Misha, still lounging half on half off her cot, spoke up, a puff of coy smelling smoke wafting around the room. "And who are you on the inside then, little Alice?"
She slid off the cot, her movements more snake like than anything. She sank all the way to floor, oddly graceful, yet the smile on her face and sharpness in her wild eyes suggested that she was truly anything but a gracefully beautiful woman. "Tea, my queen?" she asked offering the little pipe to the regal woman sitting beside her up on the bed.
Queenie looked to Misha and took a lock of her beautiful blue hair into her hand. She wound it about her finger and release it, repeating the process. "No thank you, dear." Her eyes were still trained on the girl.
"Yes, I'm an Alice. But on the inside…" Alice turned to look questioningly at the blue-haired woman. She cocked her head to the side and let a small giggle escape her throat, her eyes growing wide and transforming herself into what can only be described as someone who is too far gone down the rabbit hole. "On the inside, I am Alice," she demonstrated an interpretation of her inner monster before going back to her mask. "Who are you?" The innocence in her voice almost sounded genuine. Almost.
Misha ignored the girl's query, instead turning to Queenie and Hatter. "Too many masks and faces. Alice doesn't know who Alice is. Just a scared little girl playing dress up. The Beast under her skin isn't as insane as ours. Perhaps in time…" She took another puff. Leaning into the hand of the Queen of Hearts. She made a sound in the back of her throat that resembled a purr.
Remebering the girl asked her a question she said simply, but with a sinister smile, "I am the caterpillar deciding not to be a butterfly."
"Ooh! Ooh! My turn, my turn!" Damon exclaimed with a happy gasp and a giggle. "I'm the Mad Hatter, a silly name, but a suiting one!"
Queenie looked bored and disinterested but she answered the girl's question nonetheless. "I am your queen, The Queen of Hearts. Know that first in foremost and we'll get along just fine."
Neither of the Twins Little said anything. They just kept their eyes shut in a sleep-like doze, rocking against each other and humming slowly in a waltzy rhythm.
"… Okay then… why would they group up a bunch of oddballs…" Alice attempted to entertain herself with pondering after getting at least some answers. She got up and began to slowly walk around her cell, giving herself something to do rather than continue to question the other residents like a clueless idiot. Though perhaps it may be funny to annoy them… hmm yes let's try that…
"So… how long have you guys been in here? Is escaping possible? Would I be able to get my hands on a knife?" She began to string questions along, both important and not.
Misha rolled her head around on her shoulders so she could watch the girl as she stepped around the room. There was intelligence within her, Misha could tell as she puffed on her pipe. Her eyes glazed for a moment and the colors of the world swirled, but she snapped back to her sharpness within a moment.
"Escape is futile, for the world is just within your mind, little Alice. Why would you desire to leave a world of wonder?"
Queenie nodded. "Listen to the Caterpillar, she is wise." She ran a hand through Misha's hair. Her head tilted. "And to answer your other pointless questions – It's doesn't matter how long we've been here, a better question is 'why'? And why ask if you can get your hands on a knife when you already have? A better question would be 'Would I be able to get my hands on a knife in Wonderland?' And to that question I have no answer, I have no desire for a knife."
She sighed with boredom. "Children ask childish questions…." she muttered.
Damon had sliced one of his fingers open on the sharper part of his bed frame and was running the bloodied finger on the wall, staring in wonderment as the blood glistened like rubies then dried. He gave a mad little giggle as he did it again, this time with the other fingers. Unbeknownst to the others, he was listening, he was always listening. "Oh girl, just enjoy your time here. It's a little vacation~" He purred with a small grin before he burst into another fit of giggles.
(I'm here, I just have no idea how to respond cuz I'm an idiot~)
Herm, someone could notice Damon and be like "Guys, he's doing it again."//
(Lmao neither of my characters can do that unless spoken to.)
(Ah sorry my internet cut out and my chromebook just had an error I can't fucking fix until I go back to school)
((I would, but Queenie doesn't care that much))
((But we need to continue soo…))
Queenie's eyes slid to Damon as he cut his fingers. She shook her head in disapproval. "Damon, stop it. You are ruining those cute little fingers and not to mention the paint job on the walls."
"But it's so fascinating! Look at those little drops of ruby! Plus, our little Alice is not being entertaining, so I must entertain myself." Damon says, his happy face moving into a scowl as fast as lightning. "Can we make her do something interesting?"
"If you come over here, I can do something very interesting. Yes, indeed," Alice piped up at the sound of her name being mentioned. She sat up before slowly pushing herself to stand up and move towards Damon, her hands reaching forward like a small child searching for a mother's hand to hold.
"Aww! So cute! I wonder how easy those little fingers would break!" Damon said, standing up and swiftly making his way towards Alice. "Very cute indeed, Cheshire did a good job finding us a little Alice for us to play with."
