Down The Rabbit Hole

My name is Alice Grey. I appear younger than I am, which is 19. I have long black hair that can always be found bound by a small red ribbon high on the back of my head. I do a lot of traveling and do not have much time to make "friends" but feel free to start a conversation with me. ((OOC: This is an independant roleplaying account, feel free to message me. I'm up for anything: Avengers, Sherlock, Doctor Who, any fandom; bring it on. I created this character, so if you want to know more read the "who is Alice" page))

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Back in Black || Alice & Dean

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Dean’s eyebrows pulled together are her questioning. “Nobody hired me. I don’t work for anyone,” he replied, a little smug. This was just not his case. It was easy enough to track her down, but he still had little to no idea of what she was. Either way, he had the gun in his hand, which meant he held the power. “I’m gonna need you to put that down,” he demanded, gesturing towards her sword. 

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Alice felt the trickle of confusion that had been pooling in the back of her mind swelling into a river as the man denied working for someone else. Who the hell is this guy? He couldn't be government. He clearly doesn't work for Red. Regardless, Alice was getting tired of his stalling and knew that if he was truly by himself that somebody else was surly on their way here now.

She felt a like laughing as the man asked her to put down her weapon, but instead she allowed a sour smile to grace her cracking lips. "So you can shoot me? Don't think so." 

Without warning her left hand snapped out, tugging the corner of the large map between them, ripping the corners and loosening the pins. In a blur red lines and crumpling white, the map blocked their views for a single moment, and Alice took the opportunity. Ducking back and barrel rolling towards the nearest door, the room explodes with sound.

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Back in Black || Alice & Dean

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“Well, thanks. I’m pretty good at my job.” His mocking tone contrasted her own. He paced around her, the gun firmly placed. 

He examined the map, focusing on the pattern of states and cities that had been hit. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a small glimpse of the silver metal placed in front of her body. It confused him. Why would she need it? Most things he has fought against have little need for weapons, as it was easy enough for them to toss him across a room. Dean decided that stalling her would be the best tactic, milking as much information as possible before wasting her.

“You know, if you’re trying to keep hidden, you’re not doing such a hot job. You guys are usually a little better than this. What’s your deal?” 

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Alice stood still silently and let him approach, eyes looking for a weak spot, waiting for an opening. She had been here so many times, stuck with a gun pointed at her, confronted by a trained assassin, lost in a small town. But something deep in her gut was telling her to look closer, that something was off. The man didn't seem to fit the type, he wasn't using regulation weaponry, and she didn't get the sense he was a mutant. Maybe he's trying to trick me? Maybe he's stalling until others surround the building?

His words threw her, confusion causing her brows to wrinkle. "Listen, I know this is your job, but shouldn't you be a little more up to speed on the situation. Did they hire you and not tell you what's going on?" Her words lacked tone and emphasis, but a small amount of curiosity had begun to leak in.

Pulling her eyes off the gun pointing towards her, Alice looked up into the man's face. "Guys? I thought I was the only one that escaped. I mean, you guys are the one's tailing me, I just want out."

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Back in Black || Alice & Dean

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Dean followed a woman in the darkness of the night, his car just far enough away to remain inconspicuous. He is lead to an old, withered home. Shingles hung lazily on the roof, threatening to cave in on anyone who dared to occupy. Windows were shielded by thick, wooden boards that allowed no view to the inside.

Parking a decent distance away, he watched a shadowed figure slip out onto the driveway towards the house. Time ticked on as he waited for a moment of weakness; a moment when he would be able to be undetected as he explored the assumed vast emptiness of the long abandoned residence.

He slid out of the driver’s seat, closing the door as quietly as possible. A gun held it’s place in the back of his jeans, and a small knife in the inner pocket of his worn-down leather jacket. Dean turned the doorknob, not surprised by the house’s lack of security, and flinched as the door creaked.

This had been an easy enough case to follow thus far- the woman’s pattern had been a straight line heading west. Usually whatever Dean had been hunting was a bit better at covering up their tracks, or attacking an unusual string of towns.

He continued exploring the dusty, unlit house, the floor groaning in protest with each step. In another furniture-less room, a woman stood in front of a map. Cities were marked with simple x’s, showing the sequence of towns that Dean knew had been hit. His hand, toughened by a life of fighting, pulled back the hammer on the gun it now held. He cleared his throat arrogantly, waiting for a response from the unknown woman.

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Alice drew a slender finger up to the map, tracing her steady path towards the interior of America, wishing she had a destination or home to get back to. It was infuriating repeatedly getting lost in small towns and winding down old confusing back roads. Europe might not have been the best, but at least the countries were small and she knew where she was going.

Letting her hand fall Alice takes a steps back to take in the large map, eyes looking for a perfect place to settle. I know their on my tail, but i don't know how close they are. I should try and set them up to think I'm heading straight west then maybe wing south? 

Mind busy spinning out possibilities, Alice doesn't realize she's not alone until the door creaks open. Hair rising on the back of her neck and chills running down her spin, the young girl chooses to stand her ground. The floor is old and practically worn to dust, any type of movement would give her position away anyways. Drawing her paper thin blade out of it's sheath and holding it in front of her body so that it's hidden from anyone standing behind her, Alice lets out a silent breath and relaxes her shoulders. Putting her free hand into her pocket she grips a small throwing blade, knowing she has only one chance to hit a vital organ. 

Slowly the creaks become louder until the presence of another body fills the dust covered room. A quiet click signals he has a gun, but Alice refuses to move a muscle, if it's one of Red's men he won't shoot to kill.

Clearing his throat impatiently, Alice almost rolls her eyes at the sheer arrogance of the sound. Turning her head an inch to the left to peer over her shoulder, Alice is almost surprised to not recognise the man pointing a gun at her head. He's a bit more rugged then most of the men Red employs; must be a part of the American division. 

Licking her dry lips Alice wishes she had made a run for it hours ago instead of returning to the same building. I should have known. 

"I must congratulate you on reaching me so quickly, not everybody has the skills to sneak up on me." Her voice is low but firm. Not mocking but sharp. "I don't think we've met."

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Back in Black || Alice & Dean

A woman lays motionless on the cold hardwood of the townhouse, a halo of congealing blood staining the plush white carpet. Her arms stretch out, frozen by rigor mortis. Just beyond her reach, a ball of splatter spaceship pajamas engulfs the second victim, a young boy clutching at a stuffed bear.  Their crime? Driving a lost homeless teen to the nearest bus station.

Alice Grey doesn't exist; not really. With no family or documentation of birth it’s as though she was brought forth from the ground of her own being, sprung asexually from the corners of the earth. She’s a shell of a human hiding in a sea of faces. Alice knows this, she knows she should care about those who raised her, she knows she should be thankful to those who hid her, those who died for her, but her insides feel like they've been scooped out and all she can manage anger.

Moving through the shadows of a darkened suburbia with practiced grace, Alice turns down a long hidden alley. Clad in a black combat suit and work boots, with a thin sword strapped to her back, she seems surreal anomaly amongst the white picket fences and sidewalk chalk drawings. Her face is ordinary and forgettable, but the way she carries her slender body tells a different story.  Black hair drawn into a red bow, ragged scars running wild along her pale skin, tattoos of symbols long lost, Alice is a soldier of a war, marching in time to the beat of a drum only she can hear.

Body aching from weeks of bench beds, poor food, and running, Alice pushes the thoughts of her pressures from her mind, focusing solely on finding a place to sleep. Cutting up the driveway of an abandoned house, she hopes for a few hours rest.

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Life has really pulled me away from this account and I feel like I've disappointed all of you. I'm so sorry, one day I'll be back and have time for Alice. She never leaves and constantly asks to come back and run free. As a token of my appreciation for not abandoning me, my awesome friends and followers, here is me reading out one of my first Alice short stories I wrote.

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Sparrow's light green eyes dashed quickly around taking everything in. "Of course I know this London... I live not to far from here" she flicked her dark curly hair out of her face.

Alice nodded, not liking the feeling of having eyes on her. Her face might be plan, but her apparel was far from normal. Clad in a black, with combat pants and boots, she looked like she had stepped out of a war zone instead of a hightschooler. Not to mention the thin sword strapped to her back. 

Everything about her screamed attention,  even though she would rather be a shadow. But it was getting late, she was in a town she didn't know, and the men pursing her could be right around the corner. Alice needed to get off the streets, and fast.

"Lovely, I'm looking for somewhere to go... Perhaps a train station; though I don't know if any would be running at this hour." She said with a small frown, blue eyes flicking towards the other girl's.

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Hello I'm Sparrow Holmes... is there anything I can do for you?

Turning to meet the other girl's glaze, Alice adorned a small polite smile. "You wouldn't happen to know this area well, would you? I'm rather lost, and am not sure where to go..."

Raven black hair loose and tumbling down her shoulders, Alice looked rather young, but confidence radiated off her slender body.

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Run || Open RP

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Flames erupt from from the fallen candle, spilling fire across the small room. Smoke makes the young girl’s eyes water and head spin, but she keeps herself steady as the large man springs at her. Dodging his punch and weaving herself behind him, Alice kicks the back of his knees and smashes the hilt of her sword into his head. Crumpling to the floor with a groan, Alice turns just in time to see his companion barge through the door. Yelling curse words in a language she can't identify, the man reaches for his gun. Flipping the coffee table so that it crashes into him, the raven haired girl makes her way to the window, jumping though the small gap. Landing with practiced grace, she barely has time to cover her ears before the house exploded. Picking herself up unsteadily, Alice runs as fast as her cramping legs will allow. Hopping a fence and turning down a back alley, she looks over her shoulder. Suddenly she’s only the floor gasping for air. Looking up at the figure she has just bumped in to, she does her best to smile. Alice is covered in soot, and bleeding slightly, but she hopes that perhaps the flaming building a block away doesn't make her look as suspicious as she feels.

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Hey guys, I know I haven't been on much lately. It's just that it's university application time and I have a lot of homework and you know how life is. I'm really sorry, I'm working on it.

I've also been struggling through anxiety. Some days i'm scared my old depression will come back. 

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When you have multiple roleplaying accounts and blogs, and you accidently sign into the wrong one and message someone

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Teenager|M!A

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She nearly laughed, “Sherlock doesn’t have friends love, nice try though.” She said, wearing a smirk scarily similar to the one she had even as an adult. “Now how do you know my name ans how do you know Sherlock’s?” She asked, crossing her arms, eyes narrowed. She might not like the boy, but he was a part of her, and she needed to keep him safe. Despite their drug use…

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"You really don't remember anything, do you?" Alice asked seriously, smiled replaced by a frown. "I met Sherlock awhile back, he uh-" she couldn't exactly mention shadow demons, Alice had a hard enough time believing her own story, "he helped me out when I was going through a hard time. We're friends, truly." Alice paused, wishing she could explain properly.

"What happened to you? You must find it odd that you're in the middle of nowhere and don't know where to go? Did someone do this to you?" The raven haired girl asked, a touch of worry seeping into her facial features. She might not have at times gotten along well with Sharlene, but she was a part of Sherlock and twice as decent as half the people she had grown up with, and that meant she had to help her.

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Teenager|M!A

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“Does anyone know where I am, how I got here, and where Brightmen High School is?”

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Alice’s mind was a mess of thoughts, ideas and plans meshing together while gears turned. If the raven haired girl had not walked directly into Sharlene, she probably would not have even noticed her.

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t mean-” Blue eyes focusing on the blond, recognition caused her mouth to fall open. “Sharlene? Why are you- is your hair blond? Oh my god, what have I missed? Is a yeti going to come out from behind a tree?”

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Sharlene raised an eyebrow at the black haired girl in front of her, hip cocking to the side delicately. She moved as fluidly as a dancer would, every action precise and graceful. “Do I know you?”

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Alice blinked in confusion, maybe I'm confusing her with someone? No, it was definitively Sharlene. Alice could see the same spark behind her eyes, even if her face looked younger. It was almost starling though to see her this way, she's my age, if not younger now. "I'm Alice Grey. I don't mean to sound like a crazy person, but are you sure you don't remember me? We've meet on multiple occasions, I'm friends with Sherlock, you know?"