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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(so like, clothes? what are the uh thoughts on that?)

(Everyone has a different dyed jumpsuit! with something embroidered on it. For example, Damon has a purple jumpsuit with a top hat embroidered on it along with a teacup.)

(a okie)

Aster walked over to Damon with a bright smile and stuck out his hand, "Hi, its a pleasure to meet you" he said tilting his head slightly to the side, with an innocent smile.

Sat on the back of Damon’s chair, using each armrest for his feet, was a tall man with ear-length, curly, dark navy hair. He wore a dark blue jumpsuit with a black caterpillar patch stitched onto the sleeve, and a pair of plain black socks. No shoes. He wasn’t allowed shoes when he wasn’t with wardens.
His pearly blue eyes focused on their new ward-mate while he leaned his cheek on one fist, using his other hand to gently stroke Damon’s head as if the man were a cat. “You look pretty young…Hmm…The name’s Aloysius and you will refer to me as nothing but Aloysius.”

Poe blew a strand of hair from his eyes and turned his gaze to the newcomer. They pulled on their white jumpsuit and twisted the chain of their pocketwatch silently. Poe's first rule was 'Don't speak until spoken to,' and he wasn't about to break it.

Aster smiles at the people he had just met, already forgetting their names as he wasn’t really paying attention. He saw the person in white with a pocket watch and skipped over to them, “hello! I am Aster, pleasure to meet you”

“It takes less than a minute for a human to drown,” Poe said, which wasn’t what they meant to say at all. He glanced away from the blond in front of them, then looked at him again, eyes narrowed.

"Really, hm I can use that," Aster muttered. "anyway, can I see your watch?" they smiled sticking out their hand. He had no reason to look at the watch, he just wanted to.

"No," Poe said, leaning away from Aster. "NO." He pulled his legs up into their chair. "It's mine."

Aster nodded, "oh alright, what did you say your name was?" they smiled brightly.

"Poe," they said softly. "Five tablespoons of salt will kill you." He flexed his hand and began counting under his breath. Aster was making him nervous.

"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?”