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

tune

(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)

(Yeah, I'll do that.)

Name: Tvora Nightingale
Pronouns: They/Them
General Appearance: Tvora has pale skin and long purple hair with black highlights. They have cat-like yellow eyes that almost look soulless, sharp fang-like blood-stained teeth and sharp claw-like fingernails. Tvora is relatively skinny with long legs, long arms and an angular face. They have large eyes. an unnaturally wide smile and a small nose. They also have black strips tattooed onto their face and upper arms.
Personality & Background: Tvora is a very mysterious being and it is debatable if they are even human anymore. They are cruel and like to torture people, even those who are dangerous. Tvora got here because they began killing and eating people whom they disliked. Soon enough they began eating anyone because they began craving blood. In Wonderland Asylum they don't get human meat and fish will have to suffice. Tvora isn't seen much as they barely even leave their cell and the others do not know much them.

(Do you have an outfit design idea for them or do I get to make it?)

(So am I in? If so, what is the design for the twins?)

(two matching striped balls :)

(Aight, Imma write down my personal design for their outfit.)

Outfit: Black jumpsuit with no sleeves, harem pant legs and white faux fur on the collar. Purple paw boots and purple fingerless gloves with pink paw pads on them and white faux fur at the end of each glove. The pant legs of the jumpsuit cover up where the boots start, making them look as though they ease into the leg. Tvora wears mechanical cat ears and tail, being purple and tabby-like. They also wear a black choker brandishing a ring of citrine.

“Don’t worry,” Aloysius murmured softly as he moved his hand down to caress Damon’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’m sure you will have that opportunity at some point. But for now you’ll have to bear with listening to it’s disgustingly adolescent voice and seeing it’s stupidly youthful face. How old even is it anyway?”

(I guess I should jump in? Or just tell me if you have a different plan or something and want me to delete this.)

Asher and Felix glanced at the stranger while sitting on the floor, having been playing patty-cake before he arrived. Felix slowly looked at them up and down, sizing him up, before turning to Asher and whispering in his ear. "Looks like we have a newcomer. Too bad they look so weak and boring, what a shame!" They both snickered as they continued to eye him. Asher brought up his hands and made a rectangle with his fingers, "I suppose looks aren't everything though. It should be fun to have someone new here anyway, don't you think?" he said as he peered through the rectangle and at the newcomer. "Contrariwise, I think they'll be nothing but a nuisance." Felix stated blandly as he copied Asher's movement, "But whatever the case, messing around with him should still be fun!" he added. Not caring much to actually talk to the newcomer, they began playing patty-cake again.

Marisol, naturally, only noticed the newcomer when she realized that no one else was paying attention to her. She glanced over, spotting the others - mostly Aloysius, Damon, Poe, and Aster - around a new figure with blonde hair and the rosiest cheeks she had ever seen. They reminded her of, shockingly, herself, more beautiful than people knew what to do with.

She sauntered toward the group, making sure to add a little swing to her hips. She shoved the others away and smiled at the new person, mustering all of her charm and blinding beauty into her expression. "Oh, hello," she drawled, positive that her teeth were white enough to blind the person in front of her. "A newcomer! What did you say your name was again?"

Aster stuck out his hand to the random female that had just approached him to shake her hand. “Aster! And what is yours?” He asked with an innocently sweet smile. He looked her up and down silently, still holding that innocent look.

“Don’t worry,” Aloysius murmured softly as he moved his hand down to caress Damon’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’m sure you will have that opportunity at some point. But for now you’ll have to bear with listening to it’s disgustingly adolescent voice and seeing it’s stupidly youthful face. How old even is it anyway?”

Damon closed his eyes and leaned more into the touch, glaring at the child. "Must be around five, is that how old children are when they get annoying?" He mumbled, snarling a bit at Aster if he was looked at by the boy.

“I don’t remember being that young so I wouldn’t know, but I assume they’re annoying no matter what unless they’re either a man or a newborn baby. There’s no in between.” Aloysius shrugged, sighing softly as his vision blurred slightly. “It’s nearly been two hours, they’re pushing their luck.” He mumbled, his eyes drifting to the door as if he were waiting for someone to enter.

As if there were something watching them, which there probably was, three guards opened the large metal door. Two of them were holding weapons whilst the one in the middle was pushing a cart out. "Lunchtime, inmates!" The middle guard called out, knocking against the edge of the cart.

On the cart, there were a few plates and a Tupperware container, each plate held a specialized plate, whereas the Tupperware container just held some odd oatmeal-looking abomination.

Poe crossed his legs, pressing themself farther back in the chair. They didn't like the guards at all. They were loud and clunky, and generally disorienting. He shook out his hair, tucking his feet underneath himself. Poe was hoping they brought them curry today, but it seemed unlikely.

“They didn’t bring it, did they?” Aloysius grumbled as he watched the wardens, his eyes slowly narrowing on the trolley as he searched it. He rubbed his chin, seemingly deep in thought as he just continued staring. “Are they hiding it?”

Damon rolled off the armchair and made his way over to the trolley, rummaging around on the plates before he produced two. One was filled with pastries and tea party foods, whilst the other had actual food on it. The one with the pastries had two bundles delicately set off to the side. "Found them!" He giggled. "Silly cards put them with my sweets."

Aster, having no idea what was going on, just sat on the ground and watched everyone with idle curiosity. They played with their hair as they did so.

“Can you make sure at least one of those is what I hope it is before I start preparing to throw hands?” Aloysius hissed coolly, his eyes drifting from Damon, to the wardens, then back to Damon again.