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"Well-" Sterling continued, an off kilter smile rising on his face. "If you need any help, I’ve been here a while." He reached into his pocket, breaking the handshake, and pulled out a business card. On it, read his name and his company, Sterling Black - Owner of Remnants Bar, located at the top of Beekman Tower, Affiliate of White Arrow. "You can always reach me." He continued, locking eyes with the stranger. "What’s your name?"
Something in the Cat's demeanor changed, hardened even at sight of the two stoically printed words : White Arrow. Really, he was a useless member of such a group, doing anything if bidden only while grumbling ; to see the title of it so calmly placed before was dis - heartening. If not for her, for she that had ruined & muddled & fouled &messed&destroyed& no, if not for Alice, he wouldn't be on this side or in this WORLD. 'Twas amazing what one foolish girl could do. Chesire pursed his lips for a minute thoughtfully, aware of his reputation with rebellious indifference. Hopefully, the other's being an affiliate would work in his favor. ❝ I'll keep it in mind, Mr. Black. ❞ The Cat slipped the card into the sleeve of his jacket with a well - placed flourish, covering one of several sleight - of - hand tricks that kept him fed these days. ❝ & they call me Chesire. I'm afraid I lack such an ornate means of identification ; I'm simply a cat of many trades, you see. ❞
“Only sometimes?” The Boogeyman laughed. He liked this other man well enough already. He was a creature that he could get along with, not that it was much of a surprise. Boogey was no stranger to bed side stories, and there was only one character he knew by the name of Cheshire. “And what are you when you’re not Cheshire, hmm?” His head cocked to the side curiously, awaiting an answer.
He had caught on. The Cat raised a brow, stare fixed with a blooming curiosity. It was not oft his word - plays were noted, though he did his best to orchestrate some use of them regularly. After all, what would that being at the cross of roads have been if not for its frustrating musings before visitors ? Oh, he would have been utterly decimated prior if not for his uniquely phantom - esque body there, in that favored, lovely world ; the residents of the Realm of Chaos & Delusion & Fanciful Wishing would have seen to that. ❝ just another little snippet of a book on the wrong shelf. ❞ He couldn't understand fully the dual irony of what he had voiced, but he knew his own interpretations of it. If this stranger was one of their new kind so shoved on foreign soil, it may ring true ; otherwise, they would ( by his guess ) prove another to walk away from what it did not understand.
DRABBLE ; escapade
A quick tale about a few minutes in the current life of Chesire ( since he refused to work on drafts tonight ). Potential triggers include mentions of blood, starvation, dehydration, minor injuries, the police force & capture.
Sterling blinked with an equal flatness, “Just a feeling-” he replied casually. It was true, to an extent. He had to tell the truth, “My name is Sterling Black-” He continued, holding out his hand.
The Cat regarded it for a moment before extending his own thin one to shake it briefly. His grip was loose & half - hearted, for he was still unused to the idea of greeting someone in this way. In Wonderland, the trivial affairs like this had never mattered ; one simply saw another was present & spoke as if they were old allies or enemies. It had always served to keep life curious. ❝ Chesire. ❞ What a sight he must have made, this disheveled youth beside a proper man of power ! ❝ & I'll give you that one ; I haven't been here long at all. ❞
There for sure was something very, very, off about this boy. With the way he spoke even just about trees it was almost like he was making a game out of something so simple… and Tink did really like games. But it was his grin that really drove the blonde’s curiosity wild, it was large and crazed, she would say almost like a pirate but he wasn’t as disgusting as those men that sat around a boat plotting their next attack on Peter. Tilting her head the crystal eyes went away from the boy and onto a branch that is she jumped high enough even her short frame would be able to reach. “Yes… Maybe I will go up there.” She said, wishing she’d had wings for just one moment to reach that branch with more ease. After jumping twice her fingers gripped the wood and pulling up as hard as she could the woman lifted herself up wrapping her leg around the branch, taking a moments to breath. “That could have been much easier.” She gasped. “Okay, boy, look at me, up in your tree.”
The Cat twisted his lithe form upward, painstakingly crawling up each required limb to reach a sitting position once again. A few scraps of straying bark fell toward the grass, which he hoped wouldn't draw attention to their presence. For indeed, this was a GAME, a self - created delight to escape from the world below that focused on being plain & dull. The fact that Chesire had gotten someone else to join in, well, that was just another element amid the fun. Thus, it was will power that brought him back to his original perch & not strength of arm ; he would certainly be feeling that in the morning. The smile he wore never faltered, however, as he leaned back & regarded his fellow tree - climber jovially. ❝ Excellent ! You've officially ascended into a new world ! ❞ Chesire seemed not to bother with firmly holding on, letting the eerie grace that had once suspended striped fur keep him steady, crouching amid the leaves. It was only when his head had faced the ground that he had recalled Gravity for what it was. ❝ I wonder now that you have arrived, what will you do ? ❞ As the Cat spoke, eyes nearly the color of the dark the flowed over - head when the day was through openly studied the petite stranger who had ventured into the realm of his demented antics. She seemed as free in spirit as he, though this came only from observation of what her actions had been thus far. All in all, she brought many questions to his mind, fueling his silver tongue now with the need for discovery & answers.
“Jumpy are we?” The man couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s reaction. A small sampling, but delicious all the same. “You don’t have to throw a hissy fit.” Boogey clasped his hands behind his back, with a large, amused smile before coning his lips in thought at the stranger’s suggestion, “A name, hmm?”
Now he tapped his chin, exaggerating his expression a bit for his own amusement. “Names are a good way to start I suppose, but they can be awfully boooring in comparison… So if we must begin this way, you can call me Felix.” He had preferred William, but he had learned his lesson with issuing different names to others.
Chesire's eyes narrowed at what he thought may have been a taunt, but he changed his thoughts to accomodate the new information flooding in thereafter. ❝ Felix, ❞ came the eventual repeat of the other's title as the Cat made to adjust to the new sounds. ❝ Not too flashy & also not too ordinary. Right in the middle. ❞ The crazed humanoid mused over it aloud, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth & skewing the previously disgruntled expression he had once held. ❝ I'm usually known by Chesire. ❞ The mad creature let the grin spread, head canting to the side slightly whilst his arms crossed. His posture seemed relaxed, but a measure of tension still existed in how still he stood. The Cat did not trust ( nor did he care to ) & thus the frayed nerves first grated upon earlier had found no reason to heal themselves just yet.
“I will be sure that the strange boy in the tree will not be yourself.” Tink said with her usual sly grin. She looked around, at all the trees that were planted, most were thin but the one the boy found could hold a good mount of weight, not that it would have mattered back in her world. Neverland was so wonderful and it filled her mind in the spaces that weren’t concerned about Peter. “I’m not in one because I don’t partake in climbing much.” She said. “If only I could fly…” She mumbled under her breath.
❝ Fair enough. About this climbing business, though ❞ Chesire turned, mindfully tucking the bottom of his shirt into his pants. Eyeing the distance, he took a deep breath & let that strange force called Gravity ( which he usually detested ) work as it willed. His thin frame swung downward amid a chorus of rustling ; the branch his knees now encircled firmly bent with the pressure but stayed solidly intact. The Cat bobbed in place for a moment, near - ebony gaze taking in the complex system of offshoots from the trunk that he was going to have to scale back up haphazardly. Ah, well this might just be worth it. With an infectious smile that was as charming as it was crazed, he laughed, spreading his arms for effect. ❝ You can swing, hang, sleep, sit, stand . . if trees were for climbing only, I doubt anyone would be in them often. ' Partake ' in it for a few minutes & then see what you can do. At least give it a go ! ❞
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"Well I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing." The Boogeyman leaned forward just enough to hover over the other man’s shoulder from behind with a wicked grin.
The unsuspecting Cat's eyes widened & he jumped forward, letting out a rare hiss that sounded painfully strangled coming from a human's throat. Turning, he stopped, straightening out of the near - crouch he had spiraled into. Chesire ensured there was room betwixt them, digits that had once held claws falling to his sides warily. ❝ That's one way to introduce yourself ! A name would be a better start, though ! ❞ The skittish figure wonders at that smile, resolving to learn all he can as long as the unknown element STAYS where he can view it fully.
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This strange boy in the tree was almost a breath of fresh air to Tinkerbell who ever since she had been cursed to the metal city she has found it very boring, aside from some of the people at night. Neverland was never as strange as he though. “Alright, I will give you that one. Fine, why are you climbing the tree? Don’t you know it is frowned upon?” He obviously didn’t care, which Tink liked all the more. Neverland had limited amount of rules. Those being: Never grow up and always do as Peter Pan says… unless he doesn’t find out.
❝ Is it ? I'll let the officials know if I see any strange persons in trees, then. ❞ He tucks hair behind his ear with an uncanny balance about him, a hand idly left to swing down no matter how precarious his position. ❝ & I'm up here because it's far better than being down there. Why aren't you in one ? ❞ Chesire remembers entire days spent like this ; he had sent many a wanderer into a state of deep confusion as they came to his crossroads. In the land where the concept of Order had been overrun by true Madness, he had served as an agent of Bewilderment & ally to Bafflement. Truthfully, it was all he knew.
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❝ There are two sides to every conflict . . two teams, two armies ❞ The Cat leaned forward, brow raised at the stranger. Though his attitude was dismissive & his tone bore an almost lofty, detached note, his flat stare, which studied every aspect of the other it could see, spoke of a very grounded intelligence. ❝ That alone makes me wonder all the more who you are & why you think that I only just arrived. ❞
Tinkerbell watched as the strange boy climed the trees. The small girl never lost her wild curiosity when she entered this world and walking to just the bottom she looked up as he climed. “Boy! What are you doing?” She called up.
Chesire glanced down around his folded arms, dark curls falling around an expression that was both partially amused & slightly irritated. ❝ Is it important ' what ' I am doing ? I've climbed a tree a comfortable one, too. Isn't it better to ask ' why ' ? ❞ The Cat hadn't lost its ambiguous nature in the transition from Wonderland to New York ; if anything, he had grasped hold of it all the tighter.
❝ Hm there's at least a few sturdy trees around here. ❞ & the Cat hooks a thin arm around a lower branch, hands hauling himself up into the leafy confines out his new - found sanctuary. Chesire has heard it said that climbing these is worthy of a fine ; however, he simply doesn't care. He's not in their records & he's faster than they'll ever be ( so he says, anyway ). The lithe form now stretching itself out along a thick bough answers to only one & she isn't about currently.
❝ The amount of people in this place doubles daily. ❞ Chesire shakes his head, dark curls sliding across an irritated expression at the s h e e r volume of beings about the city. ❝ it has to. ❞
i could literally complain about people for 293 months straight