forum Welcome To The Wonderland Asylum/Prison, Home To Some Of This World's Most Insane Criminals (5/6, though potentially more)

Started September 21, 2021 by @Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap

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"do they let us have salt?" they asked with an innocent smile, tilting their head to the side like a creepy cat.

(Please don't do one liners /nm)

When the hand was offered to him, Damon just tilted his head and looked at it till it went away. He didn't seem to pay any mind to the hand that was stroking his hair, leaning into it if anything. He did look somewhat cat like, with pupils that looked angular and a mouth that always looked like it was 3.

"Yes. Not enough to kill someone. I tried," Poe said, in a condescending tone. "Nutmeg causes hallucinations." He stood up and adjusted his clothes, then sat back down, crouching on his chair warily.

"hm, guess I will just have to save up then" Aster said running his hand over his clothes, and ran his fingers through his hair, "well it was nice talking to you" He smiled before skipping back to Damon. "Hello again"

Damon just blinked at Aster, head going back to tilted. "Hello again." He parroted back, rolling the words around in his mouth as he tasted them. "How you do, do you?" Damon smiled, all sharp teeth and joy.

"Oh I am just delightful," he said sticking his hand out for Damon to shake, "And how are you?" He smiled his sweet innocent grin watching Damon carefully, "do you have any hobbies?"

Damon stared at the hand once again, turning his head from looking down at the hand then back up to Aster's face. "I'm quite pleasant, I enjoy it here just a bit." He yawned, almost bored. "And I like baking, it's a good hobby, I think."

Aster frowned before grabbing Damon's hand and shaking it, "baking sounds like a fun hobby, I like to explore." they smiled letting go of his hand. "much better," he said with an evil grin.

Damon's blinking sped up, this time very obviously offended and a little angry. He grabbed Aster's hand again and squeezed it, surprisingly strong, as he leaned in closer to the other's face. "Do not touch me without asking." His voice held more of a threat than his hand did, promising an untimely death if this transgression happened again.

Aster, still smiling, looking dead into Damon's eyes, "Oh I am sorry, I simply wanted a proper greeting" They smiled taking a step away from Damon, "but of course, I will ask next time"

Aloysius released a heavy breath through his nose as he gently rubbed Damon’s shoulder, wanting to release some of the anger building up within the Hatter. “There there love, it’s okay. I’ll keep my eyes on this one.” He whispered, leaning down to gently press his lips against Damon’s hair in a way that didn’t look like a kiss. He then sat back up straight and went back to stroking Damon’s hair as he stared at Aster. “You better watch yourself, kid, you’re in our territory and you will play by our rules.”

“Oh I’m sorry, then what are your rules? I wouldn’t want to break any of them after all” they smiled messing with their clothes as they spoke. “If you would be so kind as to tell them that is, but if you don’t have any actual rules, then I have nothing to follow”.
(And uh can Aster have a ribbon in their hair? Also no idea how long this is- on my phone so smaller screen :) )

“Well the first rule is, stay out of our business.” Aloysius began, his tone firm yet smooth as his eyes followed every slight movement that Aster made. “We are here for a reason, we have our stories, but unless one of us invites you into the conversation you keep your nose out. Second rule, do not touch our belongings and this includes our clothes. Just don’t touch us. Third rule, Alice, is that you play innocent. We know you did something that landed you here, so it’s evident that you’re far from innocent, but you can at least act it for the sake of playing the part. Your comment about wanting salt and nutmeg wasn’t very subtle.” The man paused to take a deep breath, now running his fingers through Damon’s hair in a sensual manner. “Final rule; talk of death involving yourself or other inmates is prohibited, and that’s a rule that the wardens set out after an incident involving shoe laces. Understand?”

“Oh well subtly has never exactly been my strong suit,” they smiled, “and I will do my best to follow those rules, but in case I do fail to follow them, what would the consequences be? I mean, what can you do?” They said tilting their head curiously.

“I wouldn’t ask that in a room of convicted criminals.” Aloysius mused with a faint curl at the corners of his lips, which faded just as quickly as it has appeared. “And it’s less about what we will do and more about what the wardens will do. Especially Hector, Hector doesn’t take any of our crap as easily as the others.”

“Oh, how scary” they said rolling their eyes, “now I think I will leave you alone, although, I don’t think you will invite me into many conversations, I mean. It is much easier to just hop into them” they said, ending the conversation by simply skipping away.

(This seems interesting, is it too late to join as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?)

(Not at all!!!)

(Sorry, didn't mean to post this so late. Let me know if this is okay or if I should change anything)
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
Names: Asher Crane and Felix Crane
Pronouns: He/him for both
General: Asher and Felix both have straight black hair that goes just below their ears, dyed orange at the tips. They've always liked looking as similar as they possibly could, from dying their hair the same to wearing the same outfit just to mess around with people, even if it does make them look a bit ridiculous. They are extremely mischievous and violent, tormenting people being one of their favorite pastimes. They argue with each other frequently and threaten each other a bit too much, but work pretty well together when trying to bother people. Asher is the more reckless of the two, usually picking fights he can't win, while Felix is more calculated and thinks things through.

(I can clearly tell it's too late to join, so I'm just going to stalk. But, if I may, I'd like to inquire on why there's no Chesire Cat? Sorry if it seems like I'm trying to get in, I'm just genuinely curious.)

(I just forgot clown emoji you can join with it if you'd like)

Poe frowned at Aster. He already was particularly averse to him, and to top it off, he was downright obnoxious. They swung their pocketwatch like a pendulum, watching the arc it made in the air.

Damon kept muttering something under his breath about children and nooses, so that would probably end up in a Situation. He glared at Aster, hands curling and uncurling as his gaze kept flickering around, but always ende dback up on Aster. "'Sius I want to watch him die." Damon muttered, looking like a grumpy cat.

(huh- uh wait- what? do you mean I have to come up with it or-?)

(Ah no, I just mean at the moment your character hasn't made any notice to the gaurds yet, so he'll get a design eventually)

(huh- uh wait- what? do you mean I have to come up with it or-?)

(Ah no, I just mean at the moment your character hasn't made any notice to the gaurds yet, so he'll get a design eventually)

(ah okie…Guess i will just have to get thier notice)