He watched the ground for a moment, wondering if the objects had decided to pop up from the ground for a change of pace. Unfortunately, nothing popped up out of the ground either.
“How uninteresting yet fascinating.” Hatter clicked his tongue against his teeth and gave up watching the ground. Life was too short after all. He stood, picking up his cane and placed his top hat squarely on his head. It was at this moment that a red parasol fluttered down from the sky and knocked the top hat off.
“Three points! And the home team wins! Good show chap." Hatter bowed to the parasol and put his hat back on.
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!" echoed through the square. Hatter turned toward the voice, face reflecting his disbelief. “My Queen?” He carefully picked up the parasol and ran towards the voice. Then he saw her, the Red Queen, in all her furious beauty. Hatter knelt, holding the parasol out with one hand. He made a sweeping gesture with his hat and cane with the other hand.
“A very merry unbirthday to you, my Queen. I offer a gift to thee.”
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Post by Lix Seidel on Jun 19, 2009 9:10:45 GMT
Red was quite impressed with the man kneeling in front of him. He'd managed to find a parasol identical to the one Red had just lost. In fact, Red found this one more likeable. To make the situation even better, the man looked quite dashing with a top hat. Curtsying, Red accepted the parasol with the decision to name it, "Lulu". He found this new parasol rather special.
"Why thank you!" Red cried, admiring his unbirthday gift. Celebrating his unbirthday had been something Red hadn't done in weeks, it was due time for another party. "I find this parasol much better than the one that brat took," Red said with his self-proclaimed royalty voice. Looking back towards the kneeling man, Red asked," Did you happen to see her head anywhere, dear?"
Lately, whenever he called for someone to be beheaded, he was quite angry to find that it wasn't happening. The card guards just got lazier and lazier as the days went by. Red would have to consider proper punishment once he got his manicured hands on the deck.
Red was drawn from his boiling anger when something could be heard falling from the sky. He looked up and held Lulu over his head, in case it was another dreaded bucket of paint. He'd been furious when he had been covered from head to toe in blue paint, because for whatever reason, someone didn't secure the lid on the bucket. What a fool. Whatever had been falling, Red realized, was no longer falling when it bounced on the ground and rolled towards Red's skirts. He squealed in delight when he saw it was a severed head! Poking at it with his foot, he was a little upset to find that it was plastic, but who was he to complain?
"I do believe you are my good luck charm, sir," Red said with a smirk on his painted lips. They were red, of course. "I insist you come with me!"
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Post by Cybele Renard on Jun 19, 2009 9:59:38 GMT
“Unfortunately, my Lady, the only head I have seen recently has been on your shoulders. Alas, I cannot…” Hatter’s wonderful explanation about why he could never be positive where his head was so long as his hat was not on it was cut short by an exceptionally rude falling object. It even had the audacity to bounce on the ground before coming to a stop at the Queen’s feet. Some objects never learn.
Hatter raised an eyebrow then lowered the other for good measure. “Ah, there it is. One can never have too many heads.” Mouths, yes; heads, never. One could not, after all, place a hat on a mouth. Hatter stood and peered down at the extra head. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be made of plastic, like a doll. Pity.
He couldn’t help but remember when he himself had almost been beheaded. It had something to do with…with…A smile crossed his face as he realized he couldn’t actually remember what had happened; something about murder, time, and the letter ‘Z.’ The March Hare had been there, perhaps he would know. Hatter made a mental note to never think of the event again unless it was a Saturday.
“I have been called many things but never a good luck charm. You dishonor me, my Lady and have my gratitude.” Hatter bowed to the Queen. “Who am I to refuse a royal insist.” Actually, that was a good question but one that should be saved for an earlier date. “And where shall I journey with you too? Lead on, my Queen.” Hatter righted himself and leaned on his cane, ready to depart
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