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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:50 pm
Marche flinched, and held his hands up.
"White! What happened to you? I'm, uh, Marche. I'm your neighbor..."
He gestured with one large ear to his garden.
"Remember? I'm always stuck in a tea party, except when I run errands for Her Majesty the White Queen. I was just wondering if you were alright, since your pretty white gate was ripped of its hinges..."
He blinked.
"I can tell something happened, since you're always so timid, and now you're pointing a gun at my face..."
He saw the gore inside.
"...where's Queen Alice?! What happened?!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 3:08 pm
White's mind began to slip.
Is it raining, or is it snowing?
"I....I do not know."
How do we know for sure?
His head was flushed with heat.
Your going to be late...
White lowered the gun, his hand dropped it.
...Mr.Rabbit! Mr.Rabbit! Where are you running to?
He began to sway.
It's--it's a very fine day!
Several images went though his head, the Queen, a bleeding heart, a woman wearing a dark blue dress, a tag.
He fell backwards, he had fainted.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 3:20 pm
Marche gasped, and then picked him up.
Noticing that White may be in some sort of danger, Marche picked him up [and his gun], and took him to his house, resting his gun on a table beside him. He had made sure to lock White's house after finding the housekey, but figured he would be safer at someone else's home.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 3:54 pm
***
White was seated on the white sofa. The woman he had seen so many times before was seated next to him. His eyes peered down at the jet black liquid in the cup. He added cream and sugar into it, turning it to a more creamy brown. He looked to the girl.
Her entire look nearly made him blush.
"...Forgive me.....But I-I must freshen up." He placed the cup onto the table, and rushed up the stairs. Quickly turning, he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He pulled on the switch to turn on the light on the ceiling. White peered at himself, a gloved finger pulled up his upper lip, examining his teeth.
"You are such an old fool." He told himself.
His ears perked up, someone had knocked on the door.
"Who could tha-."
The sound of the door being forced open was next, followed by a scream. His gloved hand came out of his mouth and went into his tailcoat, pulling out his revolver.
He opened the door and rushed down the stairs. He saw the young woman begin held, with a gun next to her head. Though he could not make out any of the faces of the people holding her.
One of them held an odd firearm, one that looked to have a extended clip and box like design. It pulled the trigger, another scream came out, and White fell to the floor.
***
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:03 pm
Marche had some coffee readied.
He once told me he was more a coffee person...
He saw White, and felt somewhat sad for his neighbor. He obviously wasn't in the best shape, but who would harm a kind guy like White? Not even the Red Queen was that horrible.
And, I wonder where Alice is... that girl always got herself into trouble.
Marche had noticed Alice's visits at White's house, always thinking White a sly dog. Alice was... a little too tall for his liking, but she was still pretty. She reminded him of Gwendolyn...
Making sure his thoughts didn't trail off too much, Marche sat down and began to write his memorandums of the day [that was one of his odd hobbies, after all].
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:16 pm
White's eyes opened, he bursted awake. He brought his head and torso up. His eyes darted back and forth, then he saw Marche. "....How long was I out for?" He questioned, adjusting his pierce nez that clung to his nose and trying to ignore the pain in his chest.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:19 pm
Marche blinked.
"Oh, for an hour or two."
He took out the coffee pot.
"Made you some coffee, since I know something horrible is happening. Where's Alice?"
He then scolded himself mentally, since that may not be the wisest thing to say to a now-possibly-deranged Rabbit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:26 pm
More hot pain rushed over him. ".....I do not know." White replied, holding his head with his bloody glove. "...All I remember is several persons in my home, one held her..Another I believe....shot me. I cannot remember anything else."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:29 pm
Marche instantly ran over to White, intrigued but also frightened.
"What kingdom were they serving? Red? It cannot be White, as I would know of such a raid..."
He lightly held White's face with his hands.
"Think, White, think! Alice may be... No, she is in horrible danger, and only you can help her."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:44 pm
White grunted and shut his eyes. "...I bloody well know that!" He exclaimed back. He began to think of the what had happened.
Red yes....much of it, but damn, Hearts and Red are both!
He began focus more.
He opened his eyes again. "...No, no..." White's hands fidgeted with each other. He looked up at Marche, anxiety and fear wild in his blue eyes. "I remember a heart, on each of them.."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:48 pm
Marche nodded.
"Queen of Hearts. Her husband's too kind-mannered to do something. Wait... aren't you her herald? Why would she want to do that...?"
Marche took out his large mallet from nowhere and hit himself on the head with it.
"I can't think of any ideas... if I go with you, it'll start political intrigue, and possibly war... I can help you, though."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:04 pm
"In what manner?" White asked, taking a silent sniff, smelling the coffee. He look to it and poured himself a cup.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:08 pm
Marche yawned.
"Well, while my mother owns a tea and coffee company, my father happens to own an arms company... needless to say, I get a ton of 'leftover stock'."
He shrugged.
"I have a few storerooms full of the stuff. The rifle room, the pistol room, and the bullet room..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:19 pm
White was taking a sip when Marche spoke about his fathers profession, then choked and burned his tongue when he mentioned "leftover stock". His eyes darted to him with a slight excitement. "I need to see it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:25 pm
Marche pointed upstairs to three rooms.
"I have more than enough. Take it as if it was your unbirthday!"
[[LOL]]
Marche made himself some coffee.
"Mmmn. It's nice to have a change from all this... tea."
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