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Author:	Persephone [ Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:21 am ]
Post subject:	Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
The tale of Alice is an intriguing tale. A curious little girl follows a white rabbit and ends up in an upsidedown world where running gets you nowhere fast and the trails are set to singing roses. This little English girl comes across so many strange and odd people and things, the ones who made the most impressions on her leaving a quizzical impact. She deems this world to be utter nonsense after traversing through it all, growing up in the process, as many experts like to say. Alice in Wonderland is a tale of growing up and becoming a young woman, they would say. Of course, many experts tend to have a rather selective memory and subjective views. After all, who wants to believe that a man who wrote such a wonderous story was, in fact, a man who had an ulterior motive for creating this story...? What if, in fact, he had done it to capture the real Alice? Of course, this was all speculation; nothing really confirmed Lewis Caroll's indecent love of the young Miss Alice. However, it was true that he had based his Alice upon the young Alice of whom used to accompany him along with her sisters to picnics and boat rides during the summer. Ah, well. As if it truly mattered when it came to things like...this. The literature department had put some of their students on researching Alice and Lewis Caroll and then, quite suddenly, Freya had this strange idea fo her dearest younger sister. You see, older student had a bit of a problem, concerning her spunky younger sister...a...complex, if you would, where it involved her stalking the pink haired girl, knowing absolutely everything she was doing and butting in every chance she got. Most thought that Freya Williams was simply a doting, smothering odler sister. Persephone Williams, the object of Freya's unwanted attentions, typically thought this behaviour was annoying and wanted it to stop! Ever since Freya found out that Persephone was at the same school as her it was always one thing or another and she was starting to have the opposite of separation anxiety. People might see her as a frigid woman with no sense of humor whatsoever (thy would b soemwhat right), but Persephone had grown up with her and knew exactly how psychotic Freya could be when pushed. Being away at school for a whole year hadn't bene enough, it seemed, to break the silver haired woman's 'bad habit'. Somehow, she had gotten into her homework and found out about the Alice assignment and snuck into her dorm room during the dead of night...To change her clothes! She was decked out in a frilly light blue dress with a cute little frock and apron. Even a lacy white bonnet had been made to her size and then tied onto her head. Persephone had to check her underwear, too, and foudn that Freya had also altered what sort of undergarments she wore--they were bloomers. Very, very, very frilly bloomers. Worst of all, when she woke up to this girlish, baby blue nightmare, there was Freya, spooning her from behind. At about six in the morning on a Saturday, Persephone let out a scream loud enough to wake up the dead, before storming out of the dormitories to let off some steam (as well as to escape Freya's clutches). So, there she was, sitting alone in her little garden in the forest, trying not to be spooked at this early time, dressed like bloody Alice. Persephone swore that if Freya had suddenly developed a Lolita complex in the time they had been apart, she would find a way to get off the island, because that was just too creepy and weird--even by her standards.

Author:	Pan [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 2:41 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Mortals were seldom entertainment to Pan other than being delectable objects for sustenance. He enjoyed the occasional game with the lowly beings, but their intelligible capabilities were less than desirable. He’d tried more than once to watch a movie with Shai, or listen to her as she read her books out loud. He always tended to find himself zoning, imagining how much better of an existence he’d have with the mortal woman if he just finally broke down and ravaged her. Still, any lingering feelings of love for the girl he had was overpowering him. He found mortal literature and movies so dull and repetitive, but one particular book that Shai was being forced to read was rather intriguing. ”Alice in wonderland.” He mused silently to himself as he was met with the crisp night air. He had already called upon Ayperos, handing him the novel with explicit instruction for his newest deviant design. He found little necessity in sheathing his demonic form when he was surrounded with his element. So it was with a casual gait, the hulking demon lord strolled silently through the courtyard. To an onlooker he seemed nothing more than a silhouette, a trick of the eye that at a second glance would vanish in an instant. His inky hair billowed in the soft breeze, brushing against his non corporeal form as he wandered the campus. ”I have my wonderland,” He whispered silently to no one other than himself. He sighed, it was almost a lamenting one as his still form broke through a thick influx of trees on the lone path he’d taken from the courtyard. A shaky, nearly inaudible breath was caught by his finely tuned ears. There in the gardens sat a pink haired beauty, in one of the most intriguing of outfits. ”And now I have my Alice.” He said silently to himself, a wicked grin crossing his sharp features. He sank silently back into the darkness, a torrent of shadows rushing to his form as it began to shrink considerably. Moments later a pink hued bunny hopped into view, unnoticeably at first until it rose up on its hind legs to nibble at a succulent lavender bushel. The bunny was proud and almost humanlike with some of its mannerisms as it began to groom itself tediously. To the pink haired maiden a soft golden chair would be detectable around the rather large bunny’s neck. As it finished cleaning itself, the rabbit seemingly unconcerned with the girl in the garden turned slightly toward her, a small gold stopwatch hung from the chain. The bunny seemed to glance down at it, and it’s eyes widened. While it said nothing, a loud audible- human sounding gasp emitted from the bunny and instantly it took up a run, shooting out of the garden and into the nearby, lush thicket.

Author:	Persephone [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:08 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Persephone pulled at the bonnet that was on her head. It was a bit uncomfortable, she had to admit and she felt like the thing would fall off of her head at any moment, what with it being so precariously tied to her head with two ribbons. Just where in the world had Freya found this dress anyways? The costume division of the theatre department? Frowing, the young woman tugged at the skirt and it many petticoats keeping it aloft, defying all laws of gravity. The material wasn't stiff, so it wasn't likely that a lot of starch had been used; had there were, the pink haired student would have noticed. Starch on clothing always did make her itch. "Curiouser and curiouser," she said, rather in spirit of the costume; a line she would normally not say. When Persephone realized it she let out another fustrated scream to the Heavens. She would not let Freya get to her! The student swore to god that the day she cracked and fell into one of Freya's weird games was the day she'd march down into the Greek underworld and let the god Hades have his way with her. And since those myths weren't real (that she knew of anyways), that wasn't going to happen! Not by a long shot! Standing up, she brushed off the frilly skirt of grass and leaves, then inexplicably shivered. Odd, considering that it was a rather warm morning and it wasn't as if a breeze had passed her or anything. The cold felt like an inner one; a chill that ran up her spine. Although one could easily connect this sensing evil close by, Persephone affiliated it more to feeling her sister's eyes on her. Then again, to a younger sibling, their older sister's 'Big Brother' gaze was probably likened to a form of evil in and of itself. God, she wished she was an only child. Preparing for Freya's sudden appearance, Persephone was quite surprised when a rabbit appeared out of nowhere. And even strnger...it seemed to be pink. "Curiouser and--No! Stop that Persephone! Don't give in to Freya's weirdness!" she chastised herself. She couldn't help it though; she felt somewhat compelled to quote Alice as she had been doing it for the last while during many of her literature classes. And while dressed as the character herself, it wa hard not to get into the spirit of things. However, Persephone was adamant into not giving into her older sister's rather twisted games and she thought that this rabbit was possibly a part of them. Although...I don't think Freya would have gone so far as to dye an innocent bunny's fur pink! she thought, taking a step further to investigate this strange animal. Crouching nearby, the girl tilted her head to the side as her brows furrowed at the rabbit's peculiar behaviour. The way it held itself was much too proud and haughty; like a nobelman of some sort. She couldn't help, but giggle at the thought; a noble rabbit--how decidedly funny! Something glimmered in the pale morning light, catching her eye and she found that there was a chain. Oh, she thought. Did the rabbit have an owner? Perhaps this wasn't an elaborate ruse on Freya's part and maybe a pet of one of the other girls? Whoever it was, she would have a stern talk with them about treating animals properly... "Oh!' she cried out in surprise as the furry creature went quickly on its way. Had it gasped just then when it looked at its watch? Persephone decided she had read Alice once too many times. Gasping rabbits! "W-wait!" She gave chase to the strange marsupial, in the hopes of discerning its identity. Its pink fur, its mannerisms, the chain and watch...it had to belong to someone, right? And now it was loose in the wilderness of the island! Its owner was probably worried sick, so she gave chase, running after it right into the bushes. "Come back! Please! I won't hurt you!"

Author:	Pan [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:37 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Pan grinned sheepishly to himself as he heard the beautiful young woman take up pursuit behind him. He carefully darted to always remain unseen, and just when the woman would think she’d lost the trail of the curious bunny, the strange pink critter would dart out into view just long enough for Persephone to take up the chase again. There was a point to all of the seemingly random pathways the odd little bunny had taken. He was purposefully trying to disorientate the student in order to secure that she would not be able to make it back towards the dorms in any sufficient length of time. That was- if she refused to enter his realm on her own free will, he would simply take her and be done with her. Pan did not wish to prolong the chase more than necessary. To do so could possibly result in his Alice getting frustrated and simply giving up on the odd little pink rabbit. He couldn’t possibly allow that to happen. So once he was satisfied that the girl had been running enough random circles to have efficiently gotten lost he darted back into her view on a lone pathway that crossed beside a small little pond in a quaint meadow-like opening in the forestry. The odd pink bunny used it’s front paws, gently lifting the watch to his soft hued lavender eyes and checking the time. Sure the student was watching the bunny made a peculiar squeaking sound and took off towards a small, yet noticeable mound seated at the base of a large willow tree. The strange little bunny seeming almost cartoonish in mannerisms as he pressed his back against a rather moderate rock that was poised against the mound. After several moments of strategic struggling, which allowed the winded Persephone time to catch up to the bunny and his antics. As the rock was pushed away a rather large, dark entrance was revealed, and downward it seemed to dive into the still Earth. The bunny’s eyes widened in apparent shock as he saw Persephone approach. He put his head in his paws and shook his head melodramatically. ”Oh bad bad, this is bad.” a soft panicked, feminine voice rang from the small bunny. During the midst of the lamenting of being caught the bunny seemed to snap out of her apparent panic and it looked as though the rabbit would have an aneurysm on the spot. ”Oh dear I’m late!” The bunny squealed before plunging into the hole.

Author:	Persephone [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:22 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
"H-hey!" "Mister Rabbit!" "Where did you go?!" "Yikes! Oh, boy. Tripped on a root again..." "Wah! Where's Freya when you need her! She could help me catch this rabbit!" It seemed like forever since the blue clad girl started chasing after this strange rabbit. It felt like she had been running in circles, going this way and that way, tripping over large tree roots and over her own feet in trying to catch the pink bunny. It was quick! Every time it looked like she cound pounce on the little fella, it hopped right out of her way and out of view, forcing her to run further, faster...just like Pan wanted. Her chest was burning from exertion and her sides hurt, but the young woman was quite a stubborn one; the type of person who finished what she started and by golly, she was going to catch that rascally rabbit! After taking a nosedive once again, she carefully sat up, sighing as she lost sight of the rabbit again. She rubbed her knees and brushed off the white socks she wore of dirt and dust, taking a second to register her surroundings and realizing one crucial thing, other than having lost the rabbit again. She was lost. To the left, she saw a pond with cute little froggies hopping about inside. To the right, she saw a small distance of tall grass, sprinkled occasionally with wildflowers. Forward and back, she saw trees and trees and more trees. Persephone's wide blue eyes were filled with worry as she tried to remember if she had ever been to this place and came up with the obvious answer. She didn't. "Well, feet, no point in not going forward," she said to herself, getting back up and looking around. Now, she knew which direction she had gone in, but where was that curious looking rabbit? "Hmm...I wonder...maybe I should start singing show tunes in the hopes that cute little woodland animals would come aroudn to help me in my time of crisis..." As she finished her rather sarcastic sentence, she spotted a flash of pink and whirled around to spot her rabbit not so far away at the foot of a large willow tree. Her eyes widened as it pushed aside a boulder bigger than it, revealing a deep, dark passage downwards. Probably big enough to fit Persephone, she thought, should she entertain thoughts of going down a hole... A hole... Persephone's jaw dropped right then and there as the bunny looked at her and spoke, before ducking inside the hole, leaving a very perplexed Persephone behind. "N...No way!" It was a bit hard to swallow. Could it be all coincidence? It surely couldn't be Freya's work; no matter how psychotic and obsessive the silver haired woman could be there was no way she could have prepared all of this so quickly! So...what could this mean? Should she go forward, or go back? What awaited her down that rabbit hole? Curious as to what was inside, Persephone went to the base of the mound and poked her head inside. Darkness. Not much else. Perhaps nothing to be afraid of? It seemed like it would lead to some cavern below. And theat should be safe enough and hadn't she wished to get away from her sister for the next while? But she was a bit indecisive, still. Follow the pink rabbit, or not? "Alice was a little girl, who went down a rabbit hole and traveled through a Wonderland...and survived it. Surely a big girl like myself will be alright?" She had to admit, the idea of going into some strange land was appealing and she had gone out originally to escape Freya's clutches--what better and ironic way than down into this rabbit hole? And if it seemed to stretch, she could explore a bit. Exploring new parts of this strange island did have its upsides, she thought. And an adventure sounded like a good day to pass a Saturday. And so, without another thought, Persephone jumped in!

Author:	Pan [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:04 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Pan was rather surprised that the girl was so eager to follow him down into the depths of the Earth. He was first to hit the ground, but he could hear the girl in pursuit of him. With a wave of his paw, he knew he could buy himself time. He shook his head slightly, his form shifting as an undulating torrent of shadows enveloped his small, and distastefully pink form. He was returned back into the massive, hulking figure of a demon lord, his mask though did not sheath his facial features as it normally did- it was absent. He shook out his limbs, a bit tense from assuming such a small form. “You’re late.” He heard a soft, feminine voice ring through the large room. A smile spread on Pan’s features as he turned to see a familiar beautiful, lithe form standing behind him. Her ashen blonde hair fell in soft spirals down her back, her features a bit cold, but pleasant nonetheless. She was slender, tall but unbelievable curvaceous at the hips. Though the red velvet gown that draped her features narrowed significantly at the waist, exaggerating her already impressive hips. “Donyia my dear,” Pan said with a tender smile as he took the siren’s cheek in his hand. “I’m pleased with your presence.” That provoked a rather cocky chuckle from the enchanting woman. “You think I’d let you run amuck in this playground alone?” […] Persephone seemed to be falling for an incredibly long time. The hole was a tight squeeze at first, but the deeper she went the wider it became. The earthen walls seemed to fly past in her a pleasant blur, soft flickers of electric blue light emanated through the earthy veins the deeper she fell. A soft, pleasant tingle radiated through Persephone’s body, and as her descent began to gradually slow the student may have noticed the electric blue hues were attached to thousands upon thousands of runes. Whether she knew it or not, she was no longer on the mortal plane of existence. She felt weightless as she exited the mouth of the tunnel, spanned out all around her was one of the most peculiar rooms she’d ever laid eyes upon. Everything was seemingly parted directly down the center, and they were missing a half. A half of an elegant oaken desk, coupled with half of a chair; somehow managing to remain upright. Half of a couch adorned half of a hand woven rug. Half a clock ticked precariously away on the wall, half a candleholder with half of a candle with…half of a flame dimly lit the room. Persephone gracefully landed on half of a fluffy bed, her legs gently landing over the perfectly severed edge. A grandfather clock- half of one anyway that had went unnoticed in one of the far corners chimed with half of a tone six times, despite the fact that it was now midnight. It snapped her attention towards half of a bookcase with half of books. Lining the shelves, though most of the titles were decipherable. ”Revenge of the wrathful sprite…The Queen of Hearts: A Biography…Humans: Myth or Reality…The Doorway between worlds...That Legend of Alice...” Shame Persephone could only read the beginnings of the books, though some of them seemed quite intriguing. A soft, excited chattering would reach the ears of the pink-haired maiden. Through half a door a small, short rather cherub-looking sprite wandered into the room. Though ironically, she wasn’t half-clothed. She wore a modest skirt made of flower petals; the top was made of lush green leaves covered her modest breasts. Once the green haired sprite noticed Persephone she squealed with excitement. “Oh dear, Oh dear! I-didn’t-know-I-was-going-to-have-company!” She said with hardly a breath between her panicked exclamations. “I-mean-the-silly-pink-rabbit-and-now-a-pink-haired-girl-huuuuuuuuuuh!” The sprite gasped, her jaw agape and her emerald green eyes wide with surprise as if she’d just seen Persephone for the first time. “Y-y-y-y-y-you-must-be-oh-you-couldn’t-be-no-you’ve-gottta be.” The sprite said pointing at Persephone and jumping up and down wildly, flinging the half of the book she was holding into the air. Miraculously it wafted with ease towards the bookshelf and slid effortlessly inside of a waiting spot. “You-must-be-a-hooman-girl- though I don’t remember of any of them having hair the color of roses.” Her speech only seemed to slow when she was thinking to herself, going as far as poising her index finger at her pursed lips. “Are-you-a-hooman-girl? Or-are-you-one-of-those-damn-pixies-playing-a-tricks-on me.” She said with a rather stern look, crossing her arms. Though she may have tried to look imposing, but her mighty 3’5’’ stature hardly made her seem threatening.

Author:	Persephone [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:37 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Must resist the urge...must resist the urge...must resist the urge! "...." Persephone peered around. She bit her lip, her face screwed into an indecisive expression. "...I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." There, she said it. Now she could get on with her life. The fall had been long--abnormally so. She had assumed that, perhaps, her mind had been playing tricks on her and that going into the rabbit hole would lead to nothing special. A small cavity in the tree, perhaps; a tunnel that led into a little den filled with other little creatures she could coddle and coo over in a girlish manner. Apparently, her curiosity had gotten the better of the pink haired young woman this time as she fell, fell, fell, fell... The sisters Williams were well studied, although it seemed that the younger sister was more interested in myths and legends than the elder, who put all of her efforts into the arts. Persephone had studied upon Greek mythology because of her mother, because of her own name; it didn't take much to think that Persephone would have thought to look up Norse mythology, which inevitably lead her to runes. And runes was what surrounded the walls as she contineud to fall. What she thought of it, she couldn't really say. This whole affair had been bizarre from the get-go and whether or not she recognized them matter. What did matter was that she wasn't where she originally was. "Looks like I got myself further lost," the young woman said to herself, slipping off of the half bed and looking around in a curiosity she couldn't quite help. How come there were only half of everything in this room? Everything was sliced up perfectly in the middle--and it seemed this peculiar pattern also extended towards time as well! That grandfather clock clearly said twelve o' clock, and yet...it stopped at six chimes! "Curiouser and cur--" She stopped herself just in time, although with that quote coming to mind, she suddenly felt like she was missing a half of something herself. Being here in this strange place, Persephone missed Freya and wondered if the older woman was worrying herself sick about her sudden disappearance. Despite their differences and disagreements, they were still sisters after all and it was quite clear that Persephone was quite the 'baby sister' still. Her fingers brushed against the spines of the half there books on the half-shelf. One title caught her eye and she furrowed her brow, thinking to take it out and skim a bit of it. Humans: Myth or Reality? What an odd subject for a book! Just as she reached out to take it some strange chattering disturbed her and quite suddenly, the pink haired student found herslf bombarded with words and questions from a rather cute looking sprite. If she weren't being so rude by pointing her finger at her face, she would have randomly grabbed her in a hug... "HUGGING STRANGERS IS INAPPROPRIATE ACTION FOR A LADY! INTRODUCTIONS ARE IN ORDER BEFORE ANY PERSONAL CONTACT CAN BE MADE!" Inner Freya yelled at Persephone. It was a random memory of Freya when Persephone had randomly hugged a new student before introducing herself. A weird thing to be remembering, but her memory was right. Introductions should be made... "Um, no I'm human. My name is Persephone," she said, not sure if her being human was a good thing or not in this place. She'd have to remember to ask, although she had her own weird suspiscions. "And, well...My hair used to be one shade short of white. My big sis calls it 'platinum blonde'. Anyways...I...um...dyed it pink, because I like the color." She paused a moment, pondering over something. "And I'm afraid to ask, but...what is this place and do you know if I could get out of here somehow?"

Author:	Pan [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:02 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
The sprites face crinkled in confusion as the young woman spoke. She hadn’t heard of this ‘dye’ before and it was starting to puzzle her. Here, your hair was your hair. You could cut, chop, hack, but the color never changed unless you used ochre. Ochre! That had to be what the young hooman was talking about. The sprite nodded eagerly to the dye, though she’d rudely approached the human and took a light handful of the hair, yanking it down to her eye level so she could examine it. “Very-very-odd.” The sprite said with a nod, talking more to herself than to the young Persephone. It was quite sad, for the poor little sprite. The world around her had been created in less than a day, and yet it seemed like a lifetime. Pity she would never know that the world around her was a lie before she was blinked out of existence when Pan was finished with her. “Elunaria. That’s-how-I’ve-always-known-it. Though-a-horsefly-told-me-once-that-its-pixie-for-something-can’t-remember-what-he-said-though.” The sprite said in response to the girl’s question about the land. The sprite didn’t even really seem to hear the latter of Persephone’s question. She was much more concerned with what she was supposed to do. Ever since the day she was born, Brunthor- the previous keeper of the gate drilled thousands of scenarios and precautions into poor little Nieoka’s head. What to do if you should ever see a hooman. Ever since the travesty of Alice poor wonderland had changed. What had once been a beautiful estranged place was a bit darker in nature. Legend among the shiruken- Nieoka’s people, stated that one day a human girl would come to clean up the mess Alice made. “Wow-a-hooman. I’m-so-glad-you’re-here-hooman. Gee-I-dunno-what-your-sposed-ta do-but-you’ve-sure-got-a-lot-on-your-hands.” After seeing a rather quizzical look the sprite breathed deeply, intentionally slowing her words. “There’s only one-way in and one-way out. Unfortunately for you hooman, der not da same.” The sprite said with a eager nod. “You have to go-now and return chaos to the order. When-alice-came-she-really-made-amessa-things-go. She-brought-order-to da-chaos-and-disrupted-the-unbalance-now-go-rose-haired-hooman.” The sprite said ushering Persephone towards the half a door she’d come through. Once there the student found that she was faced with a dizzying array of underground tunnels. “Aight-now-you gotta-make a left,” She paused slowly, catching her breath. “Just before you make a right, but your left should be to your right if your left’s right, right?” Nieoka had confused herself. With a groan she gave Persephone a quick shove out into the tunnels and shut the half door behind her, leaving the pink-haired girl in the dark, stillness of the caverns. Seconds later she reappeared with a small torch- well half of one anyway and handed it to Persephone before retreating back into her home once more. It was quiet for several seconds, until a soft flicker of pink appeared in a tunnel far to Persephone’s right. The damnable rabbit! That little bugger got Persephone into all this mess and here she was bouncing around these catacombs. Though she was only in view for a quick flash, disappearing down the tunnels but inevitably leading Persephone in the right direction.

Author:	Persephone [ Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:33 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
"OW!" Goddammit, Freya. Way to bunch my hair into pigtails for other people to grab and pull! Persephone rubbed her head where it ached as she dutifully tried to listen to this seemingly hyperactive sprite explain some very weird things to her. Like where exactly was Elunaria? And how did she get out of it and back home where Freya was most likely chopping heads and and screaming bloody murder. Whose bright idea was it to send her to the same school as her overprotective, sociopathic sister again? While Persephone took a seat on half a chair (that miraculously stayed up despite her sitting on it), something dropping out of her pocket. It was a rosary; it was white and the beads seemed to be pale, pale pearls the color of snow. Bending down, she picked it up, recognizing it as her older sister's rosary. How did that get in there, she wondered, but then stuffed it back into her pocket as Nieoka continued to spout absolute nonsense about how she was supposed to clean up 'Wonderland', ushering her towards a door. "Hey, wait a minute. What do you mean clean up Alice's mess?" Persephone demanded, not really comprehending everything being said to her. Nieoka spoke much too quickly and didn't listen to anything the pink haired student tried to say at all. Bring order to chaos? Order back to chaos? What? It was all terribly confusing and before she knew it, she was standing in front of some tunnels with nothing, but half a torch. The young woman groaned, slapping a palm to her forehead. How did she get into these messes? Couldn't she climb back up to where she came? She vaguely remembered Nieoka speaking about how there were two ways with this crazy world and she had already used one of them; in. Now, to find he way out, which obviously wasn't the same way as in. She merely had to pick on tunnel and move forward, but which one to take? The girl in the lolita dress stood there for a small while, quietly debating her options with herself under the light of the half-a-torch lighting her way. Left? Right? Up? Down? Carrying the light towards them, they all looked the same: dark and endless and it disheartened Persephone a little. Why should she be the one to clean up someone else's mess? And a made-up character to boot? She wanted to get back home as soon as possible. No side quests for her! "Which way...?" she murmured to herself, looking between left and right and deciding on those two when she saw a familiar flash of pink go past her in another tunnel. "Ah! It's her!" It as the rabbit again--that rascally little critter that she had followed, thinking she belonged to some unfortunate student. Had Persephone known this whole thing would have happened if she followed it (the chances of a Wonderland scenario were rather thin after all--dress or no dress), perhaps she would have gone the other way, forcing Pan's hand and having the whole affair done and over with, but no. Curiousity got the better of her and she followed. Bring order back to chaos... "Ha...sounds like Human Sacrifice Alice," she said aloud, starting to give chase to the pink rabbit again. Since it knew a way to her home, perhaps she could ask it to bring her home? "Four different Alices...each contributing to the creation of Wonderland...the first Alice was bloody...the second Alice made the place crazy...the third became its queen...and the last..." She shook her head. She certainly hoped she wasn't the last 'Alice' in this story here! In that song, no one truly knew what happened to the last Alice--a pair of twins--except that they were to 'wander for all of eternity' and that could have been interpreted in many different ways. Death was one of them and Persephone had no intention of dying or staying in this place forever. "Hey! Rabbit! Come back here!" she cried, trying to get the bunny to slow down. Unexpectedly, the pursuer didn't watch where she was going and tripped on her own feet while turning and doing a rather ungainly faceplant.

Author:	Pan [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:06 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
The pink rabbit managed to remain elusive, and yet somehow managed to stay just beyond Persephone’s site, as they had done earlier in the thicket. Ever so often the rabbit would stop, leaning against the wall with the façade that she was merely trying to catch her breath. In actuality, it was almost as if the creature sensed the pink-haired woman’s plight- whenever she managed to stumble, she would still be able to catch a hint of the bunny. ”Oh dear, oh dear! She’s going to be so angry with me!” Persephone would hear the bunny exclaim, holding the small watch in her paw. Without a second thought the bunny darted quickly to the right, where a soft amber glow was just visible around the corner. It would take Persephone several minutes to navigate the long cavernous corridor to where she’d last seen the bunny. Though the soft luminescence in the distance only seemed to fuel the young woman with hopes of escaping the darkness of the tunnels. Almost like clockwork, as Persephone neared the soft glow, the half flame from the half torch she held seemed to flicker, the flame dancing as it sputtered out- embracing the cold touch of death. When Persephone would turn the corner she would find the entry wall to a rather modestly sized room. A small ballroom perhaps, with elegant beige marble tile lining the floor. The room was somewhat narrow, with several doors lining the walls, so many doors that Persephone would barely be able to fathom fitting that many doors in such a room! Some were sideways, long ways, this way and that way, but all seemed to stack well with one another as if it were the intended design. The room had little décor, a twisted black metal chandelier hung low overhead, with several magenta candles lighting the room. In the center of the room, a small glass table sat, where a small silver key laid in wait. As Persephone observed the room she would note that all of the doors had a small label on them, although the writing was neat it wasn’t in English- in fact it didn’t really look like any language she’d seen before. The room was strange, but it was most definitely organized. On the far side of the room sat a door unlike the rest. While all the others were made of what looked to be a rich mahogany, this door was iron grated, more like a gate. What was more impressive still was that it was incredibly small, with an archway of stone. On top of the archway there seemed to be an obsidian impish gargoyle perched- still and seemingly unanimated.

Author:	Persephone [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:36 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
Persephone was quite nervous when it suddenly became darker once again. She gave a startled cry of dismay when her torch went out, its flame flickering until it no longer lit her way through the tunnels in her attempts to chase down the rabbit. She stood there, stunned that such a thing happened...until her attention was turned to the darkness behind her; the light in the not so far away distance furthering the paranoia suddenly creeping up on the girl. Perhaps she had seen one too many horror movies where the protagonist or several cast memebrs would die from being attacked from behind, or that she truly believed in demons and ghosts after all. But for whatever the reason, ever since she was young, Persephone was afraid of what laid in wait for her in the dark...of what she couldn't see. It was like a looming presence she couldn't shake and she propelled herself forward, trying to escape back into a world of light. Her heels clicked on the marble tiling, bringing her attention down a moment to stare at the floor, which had been meticulously waxed. She could see the semblance of her reflection in its shine. The maiden raised her gaze and glanced around, taking in the chandelier above her first. It stuck out to her in a such a large rom filled with so many doors. It was like a vortex, she thought. An elegant design in black that made her think of a black hole sucking in everything around it, the black metal twisted in two layers, like a pinwheel. On each end was a candle that burned brightly, filling this spacious room with light. She looked around the hall, her soft footfalls echoing in the seemingly empty room. She had seen the glass parlor table and took note of the little key that sat there. The student examined it, wondering if it would fit into the locks of one of the doors. She kept it on hand as she did a circle around the room, inspecting each mahogany door and being puzzled over the strange lettering on each label she came across. This was much like the room of doors, she reflected. A bizarre room indeed, only slightly less topsy turvy. At least the laws of gravity seemed to be obeyed here and the doors lined the walls, although not the walls themselves. And sometimes she would take to trying the key out, but to no avail. The locks were either too big or too small. Where did this key belong? Finally, she came across the small gate, which was quite the curious find amongst the others as it didn't quite fit with the rest of the room, as odd as that sounded. She touched the doorframe, wondering where this could lead to. Certain death? Or another area of this strange place? Exactly where had Alice ended up after the hall of doors again? "Ugh, I should have paid more attention to that part," she bemoaned. From the Catterpillar up to the end of the tale of Alice, Persephone remembered well enough. As for anything else before that and after Alice went through the door...Hmmm... Getting a bad feeling about what she was going to do, she tentatively knocked on the door, to see if she got any strange reactions or if anyone was on the other side. If all was clear, she would try the key on the door...

Author:	Pan [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 12:56 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
The gargoyle hadn’t stirred; in fact he looked as if he’d been carved directly out of the obsidian metal that was the door’s primary construct. He didn’t have a hard job really, and while he had taken over the family business life had always seemed just so boring. In his silent slumber he remembered the speech his father had given him time and time again. ”Your great great great great grandfather was a door, your great great grandfather was a door, your great grandfather was a door, your grandfather was a door, I’m a door- you’re going to be a door and that’s that.” Charc had always argued that he hadn’t quite been born a door, but that didn’t stop his father from finding him a damned similar job. He shifted every so slightly, too slight for Persephone to notice. Yep-still attached to the Iron Gate. Eternally bound until his life would end. To be honest, he didn’t want to be a damned door. He had spent most of his younger days fantasizing about flying across the lands, perhaps even doing some scouting for the Queen. He’d even seen her once, she wasn’t as bad as they said she was. Though, it was by her creed that he would always and forever remain…a door. Charc’s silent contemplations were interrupted by the soft thuds of an unmistakable knock. Charc lazily opening one of his golden eyes and found he was staring directly at two pillars of white. He frowned, but a soft shuffle from overhead drew his attention upward. To his shock an incredibly tall…human? He yawned and arched his back, scratching his long torso with his small, clawed hands. Out of reflex he tried to stretch his legs, but even after a century of being mounted here he always seemed to forget. He was a fucking door. His legs were permanently sealed inside of the enchanted stone archway, he was stuck and he wasn’t going anywhere soon. “What do you want?” The gargoyle said defensively, bitter about his fate and thankful to finally have someone to take it out on. Anyone who had used the door before knew that it took a different way to unlock him every time. There were few who came through him, only two that he’d actually been conscious to see in the past fifty years. Though- most who used his door, knew how to unlock him and hence never bothered him. So as edgy and angry as he seemed with his 2ft demeanor, he was actually quite happy to have some company.

Author:	Persephone [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:13 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
"Holy crap, a talking door!" That was the first thing that escaped the young woman's lips. Surely other, more intelligent sayings could have left the girl's perfect pink lips. Perhaps an elegant, tiny lttle gasp of surprise, or a cute little squeak as she jumped back, possibly tripping on her own feet and falling backwards and showing off her fine array of petticoats and frilly bloomers as she went down. But no. Although she had expected something, the shock of actually coming across a door that talked was still a novelty idea to her and had to have the appropriate reaction to it. Both the original Alice and Freya Williams would have shook their heads at the pink haired student's lack of decorum. Finally, Persephone managed to stop gaping and ask what she wanted of the door. "Oh, sorry about bothering you, but...could you tell me what's behind...you? Er...the door?" she inquired. She wasn't sure if this gargoyle was the door itself, a spirit in the door, or something else entirely, so she had to generalize things as best as she could. She crouched in front of Charc, trying to look him in his beady yellow eyes, although she did find her gaze wandering to the gargoyle's smaller form. He wasn't unlike the gargoyles on some cathedrals she'd seen, but somehow...he looked cuter than them. Maybe it was the ears...yes, those elven, pointed ears. It made the little living statue...adorable. "Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself," she added, suddenly remembering one of Freya's lectures yet again. "My name's Persephone, by the way." As an afterthought, she thought she should ask about that person, since it would seem that she was stuck in this place for a while and was most likely going to be pulled into god knew what. The rosary fell out of her pocket again and she put it onto her wrist, trying it around there so it wouldn't accidentally fall off. Some of the beads were wrapped around her hand and when she made a fist, they left an impression in her palm. "And what do you know about someone called 'Alice'?"

Author:	Pan [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 1:43 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
The gargoyle sighed at the young human’s mention of him being a door. He stared up at her with the angriest scowl he could muster, his pointed ears twitched irately as he regarded her. He was sealed there, forced to wait until the human finally decided to just come out with it and ask him ‘how she could open him’ and be on her merry way. Life, while boring as it was for Charc, was still full of surprises. He’d never been asked many questions in his life, and certainly none of the nature that the perceptive human asked. He pondered silently, considering his words and the best way to explain to the young Persephone. While he was gathering his thoughts to his delight the young, frilly dressed human girl was astonishingly polite, going as far as to even introduce herself. None of those who had even spoken to him had ever been so nice. She’d even apologized for bothering him. “Oh-er t-that’s okay.” Charc said with his shrill, high-pitched voice. “I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve been a door nearly all of my life and I never stopped once to think about it- and I think a lot. I’m not sure what’s behind me to be honest. I can only guess that it is somewhere in Wonder- err Elunaria. Only way to find out is to get in.” The gargoyle quickly corrected himself. By creed of the Queen of Hearts, two centuries ago she had outlawed use of the word Wonderland. He was one of the few creatures in Wonderland that had an impressive lifespan- he was a damn door after all. The gargoyle watched as the woman fidgeted with something. His curiousity piqued as the woman lowered herself closer to his level. He longed to reach out and grab the rosary, but he did not wish to be rude. The sound of Persephone’s crystal clear voice snapped his attention away from the small, pretty beads. “Alice,” The gargoyle said almost adoringly. “Legend says she was the first human to ever enter w-Elunaria. My father claimed he saw her once- matter a fact I took over my father’s door spot, so I suppose she would have been standing right where you are. He said she was a nice human girl. Their meeting was only brief though- not many people care to talk to us doors. The way he tells it, she was there, she cried, she was on her way.”

Author:	Persephone [ Tue Mar 03, 2009 2:09 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Down the Rabbit Hole (Pan)
A slightly hysterical laugh came out from Persephone's lips. She was pretty much close to crying herself, but her sheer stubborness and 'foolhardy bravery', as Freya would put it, wouldn't allow her the luxury--not until she was out of this strange place. It was a weird practice--people normally cried and trembled when they were feeling scared or threatened--but she often felt that tears should be saved for the end; she would not cry until it was all over. Or at least, not cry so soon into the 'story'. And as it was...Persephone knew it was going to be a loooong while before she would get out of this crazy place. And Charc was nice and not at all nuts like that sprite she had met before. And adorable, too. She wanted to give the door-goyle (Persephone was in the habit of making up silly names on the spot for alost anything) a pet, but thought against it. Even if she had introduced herself, the little guy would have probably thought it extremely demeaning of her to treat him like a pet. So, it would seem that she had somehow landed in Wonderland. Well, so far, with all the craziness she had faced, she supposed being in the illustrious place of bizarreness shouldn't be too beyond her imagination right now. Talking pink rabbits, hyperactive sprites, rooms filled with the strangest of objects! A curious thing that he didn't say 'Wonderland' entirely, stopping halfway on saying it and calling it Elunaria. Hmm...hadn't the sprite said something to the effect of 'Eunaria' being fae speak for something else? It must be another way of saying Wonderland! But why couldn't they say the actual name of the place? Hmm... She should be careful as curiosity killed the cat and Persephone could only pray she got out of all of this alive....and with her head still on her shoulders. Since it seemed like years since Alice had come to this place, she hoped that it meant that another Queen of Hearts was in rule and not the...'chop' happy one... "Oh," she said softly, frowning a little when he mentioned no one really talked to doors. "Well, I suppose it isn't common practice, but if someone is capable of speaking, it's only right to speak with them isn't it? And since I gave you my name, won't you tell me yours?" She gave the gargoyle a dazzling smile, doing her best to be friendly and polite. Being nice went a long way, Freya often said. The young woman sat down in front of the gargoyle, intent on making conversation, while also gleaning as much information from him as she could. He would get a conversation for once and she would get a bit more knowledge of the world she had landed accidentally in. She brushed out her skirts in front of her, trying to sit primly like the Alive girl she was dressed up as. Wouldn't hurt to have the appearance of an innocent young maiden. "Well...have you always been interested in being a door? It can't be terribly exciting...Are you made out of stone or are you made of flesh?" Here was her curiosity getting the better of her again, but she reached out and traced a satin gloved finger (yes, Freya even put those on her) along one of the gargoyle's ears. "Hmmm...curiouser and curiouser..." She didn't bother to stop herself this time.

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