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 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:46 pm
 "Royal amnesty"The King smiled trough his tears. "Y-Yes I would, thank you"He followed the boy quietly, his feet stumbeling. His face turned red as the boy wraped his arms around him He softly rested his head on the boy's shoulder. "D-Don't leave me...Please.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 3:33 pm
The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen
"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."
Jujuki nodded, "Alright, I won't leave you, your majesty..." Jujuki closed his eyes, sighing, "Alright, start from the beginning...what are you so torn up about...? You talk, I'll listen." He sat down, offering the king some sweet jam. "It'll make you feel better..." He pat micha's lap, "Please...."
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:14 pm
"Royal amnesty" He slowly set down on a rock; with a sigh he wiped his tears away. "I-I...Alright I'll have some...Thank you..."He toke a bit of jam into his mouth. Michael wasn't from the kids that liked sweets; he was eight when he started making himself a cup of coffee instead of chocolate milk. He looked like a little boy, trying to play an adult. "I-I had a dream. And it felt s-so real...Like it was that night again and...I'm sorry, please forgive me Jujuki-Kun, I believe that's the right ending , right? I just...I can't talk about it..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:29 pm
The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen
"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."
"Alright...I understand, but...if you ever want....want to talk...It's better to let it out...otherwise you become a cold, half-heartless, shelled dormouse like me." his lips twitched, like he was going to smile, but didn't quite get there. "We've all been through hardships...that's why we're here. But we need to stick together...and make sure we don't loose our heads..."
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:41 pm
"Royal amnesty" The king nodded then looked away, biting his lower lip. "If I'll tell you will you tell me?"He asked quietly. His golden browne mess of smooth hair flow around his face and he moved some behind his ear, Giving the boy a soft and sweet smile.. The smile had a sad happiness to in it, it was as honest as it gets, like the boy itself. Michael had never told a lie to hurt someone, just to protect them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:38 pm
 James A. Fenton `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. James was caught by surprise as the dormouse seemed to speek so frank to him. That creature was just so filled with surprises. He was going to tell him that the hare had disappeared sometime ago, but his mouth fell shut as he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. He paused to lean down and check out the grass that was near where the king had been sitting before. A black substance had seemingly turned the grass gray in that area. James took just a little on his finger tips and rubbed around. It was warm and gooey to the touch. But it sent a cold shiver down James back, as if he had just encountered something almost...
James brushed the substance off his finger tips and found that a small portion of his fingers had turned gray. Something uncolorful in wonderland? "Curioser and Curioser," James said as he gathered some of the substance into a napkin, tying up the napkin and placing it into his pocket for futher study. Jame stood again, looking around the party.
He could have sworn he saw something moving towards the back, towards the shadows...
He moved through the crowd, trying to be inconspicious as he walked along. Whatever it was in the shadows...it seemed to be trying to loose him. It lead him through the party and into a empty hall of the castle. James looked down the long colored hallway and nearly thought he lost the creature.
But then he heard a door close...
James approached the door slowly. He opened the door even slower. Well the king and queen didn't seem to lock very much. He pushed open the door and found the room was completely dark. This was a strange sight for the little world of wonderland. James felt this room was something someone wanted to hide, the atmosphere feeling somewhat twisted. He placed his hand on the wall and found a light switch. Wait...how did he know it would be there? The light flickered on, as if not having been used in many years. The room looked like a library, a rather small library with very empty shelves and hardly any books. There was a potted plant sitting on a desk pushed back towards the end of the room. James was amazed it had managed to live without any light. But as he approached the little daisy stuck up it's nose at him.
James rolled his eyes. He had seen such flowers in the garden. Unlike the beautiful flowers the dormouse had been so fond of, these flowers thought of human's as just another plant being. What was worse they had deemed that any creature even resembling a human was a 'weed'. James couldn't argue but found it very rude. He decided not to bother the creature as he moved over to one of the shelves. He sighed as he found that most of the books were in great disrepair and the words unreadable. He had so been hoping to find something nearly scientific in the world of craziness.
But then he came across a book with weird symbols across the edges. He pulled it off the shelf and looked at it in his hands. It was blue leather, clearly someone had taken better care of this book then any of the others. James flipped open the book and found that it was a book about stories...curiously stories he felt he had heard before. He flipped towards the middle of the book and found the pages had been burned away. "Clearly someone doesn't appreciate good reading material," he muttered as he flipped fowards. Still he couldn't help but be curious what was on those pages to be burned so while everything else had been saved.
James flipped further in the book until he came to an interesting passage-
Be careful what you find behind closed doors Professor Fenton, unless you want to give up your heart again...
Wait...Professor Fenton?
James paused, his head looking up quickly as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He quickly pushed the book into his coat pocket, deciding to keep it. He shut off the light and waited for the gaurds feet to slip by before he slipped out of the door. He wondered if the rabbit knew anything about that room. He didn't seem to know that there was any books in wonderland. Thinking about the rabbit James felt his heart beat faster and the book seemed to grow warmer. James walked back towards the party...His curiosity burning deep inside him...
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:40 pm
((Okay that was the longest post I have ever written O_O...No one has to write like that! I swear I was on a sort of roll with that one, I just hope it doesn't step on anyone's ideas. I know people were kinda discussing stuff and I wasn't sure what was going so I just went with it. I repeat, no one has to write like this!!!))
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:49 pm
The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen
"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."
"Tell you what? All my hardships? Sure, if you want me too...it'll be like I'm complaining though..." He smiled a bit, hoping that James would come back with the Hare. He had things to discuss with them. "You can tell me if you really want to... you don't have to act around me..." He giggled a bit, "though I act more than you..."
((don't worry. I've done bigger posts then that. 92 liners and such, and that's a good post. XP
and what's happening is that there's a snake-like thing, called Darkness, that when it touches someone, it brings back their darkest memories from their lives before they died. Like what happened to your character. Only actually caused by someone. Something. XP))
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 1:30 am
"Royal amnesty" Michael sighed and closed his eyes. "W-Well...I lived in New-York, the big apple, Life were good.
I had both my parents and a brother that left home, I've seen pictures of him since he grown to hate our father, at the time I didn't know why."He toke a deep breath, bringing his knees to his chest he wrapped his arms around himself. "My father had a sickness that made him sexually attracted to little children...He wasn't strong enough to stop himself with my brother and he wasn't strong enough for me.
He came to me at nights...He told me to be quiet and not to move.
He didn't want mom to know but she did...She never told anyone, she didn't save her children.
It started before I hit ten years on that darn world, by the time I was twelve I was his lover, and he had trained me how to do everything he wanted me to do.
At the time I didn't know it was wrong, but he told me not to tell...I was honored since he always t-told me he l-loves me..."His voice broke and he looked down for a few seconds then looked up. "It was a week before my birthday that year when a social worker came to class.
He talked about things that older people do to little boys and girls, he said it also happens in the family.
He said it was wrong.
I didn't tell, I promised dad...But I did talked to him that night...I told him I want him to stop."The king moved a bit uncomfortably now. "I-It was the first time he forced my body...He kept his sweaty hand on my mouth the entire time, I couldn't stop screaming, and then he left me.
I was his doll, his plaything, his sun.
I grow hatred toward him.
I think I died at the age of sixteen, I jumped off the roof.
Never planed it...I...I just wanted to fly away from him..."The king looked up at the white haired boy. Micha never told so much to anyone, he sure did hope the boy won't find him disgusting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 9:38 am
The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen
"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."
Jujuki nodded, "I know what being raped feels like. My father was much the same, only I'm sure that he was uglier, and fatter." He laughed, "But usually he was too lazy, so he made my brother do it...I didn't mind, really, it saved both of us from being tortured...Keith hated it though, thought he was a bad person...ah well, I'll begin from the start..."
"I lived in an underground brothel. A horrid business my father had. My mother was the cook...when she had Keith, that was ok. He needed someone to torture, but secretly...I was born..." Jujuki shuddered, hoping he could say the rest, "Father hated it...so he took his chainsaw, and hacked my mother into pieces. I was one then, and I still remember the whole thing. My brother was there to comfort me, but everyday, when I woke up, I would be told that it was my fault. My fault that she died, my fault he wasn't happy...all my fault..." He shook his head, "Then when I was about five, he started torturing me. I was thrown in a pit of nails once...horrid nails...I've been poisoned, cut, raped. You were lucky to be so old. I didn't have the pleasure of being nine." He shrugged a bit.
"It got so bad I ran away to an orphanage. I sat there, in their small pool, and pretty much lived there. I wasn't allowed inside due to the ghosts I collected..." He stared at his lap now, a small smile on his face, "I kept thinking what my brother told me. He knew he was going to die, and I knew I was going to kill myself. I kept imagining how, laying in that pool...but when I looked up, always, this boy older than me would make his way to the bathroom. Finally I got to talking to him, finding his name was Charlie Rose..." Jujuki leaned back against the tree, "We became kind of friends, and he was taken away. He was adopted pretty soon though, so I gave him my pocket knife...I was left at the orphanage, until I myself was adopted..." His eye twitched now, stiffening up.
"By this woman named Elizabeth. At first, she was nice. Had a nice son named Scott. But pretty soon, her mask peeled...I was treated like a dog. A pet. Literally. I had to sleep outside in a kennel I could barely fit into. I had to eat dog biscuits, and I was on an electric collar almost all the time...It wouldn't stop me from talking back to her though...Until one day, she took a screw from the miniature house I was building and...well..." He pulled back his hair on his eye, showing the screw for the pupil, "She did that." He let the hair fall back over it, "Scott and I hated her, but we could never do anything. She kept swooning over Charlie Eastwood, my Charlie, on the TV. Turns out he was a ***** now, at the age of 15. Everyone hated him. Except for me and Scott...Finally, she managed to bail him out of jail, and adopt him. He gave me so many tattoos...I loved him...He made her stop treating me so bad...more like a human...Life seemed to be getting better..."
"...until one day...when she was having an argument with Scott...she threw a vase at him...it hit him in the temple, and he died instantly..." A tear fell from Jujuki's chin, "Charlie got so mad...Scott hadn't done anything...he was a good kid...wanted to be a clown someday. A clown...He managed to strangle her. But of course the police came, and with the police, my father..." The dormouse closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "He shoved past the police, his chainsaw in hand, and killed Charlie...Just like my mother. Charlie knew it was coming, so he was happy he could protect me...But after he was dead, I was taken back..."
"Then, just to punish me, he tortured Keith, so hard, that his mind snapped, and then killed him to. Just to depress me...The look of pain on my brother's face..." He let out a shaky breath, sniffing a bit, "There was no one to help me now. Everyone I loved was dead. My father treated me even more like crap. I had to take the names of the people that were coming in, when I couldn't even spell. I didn't even know the alphabet. Charlie said he was going to teach me, but he never had the time..." He sighed, looking up, "So I took my father's gun from his drawer, and sat in my room, next to my tiny tombstones of my mother, Keith, Scott, and Charlie, and shot myself. Since I missed the most vital part of my brain, I had to lay there awhile before I died, but that was ok. By then, I liked the pain I caused myself, just not the pain of others...I knew fully where I was going, and that it might be just as painful, but I choose to take the risk, and I'm glad I did..."
"Well, sorry it was so long...I told you it would sound like I was complaining about my life. The parts that were ok, I liked. But I like it here better. I was the first one here, you know. Killed myself at age eight and a half. I was even here before the queen. So I know the most about it..." Jujuki sighed once more, resting his head on the King's lap. "I have so many friends now. I'm so happy...I wish I could have someone dear to me, like your queen...I'd like to meet someone like that...More than a friend. Even though I love you and the hatter, and the hare, dearly. You know what I mean...I'm sorry to have taken so long. Are you feeling better?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 9:57 am
"Royal amnesty" The Boy sighed and picked the otehr up. He was horrified from what the young boy had to deal with in his short life. His arms wraped around the boy's figur, holding hism close. "No, but I realise I didn't had it so bed..."He moved the hair from the boy's eye. "We can try and get it out you know...the Hatter must know how and you would probebly heal here, where you can't die..."
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:01 am
The Dormouse
Jujuki Thristen
"If I go to sleep the darkness will eat me..."
"Nah. It's bound with me for life. If it came out, I'd get more infected than it already is. I'm fine with it, really. Don't worry about me, your highness...just concentrate on getting better..." He hugged the king back, not being able to stand the thought of him being in pain. "You still had it bad, your highness. Those horrible experiences should not be compared to one another. It was worse for you, because you trusted him almost all the time. I never trusted my father, so the scars weren't as deep."
((headin' out now, I'll be back later.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:27 am
"Royal amnesty" The king bit his lip and closed his eyes. Tears started to fall down his face. "Please call My Micha…It's how the friends I had called me..."He mumbled through the tears. "J-Jujuki...I'm a mean person...I'm a mean person.
H-He loved me, he was just sick...I needed to stay...He is all alone now and I lied to him...I lied to him...I told him I hate him...I don't hate him...I-I love him even after he did that, I love him, I miss him..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:48 am
The Caterpillar (Picture coming soon)
Kichiro slowly breathed in his cancer stick. He let the smoke linger in him, and then, let it out, in a corkscrew that drove through the air. Funny, he thought, there is no consequence for smoking here. Kichiro roamed through the gardens, the flowers that smelled so sweet, yet, he could never fully enjoy them. They seemed empty to him. Everything in this place was. Soulless. Without bearing on reality. Words rang through his head. The words had meaning, but they were not words. They had no sounds. Only what the word meant seeped through, not the actual word itself. This world was the opposite, a world of words with no meaning.
Kichiro had been trying for a long time to decide what this world was made off. It couldn’t have been science, because there was no reasoning behind any of it. On that note, it couldn’t have been developed from logic either. His mind wandered as he strode through the unkempt babbling weeds. They screeched and shouted like elders to their children. Their morals and lessons, which had no purpose. The contradicted one another, and crowded the air with nonsense. Weeds, taking up space.
Kichiro was surprised at this too. These thoughts he was having. What he thought about the weeds, and this world. They were becoming so abstract. He had never thought like this before. At least not on purpose.
Slowly he reached the edge of the garden, and strode into the castle. The palace. Whatever you’d like to call it. He let out another puff of smoke, this one turning into a long curve. Kichiro let out another puff, and turned the curve into a question mark. He waved it away, and trotted into the structure.
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