I'm very on edge
Characters: Alice Liddell & YOU
Setting: Starting in Dorm Room 1-11 and moving to Floor 1
Format: Whatever you're most comfortable with!
Summary: Alice's first day inside the Tower
Warnings: Blood. Possible violence, language, hallucinations. Will be edited further as the log(s) roll on!
Alice was no stranger in finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. Most of the time, she could hardly remember how she arrived in the first place. That it was so typical should've been cause for concern, or so it would seem in the eyes of others. But Alice would feel little of that. Her condition being much improved, she was well aware that some wounds, especially those to her mind, would never heal. Ultimately she accepted her fate, embraced her... peculiarities and madness.
However, even if she wasn't showing much in the way of worry or concern, Alice still wanted an explanation.
Once the brief bout of paralysis left her body, she sat up on the bed, taking immediate notice of the outfit she was presently wearing. "Certainly not what I would wear by choice." The letter came next, which Alice dismissed as rubbish almost instantly. On her feet, she surveyed the room, her eyes falling upon the chest at the foot of her bed. After carefully examining the object, she opened it up, her mood improving at the familiar contents. Finally, some clothing she could feel more comfortable in.
As if that wasn't enough, her hand came to grip the Vorpal Blade once. She observed it keenly, running a finger along the bloodied edge. To be holding her most trusted weapon...
Was this Wonderland, or elsewhere? She would find out, starting by leaving the room proper, hand holding tightly to the blade's handle, eyes open for anything or anyone that would want to bring her harm.
Setting: Starting in Dorm Room 1-11 and moving to Floor 1
Format: Whatever you're most comfortable with!
Summary: Alice's first day inside the Tower
Warnings: Blood. Possible violence, language, hallucinations. Will be edited further as the log(s) roll on!
Alice was no stranger in finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. Most of the time, she could hardly remember how she arrived in the first place. That it was so typical should've been cause for concern, or so it would seem in the eyes of others. But Alice would feel little of that. Her condition being much improved, she was well aware that some wounds, especially those to her mind, would never heal. Ultimately she accepted her fate, embraced her... peculiarities and madness.
However, even if she wasn't showing much in the way of worry or concern, Alice still wanted an explanation.
Once the brief bout of paralysis left her body, she sat up on the bed, taking immediate notice of the outfit she was presently wearing. "Certainly not what I would wear by choice." The letter came next, which Alice dismissed as rubbish almost instantly. On her feet, she surveyed the room, her eyes falling upon the chest at the foot of her bed. After carefully examining the object, she opened it up, her mood improving at the familiar contents. Finally, some clothing she could feel more comfortable in.
As if that wasn't enough, her hand came to grip the Vorpal Blade once. She observed it keenly, running a finger along the bloodied edge. To be holding her most trusted weapon...
Was this Wonderland, or elsewhere? She would find out, starting by leaving the room proper, hand holding tightly to the blade's handle, eyes open for anything or anyone that would want to bring her harm.