I really hate to do this guys, but I'm going to need a complete re-haul of this thread. That means I'm going to need new applications. This is due to my absence. I appreciate anyone who returns as well as new applicants. Thanks for your time! An opening scene will be posted soon!
“Alice won't be late.” The white rabbit told himself. “She'd never miss such an important date.” He continued to mutter, trying to convince someone, though whether it was himself or his captors he wasn't really sure. “Why yes sweet, sweet Alice will come, and punish this dastardly cat ho hum.” The White Rabbit sat in the corner of his cell ignoring the rest of the world.
“Oh shut up you idiot. Alice ain't coming, not for some silly toy.” The giant playing card laughed like a boorish drunk. He held a long slender solid red spear with diamond shaped head on the end. The Rabbit had only been here one week, he thought and already he was doubting himself. The cell was all black, made of rough brick and stone. There were no windows, no door as far he could tell. He rarely heard more than his own voice during the day. At night he heard the the voices again. 'Off with her head!' one would cry over and over. 'I know who I WAS.' another would say. 'I'm not myself you see.' 'My reality is just different from yours.' Over and over the voices would mutter lines all night, or at least he thought it was night, without any windows or light source at all he was unsure when it was exactly. He continued speaking to himself each passing sentence becoming less coherent than the last until he heard a new voice and quit speaking all together.
“You're absolutely certain she'll come my king?” A high pitched voice asked with a laugh and a chuckle.
“My dear Hatter of course she will come. She loves that rabbit, he was after all her favorite.” A smooth, silk touched voice spoke. The rabbit knew that this wasn't true. Alice never played favorites, but the silk touched voice seemed to charm the rabbit into belief with every word. “Soon Alice will come and when she does we will capture her and then the Nightscape will be mine.” The rabbit was quiet perplexed by the voice he heard. It was one he knew. One the every residence of Wonderland, if it even was Wonderland anymore, knew all too well. He'd never shown an interest in much of what happened here, yet now he was hell bent on ruling this Nightscape. “Our victory, my dear Hatter, is guaranteed. As long as we have The Looking Glass, Alice can't return to get help.”
“Do you now Ches? You know I don't know what happened to you, but you must be stopped, none the less.” This voice, a girls, brought great relief to the rabbit.
“Ah Alice,” Ches said, smiling his wicked grin that always accompanied him. “I'm afraid you have made a mistake once more. You lost the last time we fought, and I let you live on a whim. I'm starting to regret it. I suppose I'll just have to kill you now.”
Alice let out a soft laugh. “Oh poor, naïve, Cheshire Cat, or do you prefer Mad King now?” The cat tried to answer, but Alice simply cut him off. “ It won't matter really I suppose. I just wanted to show you the spoils of my visit.” The cat let out a gasp, then a large shattering noise reverberated through the rooms. For a moment the rabbit was still in the cell. The next he was in a burned down house. Alice in front of him, muttering over and over. “Find the shards of the Looking Glass, Rabbit, please.”