Stories to be told

Literary Lewis and curious Carrol. Roleholders in the country of Hearts. Lewis spends most of his days writing dribbles in hopes of a new masterpiece to appear while Carrol lays by the trees doing what cats do. They live together in the woods. ((Independent OCs for the Heart no Kuni no Alice series. If you'd prefer one of my characters over another please tell me.))

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  Crap it was the Queen of Hearts. He could always had shot a guard but the Queen herself? His face turned to a frown with worry. If Carrol wasn’t even here he would strangle her later. He had to think of a better excuse than looking for his cat. He doubted that a simple excuse like that would let him keep his head. He cleared his throat and smiled. “Oh your majesty. Good afternoon. Er well you see I was here because I was um.” He couldn’t think of anything. “Hoping that I could sell one of my stories to your servants. I’m trying to get my business going.” It was a terrible lie and he knew it. He might as well have told the truth to her. She might like him more if he was honest. 

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Vivaldi just made a face, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh at that horrible excuse or have him removed from here for it. So, the queen just settled on giving him a look. “You are lying to us aren’t you?” The Queen questioned now actually looking a little amused at the idea of someone lying to her like that. "Now, why are you really in our garden? We doubt you came here for such a strange reason, and we also doubt you were here just to visit."

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He jumped at the fact that she saw right through him. He thought that his lie wasn't that bad that she'd think it was so strange. "Oh. I've never been that good at lying." He sighed and thought of how to explain it without getting either of them in trouble or killed."Well your majesty I here looking for my cat." He thought it was safe to call her that rather than make her sound like a human. "She sometimes comes in her to play. I tell her not to but she doesn't listen to me. I thought that maybe she was here since I haven't seen her in a while. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

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Carrol actually loved the amusement park but always refused because that Cheshire cat was always there. She couldn’t stand her jealousy of him. And especially since he lived in such a wonderful place compared to Lewis’ house. She loved Lewis but she would move in a heart beat if she could live in the amusement park. “Carrol’s favorite flavor~ Mint chocolate is so good.” Carrol then tripped and dropped her cone on the ground. “Uh what? No.” She muttered in a meek voice. She started to tear up. 

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Cheryl had been greeting people as they came in when she saw the cat standing next to a pile of ice cream. Oh no, she thought, such good ice cream gone to waste. She supposed that the woman was also sad. “Hello~ Are you enjoying your time here?” She knew the answer would be no. The poor girl was on the bridge of crying. “Oh dear your ice cream.”

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Carrol sniffed and stopped herself from crying. It was like Lewis said, never cry over split milk or was it water? Either way she wouldn’t be this upset over something so simple. “Uh-huh. I’m fine. It’s just that I was really looking forward to the mint chocolate chip ice cream. It doesn’t matter now. I came to have fun and I will. I will have fun defiantly.” She rubbed her eyes and blinked the few tears out. “Thank you.” She said in a meek voice and smiled softly.

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Cheryl felt bad for the girl. To think that something so simple like this nearly brought her to tears. “Are you alright now? It is horrible to come here and not enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about the ice cream I’m sure you can get another one.” She wanted the girl to have the fun that she was demanding for. How to cheer someone up here? It was really easy to find ways. “How about a ride? That’ll cheer you up won’t it?”

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She nodded and put a wide smile on her face. This lady was right. She shouldn't be sad. "Yeah! You're right. Carrol should be happy here. She rarely comes here so she should smile and have fun and ride tons of rides. All the roller coasters and the fast ones." She giggled at herself. "The bumber cars too. Hey do you want to play with Carrol. It's always more fun if we play together~"

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Lewis couldn’t believe that it had been at least five night periods since he last saw his cat. He would have to find her, she would most likely be a mess. He knew she liked to mess with the maids at the castle. Lewis made his way into the garden to look for her. “Carrol?” He yelled but then remembered he hadn’t been invited to the castle. He was neutral but that didn’t mean he could walk around so easy. “Great. Just great.”

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The Queen sighed as she relaxed. It was nice to be out in her garden drinking tea. Especially since she wasn’t being bothered by either Peter or Ace. For once it was just peaceful, or at least that’s what she thought until she heard someone yell from further in the garden. Frowning she took one more sip from her tea cup before setting it aside and standing from her seat.

She had an intruder to deal with. Why she couldn’t have at least one moment to herself she didn’t know, but it was starting to get annoying. Taking a step out from the long pathway she took she found herself standing before the intruder. "Is there a reason you are in our garden?" Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down.

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Crap it was the Queen of Hearts. He could always had shot a guard but the Queen herself? His face turned to a frown with worry. If Carrol wasn't even here he would strangle her later. He had to think of a better excuse than looking for his cat. He doubted that a simple excuse like that would let him keep his head. He cleared his throat and smiled. "Oh your majesty. Good afternoon. Er well you see I was here because I was um." He couldn't think of anything. "Hoping that I could sell one of my stories to your servants. I'm trying to get my business going." It was a terrible lie and he knew it. He might as well have told the truth to her. She might like him more if he was honest. 

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Carrol actually loved the amusement park but always refused because that Cheshire cat was always there. She couldn’t stand her jealousy of him. And especially since he lived in such a wonderful place compared to Lewis’ house. She loved Lewis but she would move in a heart beat if she could live in the amusement park. “Carrol’s favorite flavor~ Mint chocolate is so good.” Carrol then tripped and dropped her cone on the ground. “Uh what? No.” She muttered in a meek voice. She started to tear up. 

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Cheryl had been greeting people as they came in when she saw the cat standing next to a pile of ice cream. Oh no, she thought, such good ice cream gone to waste. She supposed that the woman was also sad. “Hello~ Are you enjoying your time here?” She knew the answer would be no. The poor girl was on the bridge of crying. “Oh dear your ice cream.”

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Carrol sniffed and stopped herself from crying. It was like Lewis said, never cry over split milk or was it water? Either way she wouldn't be this upset over something so simple. "Uh-huh. I'm fine. It's just that I was really looking forward to the mint chocolate chip ice cream. It doesn't matter now. I came to have fun and I will. I will have fun defiantly." She rubbed her eyes and blinked the few tears out. "Thank you." She said in a meek voice and smiled softly.

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She ignored his pleads and continued to wash the kettle and cups, humming softly as she did so. Kaelyn started to dry them after she was done washing them and put them away in their rightful places, she then turned to him with a smile. “Hmm were you speaking to me?” She asked softly though she had clearly heard him.

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"Yes I was. I was telling you not to do things that you don't have to." He folded his arms. "At least let me give you that map to town now since I owe you one for doing those dishes." 

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  He nodded smiling. “Yes indeed. Perhaps all names are chosen because they are meant to be with certain people.” He had never given names that deep of a thought before. Sure he thought they were important when giving one to a character. He thought he should at least be thankful for a name. Faceless weren’t even called by theirs. “That happens to me all the time. Spacing out is a bad habit of mine.” He thought that maybe if he did branch out to more readers that maybe his stories would be told and read. “What do you do now? Your job I mean. Ah. Poems. I’ve never been able to make those work out well. I finish them but somehow they always miss something. I think it’s the passion behind it. Everything seems dull.”

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"Another person with a habit such as that? Thank the stars." She pretended to let out a sigh of relief, and afterwards she gave him a silly little giggle. Anybody could clearly tell that the girl was absolutely giddy about being able to talk with another writer. Even if he wasn’t famous to the world yet, something inside of Alice told her that she just had to help him come to his fame. That he would impress the world someone. And however that would be, well….fate would just have to reveal itself when it could. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard his questions, feeling herself get a little nervous. Oh what to say what to say? "I’m an assistant scientist to my father for whom is a scientist. But on the side I do write poetry for children and house workers for whom have days off without a thing to do. And I see then. But maybe you are just judging yourself too hard once again?"

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"My cat always argues with me whenever I space out on her. She really can’t stand it when I do that. Nor any one else on the matter. I’m a little relived too." Lewis hadn’t ever really met a scientist before. His work didn’t need them since the rules were set and the people bond to them. April season was already explained within those rules so a scientist’s abilities in his world would never be used. "A scientist huh? I’ve never met one before. What science do you study with your father?" A family business was interesting. To pass journals of information from generation to generation he found it fascinating. Perhaps good enough for a story. "I know that my poetry lacks. I’m not supposed to be a poet anyway. I am the Storyteller after all."

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"You have a cat? That must be nice." Alice always wanted a cat. But the poor girl was wretchedly allergic. Just even touching a cat would make her have a sneezing out burst, as well as make her poor eyes water. She sighed a little and then hesitantly thought of a correct answer for that question. Not any sane person would just blurt out the word ‘monstrumologist’, so she would have to lie. Until she could trust the male well enough that is. "You have never met a scientist before? How interesting. But I study many fields, mainly medical, as well as the animal kingdom. He does mainly the animal kingdom but though since a friend of his wants to have me as an intern one day is in the medical field then he wanted me to study as well." Just to change the subject she laughed lightly and nodded. "Well that is true in a way I suppose. But if you lack in the skills of poetry, then you must make up for them in storytelling. That is how it works for us in the literature field."

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"Well she's not quite your typical cat. I just call her that." How was he going to explain how Carrol was part human and part cat. She did always insist that she was a cat more than anything else. That's what started the bad habit of him calling her his cat. "No. I've met doctors before but I don't know if they count as scientist. Where I come from it isn't really needed to have a scientist. We know most of the things we have to. So medical and animals huh? So you can take care of animals? Or have you just studied them? I know there's a major difference from doing and studying." He nodded thinking optimistically. Maybe she was right and his poetry lacked where his stories would bloom. He just had to try and keep at it. It had been a while since he had felt this good about his works. This girl was good. "Yeah I think you might be right about that. Let's hope for the best for both of us."

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Carrol actually loved the amusement park but always refused because that Cheshire cat was always there. She couldn't stand her jealousy of him. And especially since he lived in such a wonderful place compared to Lewis' house. She loved Lewis but she would move in a heart beat if she could live in the amusement park. "Carrol's favorite flavor~ Mint chocolate is so good." Carrol then tripped and dropped her cone on the ground. "Uh what? No." She muttered in a meek voice. She started to tear up. 

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  He nodded smiling. “Yes indeed. Perhaps all names are chosen because they are meant to be with certain people.” He had never given names that deep of a thought before. Sure he thought they were important when giving one to a character. He thought he should at least be thankful for a name. Faceless weren’t even called by theirs. “That happens to me all the time. Spacing out is a bad habit of mine.” He thought that maybe if he did branch out to more readers that maybe his stories would be told and read. “What do you do now? Your job I mean. Ah. Poems. I’ve never been able to make those work out well. I finish them but somehow they always miss something. I think it’s the passion behind it. Everything seems dull.”

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"Another person with a habit such as that? Thank the stars." She pretended to let out a sigh of relief, and afterwards she gave him a silly little giggle. Anybody could clearly tell that the girl was absolutely giddy about being able to talk with another writer. Even if he wasn’t famous to the world yet, something inside of Alice told her that she just had to help him come to his fame. That he would impress the world someone. And however that would be, well….fate would just have to reveal itself when it could. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard his questions, feeling herself get a little nervous. Oh what to say what to say? "I’m an assistant scientist to my father for whom is a scientist. But on the side I do write poetry for children and house workers for whom have days off without a thing to do. And I see then. But maybe you are just judging yourself too hard once again?"

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"My cat always argues with me whenever I space out on her. She really can't stand it when I do that. Nor any one else on the matter. I'm a little relived too." Lewis hadn't ever really met a scientist before. His work didn't need them since the rules were set and the people bond to them. April season was already explained within those rules so a scientist's abilities in his world would never be used. "A scientist huh? I've never met one before. What science do you study with your father?" A family business was interesting. To pass journals of information from generation to generation he found it fascinating. Perhaps good enough for a story. "I know that my poetry lacks. I'm not supposed to be a poet anyway. I am the Storyteller after all."

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"No I really don’t mind at all. Think of it as a small thank you." She said as she smiled at him with a soft smile, as she got the soup out from under the sink and started to scrub and wash the kettle.

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"I must insist. There really isn't anything you have to thank me for. I haven't even given you that map to town. I haven't been much help." Lewis may have voiced his persistence but he didn't do anything to really stop her.  

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"The queen does it all the time so it can't be that bad. Besides they deserve it for being mean to Carrol. What does Carrol care if the get beheaded it does nothing but get them out of her way." Carrol took a moment to think about her question. She would never get beheaded. She never got caught and she never would. She was too quick for most of the guards and she tricked many of them. The queen didn't seem to notice. "Why would Carrol get beheaded? It's not like she gets caught. And it's harder for the queen to behead role holders and Lewis would come and help Carrol. She doesn't have to worry." She shook her head pleased with her answer.

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"All stories have their truths, every book has its lies, every person has their faults, and all dreams have their reality.

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Lewis couldn’t believe that it had been at least five night periods since he last saw his cat. He would have to find her, she would most likely be a mess. He knew she liked to mess with the maids at the castle. Lewis made his way into the garden to look for her. “Carrol?” He yelled but then remembered he hadn’t been invited to the castle. He was neutral but that didn’t mean he could walk around so easy. “Great. Just great.”

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Queuing things up

((I have a lot of school things to do so I'm queuing replies up so I can still get things to y'all. Sorry for the inconvenience.)) 

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Carrol giggled as she walked out of the castle’s maze. Once again another trick she played on the maids. They wouldn’t find where she hid the tea leaves for a while. She was please with herself....

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"Why not? It's a game. They have to win or else the queen gets angry and maybe beheads them. Most of the time that's the case. Carrol doesn't care if they die. They're only faceless after all. Silly maids made fun of Carrol and nearly got her caught last time she snuck it." Carrol didn't understand why this girl cared so much about the faceless. She loved her little cat and mouse games with the maids. She always loved being exactly what she was and playing as the cat. "Why do you care anyway?"

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Carrol giggled as she walked out of the castle’s maze. Once again another trick she played on the maids. They wouldn’t find where she hid the tea leaves for a while. She was please with herself. Lewis wouldn’t know about this one she was sure no one saw her there. “Carrol...

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Carrol turned towards the voice. She was scared that she had got caught by someone. She was surprised not to see a faceless. She didn't know this person. "Carrol was just messing with them. They deserve it too." She frowned and wrinkled her nose. "It is a game. Carrol has fun so of course it has to be a game. Carrol hid the tea leaves and the maids have to find them before its time for the queen's tea. If not then something bad happens." She giggled at the thought of the maids running around looking of them.

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((Ugh my mom just came in a demanded that I go to sleep. Well I don't want to so I am on mobile now and she won't know.))

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Carrol giggled as she walked out of the castle's maze. Once again another trick she played on the maids. They wouldn't find where she hid the tea leaves for a while. She was please with herself. Lewis wouldn't know about this one she was sure no one saw her there. "Carrol is so smart. She got those maids. That's the last time they make fun of her." She stuck her tongue out in the castle's direction.