#alicepond

[nixoftiime]

purpleandpossessed and alice-pond started following you!

Justine walked down an ally way, holding her handbag close to her. She didn't know who could be down here. She took the shortcut down here since the main way seemed like it'd take longer to get back home. 

She bumped into something, or someone and quickly darted back a little. "Who are you and what do you want?" She scowled, hoping the gesture would not make them do what ever they where planning. "Or am I getting the wrong Idea?"

[sweetlittlesoufflegirl-archive]

Alice walked into the bar, seeing all the drunk men laughing and whistling at a bartender. She walked up to Clara and tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me, may you help me? I'm looking for a man with floppy hair, large coat, and a bowtie."

"Funny you should ask; I’m looking for him, too. I’m Clara."

[loquaciouszombie]

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    The gaze of disbelief in his eyes was inevitable; his gulps felt as if he was swallowing down a grand ball of sorrow. This was the first time he felt a high sting in his chest, like a thin, profound pinch hurting in a raw ellipse. What do you mean Alice is dead?! Those were his first thoughts; his first echoing words as he received the news around a day which pretended to be calm, but it wasn’t.

    One of her adventures had brought her such fatality, and even though he knew that both of them were in distinct places when that happened, he couldn’t help but feel lines of guilt trailing in his skin like branded memoirs of a friend that was now gone. She had so much to live. So much to explore, so much to do. His pupils began to drown in tears; the back of his hand trying to wipe them away as he sat on his bed with a posture of defeat. 

    All of her dreams were gone, put into a shattered jar that the grass absorbed in order to possibly transform them into flowers. He couldn’t speak, he didn’t dare to move. R just tried to have the picture of her smile; and the way she ran around excitedly when Alice used to tell him about her most recent adventures. 

Heaven’s going to have an extraordinary storyteller. 

[loquaciouszombie]

You guys are evil.

[loquaciouszombie]

"The time stream was reversed, as I said before." Alice explained once more. She was surprised by the hug, but gladly hugged him back. "Now, go into the Wardrobe, first door on the left. There you'll find, well, a giant wardrobe. Pick out something to wear. We're in Montreal now."

Maybe the hug was abrupt, but it was definitely sincere. To know that he was able to be alive for at least one moment, fully alive, it was just a complete miracle inside his eyes, and he was thankful for that. He didn’t think of it as possible. And now, there he was, breathing and with a beating heart. R listened to Alice’s words as he pulled out from the embrace; nodding as he directed himself towards the direction she had mentioned.

It took him a while to get in there, knowing that he was automatically bad with directions. However, as he got inside, he grasped the clothes which attracted his attention the most. The boy changed, leaving his rotten clothes aside as he watched the way his movements were faster than before. This is amazing, incredible. 

After a few moments, he got out, wearing a smile on his face as his electric blue eyes showed an enlightening effect. 

[loquaciouszombie]

They landed abruptly, Alice still grinning. "Feel any different?" She asked, looking at R.

R looked into his hands, noticing the color they had. They’re not pallid…they’re— He moved them around; fingers cracking while he gasped. He wasn’t a zombie anymore, he was…alive. “This is—how? How did this happen?" Even his fluency was correct in this parallel period of time. “This is incredible!" The boy chuckled; pulling Alice into an abrupt hug. 

[loquaciouszombie]

"I knew you would be excited." Alice smiled. "To Montreal we go!" She pulled the lever and they took off.

R’s body started to get unbalanced by the movements as Alice pulled the level; his pallid hands attempting to grasp anything close to him while everything started to twirl in the sense of a blur. The boy closed his eyes, secretly praying that everything could go as planned. A million thoughts started to shoot down his head as the spaceship came to a halt; his fingertips still pressed to the cold metal as he breathed out. Wait. I can feel the cold of this thing. Did I just breathe out? His eyes opened up languidly. 

[loquaciouszombie]

"Oh! Let's go to Montreal!" Alice flicked a few switches and they were off. "Don't worry. they won't notice that you're a corpse."

R watched the way she moved around; beeping sounds were heard while her hands started make soft swirls across levels and buttons. Montreal? This same year? Another? “H-How?" The zombie asked, somehow unsure about Alice’s last comment. I’m pallid, I have horrible clothes, scars all around, eyes that are different from living beings…how come they won’t notice at all?