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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 10:12 pm
 A small mouse hole on the side of a hill, one must have to crouch before entering through. A dormouse is usually expected to stay inside a home or a palace, but this particular one prefers a home where she is able to freely tinker about. This home only contains three rooms; The tinkering room(or rather a the room where the mouse messes with various items people give to her), a kitchen, bathroom, and a bedroom. The bedroom is off limits, but the three other rooms can be explored(especially so since the tinkering room is the very first room you enter upon arriving).
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 10:22 pm
  Profile:Here | With:No One | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ●  -Enter-
Ah, home. Élodie wrapped a small hand around her door and bent down slightly as she entered through her mouse hole. She was immediately greeted by dim lighting and a warm room.
She closed the door behind her and huffed, glancing down at her work station; Élodie had recently been dissembling random clocks she found and putting different pieces together to make a clock explosive, which was too violent for her taste, but a fun experiment nonetheless.
The Dormouse pulled her hair back and tied it in a simple messy bun before sitting down at her desk, poking at the work in progress.
Most would assume that the mouse had very little intelligence worth noting, but she was far different from the tale. In fact Élodie is a highly intelligent girl, capable of making dangerous weapons if she had the motivation to. The Dormouse kept her hobbies hidden, other than the obvious flower picking and hair braiding nonsense. But it wasn't like she was hiding it in the first place, no one seemed to ever ask.
Élodie leaned back in her chair and yawned, slowly dozing off.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 5:11 pm
 Profile:Here | With:No One | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● The sun did not peer through her mouse home, however the screeching of her cuckoo clock stirred her from her peaceful slumber. Élodie peeled her face from the desk of her tinkering room and stared down at her completed clock bomb... Now, she supposed she could test it to see if her mechanical construction worked...
The little mouse first had to get herself ready for the morning, which involved being twice as slow as the usual person.
She lazily groomed her hair, braided a segment, and pinned it to the side of her head, groggily slipped on a pale blue gown, and slumped forward as she stepped into her shoes one foot at a time. Afterwards, she threw a leather satchel over her shoulder and slipped her clock bomb inside, the field would be a good place to practice...
Élodie rubbed her eyes, then patted her stomach. But first, breakfast.
-Exit-
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 9:45 am
 Mood ➤: Cozy l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: Messenger Bag ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne walked inside the house while turning his head in different directions, examining the dormouse's house. He looked at the gears and pieces from a clock in awe and curiosity. He looked up at Elodie when she offered him a seat, he placed his orange bag down and climbed on top of the cushioned chair. "Hmm, comfy~" he cooed in satisfaction while making himself comfortable, "Juic- no wait! Milk would be nice, please." he said with a wide smile while swing his legs. "I want to grow faster." at least that's what he heard what his father said.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains:
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 10:05 am
Profile:Here | With:Osborne | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● "Alright, milk it is then so you can grow big and strong." She gave a small nod and went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of milk, one for her and one for him. She might as well drink a glass, however she had already reached her maximum height... Sadly enough.
Upon returning with the milk, she handed it to him and sat down in a chair in front of her desk. She turned the chair and faced him with a curious expression. "I should be bringing you back to your... Uncle, was it? When you think we're done here, I can drop you off at your uncles home." Élodie gave a small smile as she sipped at her milk. It was only right for an adult to escort the child safely to their guardian, Wonderland was a dangerous place. "Tell me about yourself, Osborne, I never saw you in Wonderland before."
That was right, the Dormouse had never seen even a cameo of him anywhere, up until today. He was a strange one, perhaps a child from the real world that had managed to stray in? Or had he come from elsewhere?
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 2:49 pm
Mood ➤: Cozy l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: Glass Milk ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne grinned as he took the cup of milk and took a sip. He looked to Elodie when she asked about himself. He moved the cup of milk away from his face leaving a white moustache from the milk, "Well, I'm eight years old, I was born in Wonderland, I love my mommy, daddy, uncles and aunties. I sometimes wish I had a little sister or brother, I don't like girls because they have cooties; don't touch me please, umm I live with my Uncle at the moment because I'm actually from the future and his the only one that knows about time travel; shhh it's a secret! And...OH! I have my mommy's eyes!" he said with pride then continued sipping on his milk.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains:
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 4:15 pm
Profile:Here | With:Osborne | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● Élodie gagged on her milk, spitting it out slightly as she tried to make sense of what he had said. Aside from his likes and dislikes, he came from the future!? Well... She supposed anything was possible in Wonderland, but that was beside the point, he knew things that would happen in the future.
"Why are you sharing this secret with me, little one? I could be a bad person." She whispered, leaning forward. She was using herself as an example, if Élodie were a bad person, she could exploit Osborne for his information. "So that must mean... Your parents don't know you yet?" The little mouse leaned back in her chair. "I'm going to have to bring you back safely then..."
[Out.Of.Character; Oh snap I think I know who the parents are >u> Jinthel cough Oswald]
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 10:07 pm
Mood ➤: Cozy l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: Glass Milk ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne tilted his head at Elodie's example, he pointed at her. "Because the Auntie Elodie I know isn't a bad person. Oh and by the way... I see a handsome beast in your future.~" he like he was a fortune teller then let out a cheeky laugh. He shook his head. Seeing whoever was a person bad wasn't a problem for because he would compare with the one he meet in the future, but if it was he had never seen before in his life well... Don't talk to strangers! "Nope, but that's why I'm here, really." he said nervously while scratching the back of his head. "Mhm! Don't worry about me too much, I'm brave!" he said with a pout.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains: Correct!
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:12 am
Profile:Here | With:Osborne | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● "Ack!" Élodie grew slightly flustered at Osborne's cryptic fortune telling, her head reeling back in surprise. "You shouldn't play jokes on me..." She grumbled, relaxing in her seat after that slight burst of energy. "And why do you keep calling me... Auntie Élodie?"
"Mnm... Anyways... You shouldn't, erm." The Dormouse didn't know how to put her sentence into words that wouldn't hurt the child. "Make yourself known to your... Parents. Otherwise it might, uh... Alter the future."
She didn't want to dwell on that, his uncle probably had told him what to do... But still. Nonetheless, she would still take him to his uncle, and probably would keep it that way if he kept coming to her home regularly. Élodie wanted to be careful and keep him safe. And to keep him safe alone in Wonderland during its most gruesome moments in history, she might have to make a weapon of some sort.
"What am I like? In the future?" She suddenly asked.
[Out.Of.Character; awww yeeee]
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:12 am
Mood ➤: Cozy l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: Glass Milk ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne leaned back on the chair, "Because it rhymes and it's catchy, I call some grown-ups auntie or uncle because it's weird saying only their first name and boring calling by their surname." Ozzie puffed his cheeks when the Dormouse said one of the rules about time travel. He nodded his head, "Yes, yes, yes, I know that. That's why I'm gonna be watching them from a far." the last part was full of mischief in his voice. He raised both of his brows in surprise when Elodie asked about her future self, he rested his hand on his cheek and his elbow on the arm chair. "What you are like hmm...you're still short." he point out the obvious. He soon remembered what Elodie said about making jokes, he closes his eyes. "Hmm, I would keep an eye on that scary queen if I were you." what was he kidding all the queens are scary when they are together, "The one that looks old but isn't." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Ofcourse I can't give you the details because I might 'alter the future.'" he said with a smile while mimicking her voice at the end.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains:
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 2:47 pm
Profile:Here | With:Osborne | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● She didn't want to be so rude to him, Élodie wasn't that strict. She let out a soft, lighthearted chuckle at his fortune telling, until he warned her of the Queen. But which one? He was being so vague... "You already told me you're from the future, the least you could do is tell me which queen... I mean, for safety reasons." Hopefully it wasn't specifically her that would be facing this problem, but if so, she wondered what it was about.
"This is all going to be a big mess..." Élodie groaned and ran her hands through her hair, leaning forward as she closed her eyes. "Hm... Should I take you back to your Uncle now? Ah, but first, I was thinking of making you something for protection... I might actually have something." Slowly, she sat back up and turned around, looking through many drawers on her desk.
[Out.Of.Character; Sorry for editing so much, I realized I had a broken link to her profile DX]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 12:17 pm
Mood ➤: Excited l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: None ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne let out a yawn then rubbed his eyes, "Hmm, she has same colour hair and hairstyle as yours, I kinda forgot her name." he said with a light laugh then scratched his head. He placed the empty cup of milk on the table then turned to Eldoie, "Aww but I don't want to go~." he whined while shaking his head. He wasn't interested going to his uncle's place and get tucked in for bed. His ears perked up when he heard a radio(lets say there is a radio) in the room announcing something about a haunted house, "Ooo~" his eyes light up with interest/mischief. That can't be good. He then turned his attention towards Elodie, "A weapon!" he guessed while stand on the chair ready to jump from excitement.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains: No worries
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 12:50 pm
Profile:Here | With:Osborne | Title:The Dormouse | Theme:Here
● Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose. ● That must mean... The Queen of Spades. Élodie pushed that thought away and shook her head, continuing her search.
"Ah, here." She said, pulling out pale blue orbs from her desk. She didn't want to give him something completely dangerous. "These are smoke bombs, it's not a weapon weapon... But in emergencies you can throw them on the ground and make an escape." The Dormouse was only willing to give five, assuming he would at least try one just for the fun of it. "When you're older, I can make you something like a sword. Maybe a gun? Hmmm..."
Her thought was interrupted as her room's radio made an announcement, causing her head turned towards the radio, then to him; It wasn't hard to see he was interested, and Élodie took mild curiosity in the haunted house herself. "Would you like to go?" Perhaps it would entertain him until the mouse was able to bring him back to his uncle? Besides, she needed to get out more and spice up her life. She didn't want to be boring... And at least he would be safe.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 10:50 am
Mood ➤: Excited l Location ➤: Dormouse's House l Company ➤: Dormouse l Item/s ➤: Smoke Bomb ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
Osborne looked up at the pale blue orbs, he title his head. "Smoke bombs?" he stared the items curiously. He hopped off his chair then went over to Elodie's desk then went on his tippy toes to have a closer look. He snapped his head up towards the dormouse when she mentioned something making something more dangerous than a smoke bomb, he closes his eyes. "Hmm, I see Auntie Eldoie making me one of those big swords those cool adventurer people use.~" he said in his fortune teller tone while making weird hand movements like he was casting a spell, he can't see that far but hopefully it would persuade the mouse; not.
"Yes please!" he smiled widely then took one of the smoke bombs then carefully examined, he let out a gasp when an idea popped in his little head. "Maybe I can test one of these out, to throw at the monsters." she said while staring at the orb.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Dogs leave paw prints
on your heart.~" Out.Of.Chains:
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