[ Quinn’s eyes flutter open, and for a moment she thinks she must still be sleeping. She’s sitting on the floor of a hallway she has never seen before. a second later she groans, last thing she remembers was drinking with the Skanks, one of them, probably Ronnie, must have slipped something in it. It must have been strong, since Quinn was barely
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She hasn't quite connected that this pink-haired girl is someone she knows.]
Hey! Hey, you look like my friend!
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Quinn furrows her brows slightly, because it's a kid, and there is something, really familiar about said kid. ]
Um...hi?
[ Things just got weirder. ]
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Hi! My friend doesn't have pink hair.
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Not many people do. Could you tell me where I am?
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I...I don't want a firecracker down my shirt! It's a nice shirt! I don't want it to blow up!
[He tries not to do it. He sniffles with all his might, but it's no use. The thought of his shirt exploding into a billion pieces is making him sob really hard.]
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Kid...I...I...
[ She almost feels like she's been punched in the stomach when he starts to cry. ]
Hey, kid. Kid, calm down. I'm not going going to put a firecracker down your shirt. Promise.
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[It takes him a good minute to calm down, but he eventually does, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.]
...Well. Good. I really like this one. You'd be a bad person if you ruined it.
[And he would judge her forever, even at the age of six. But she's not that bad since she's not trying to blow him up, so he'll just tug at his blue shirt and fix his little bow tie.]
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[ She'd never do that sort of thing to a kid, actually she's not sure she'd do it period. She tries to smile at him. ]
It's a really nice shirt.
[ She pauses for a second, unsure what to say because she doesn't want to upset him again. ]
You okay?
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:33 < but thats not very threatening at all
:33 < but purrhaps you can help?
:33 < there are lots of wrigglers scurrying about
:33 < and one lusus just cant tame them all
:33 < we could use another grubsitter
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Grubsitter? What are you talking about? Where am I?
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:33 < they are furrocious!
:33 < but yes
:33 < we require more grubsitters to act as a lusus
:33 < beclaws these poor wrigglers are purrty n33dy!
:33 < they didnt used to be, but they are at this time
:33 < they get w33py if they dont get enough to eat
:33 < and they are strangely against much n33ded catnaps
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I'm not "grubsitting" anything. I'm going to go home, and get back at whoever put me here.
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Hey, hey, lady with the pink hair!
[What's more comforting than a six year old with a mohawk yelling at you? Nothing, surely.]
This place is called Wonderland!
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What?
[ She stares, the kid has a mohawk. ]
Wonderland? Seriously?
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Yeah, Wonderland. But the only wonderful thing about it is how the mansion hasn't eaten us all yet.
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[ She is either high, or this is a dream. Either way, she does not like it, not one bit. She puffs on her cigarette, in an effort to stay calm. ]
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definitely the type of women Alto is used to ]
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Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?
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I'm sorry, miss! [ bows head in apology ]
I just thought smoking wasn't what girls should do.
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Guess you thought wrong then.
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