#{c:alexander}

[badvlantex]

For a party organized by the OEA, even the OEA looked uncomfortable. TJ found it a little amusing, considering he'd always felt that way among them. Still, maybe it was an opportunity to find out more—not that they'd ever tell him anything.

Finding the 'big boss man', or that's what he had been warned about in regards to Alexander, he'd try his luck. 'So what's the actual plan?'"

@missionfocusedaj

[ofwondersandhares]

Continued from Here.

Well, they were off to a great start weren't they? A heavy sigh left Alexander's lips as he crossed his arms and looked away from Travis with a disgruntled expression clearly written on his face.

"You are the one that showed up at MY door clutching your arm in shock, what is with the defensive attitude? If you keep on acting like this, you can find someone else to help you. Now, take a seat on the couch in front of fireplace so I can check your arm and make sure it was only a graze so I can send you on your way."

Another wanderer ending up in Wonderland, on his doorstep. Did Alexander actually see who shot at him? No, he didn't, and seeing that guns were very scarce in Wonderland he had wondered if Travis had been shot before he even found his way into Wonderland.

Though, there was something that Travis had said that had Alexander arching his brow as he stepped aside to let him into his cabin, heading to the closet to gather the supplies needed if it turned out to be more than a graze. "You don't realize where you are, do you? You aren't in your city, you know, you aren't even in your realm, you are in Wonderland."

With the supplies in his hand, Alexander had taken a seat beside Travis on the couch, putting the bowl of warm water and badges on the ground as he motioned with his hand toward his arm. "Take off your shirt, so I can get a better look."

[natusvincere]

@huntingforprofit​:

And you have never disappointed yourself?

I’m sure I have.  Can I remember such a time?  Of course not.  The pleasure that comes with coming into adulthood is that you learn from mistakes.  Tell me, though- Have you ever disappointed yourself?  Your question makes me think you do it often.

[eric---matthews]

@mollyxmatthews & @alexander---turner

“We will be fine, love.” Eric kissed Imogen softly before she left. Holding Brooklyn in his arms. “Yeah, we will be fine. Just daddy, you and your aunt and uncle.” Brooke had came to get Imogen out of the apartment. Have some mother and daughter bonding time or something. So Eric didn’t mind. After she left, Eric’s phone went off. Moving his hand to answer it the best he could. “Alexa, hey. No, I’m going to be working from home today. I’ve got my daughter and my siblings are coming over.” Hearing a knock on the door. “Speaking of. Yeah, I’ve gotta go. Just e-mail me everything and I’ll check it out later. Bye.” He hung up before she could even say goodbye. Moving over to the door, he opened it the best he could. Seeing both of them standing there. “Hey you guys. Come on in.” He moved aside, still holding onto Brooklyn.

[flora-donne]

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[princeparkersmythe]

A Christmas present for the gentlemen of Ashwood University →

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The tag:

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[solarad2]

@prettyfalconboy

Sierra had just dealt with the prissy little bitch from three, a little unnerved and ticked off. I should have slit her throat when I had the chance, she thought so bitterly to herself. 

She was still trying to locate either Val or Satine. 

However, as she traveled farther south west, she seamlessly stumbled upon a woodsy area, the trees feeling as though they were beginning to close in on her. She was from District 4; there was more ocean and sand than there were any trees. 

Suddenly, she heard the sharp snap of a twig coming from some distance behind her. Was she being followed? It would make sense since she was leaving footprints in the snow.

Sierra, trident in hand, quickly ran behind a giant fallen trunk that was caked in both moss and snow. 

Hearing the person’s footsteps approach closer and closer, her adrenaline began pumping more and more with each step. For some reason, she was able to tell that it was a male by the heavy trudging footsteps. 

Then, finally, peering over the giant trunk, she recognized him almost immediately: it was the boy from one. She had her eye on him ever since training.

“Hey, Alexander, right?” she asked, removing herself from the hidden space. He was one of her: a career. 

[ofwondersandhares]

@defectivexfragmented​

He had watched in silence, the soles of his suede boots keeping his perfect balance on the tree branch above the man who was clearly unfamiliar with his surroundings. Slightly panicked, perhaps confused, and in silence, Alexander had watched with the trained eyes of a skilled hunter the three boars making their steady approach toward him.

Sharp eyes had taken in the man’s mannerisms and body language, it was strange to him that the man was wearing such dark glasses in the woods at night, he could only assume that the man was definitely not Wonderlandian born which only meant one thing - he was from another realm. 

Alexander had two choices. He could help the man, or wait and see if the man could help himself. Being who he was, he didn’t want to take the chance so from above where he had balanced within the canopy of the forest, Alexander had unsheathed an arrow and steadied it. One, two, three, from high above he had let his arrows strike true into the thick hides of all three boars, watching in gratitude as they fell to the forest floor before they had reached him.

With a grace unknown to many a man, Alexander had descended from the tree tops until he landed on the ground and approached the man cautiously. “Sir, I am not sure if you know where you are, but it is not safe for you here.”