.:Wonder:. (Alice In Wonderland Rp:Semi-Lit)

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia glanced back when she heard purring and smiled, spotting Toppy rubbing his head against Soul's scratching fingers. As the boy began to approach, however, she flew into a panic; her cheeks were as pink as if she was in the middle of a blizzard. In an attempt to mask this, she shook her head, tousling her hair until a part of it hung over her face. When Soul matched her pace and walked alongside her, she smiled sheepishly, trying to see through the veil of her hair. If there was one thing she loved - a lot, actually - it was imagining how things worked and why. "Well...perhaps there's some sort of mirror contraption inside," Tamilia mused, carefully picking her way over a decaying log. "And, perhaps, they catch the moonlight. And they illuminate the mushroom. Or maybe they're full of fireflies." She grinned to Soul, then tilted her head, spotting Toppy on his shoulder. A slight laugh escaped her lips, and she looked ahead, hiding her growing red blush from the boy who was, once more, travelling in her wake. "Did Toppy talk you into this chatter?" Tamilia said quietly, a slight tone of nervousness and embarrassment in her voice. She glanced back for a moment, but felt her cheeks heat up, and turned ahead; just in time to watch herself stumble over a tree branch. With a thud, she landed in the dirt, rolling down a small embankment before managing to compose herself. "Curse this hair, and this odd, stupid feeling," Tamilia hissed, pulling sticks from her hair, ignoring what she'd just blurted out.

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Soul nodded at her suggestions, and was about to answer when she fell.

He slid down the embankment carefully on his feet and walked over to Tamilia quickly, offering her his hand.

"You need to be more careful. I don't think having hair in your face helps all that much."

He said with a nervous chuckle and grasped her hand, pulling her to her feet.

When she was on her feet, he hesitated slightly before pulling a twig or two out of her hair and brushing it out of her face.

"There. Much better."

He said nervously and took off up the embankment again.

Soul reached the top quickly, glad for the cover of darkness, because he was blushing again.

Why the heck did I do that?! She's gonna ask me why and I'm not gonna have an answer and... Oh man.

He thought nervously, scuffing his shoes in the dirt.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia giggled nervously as Soul spoke, one hand hesitantly reaching to his as he helped her up. When she was solidly on her feet, she was brushing her knees and legs off when she felt a gentle tugging on her hair. Peering up to Soul, she could see him fishing twigs from her hair, and watched him brush her hair away from her eyes. She shivered slightly as his fingertips brushed her forehead, and she knew the blush was still creeping onto her cheeks. Tamilia mentally cursed; why wasn't this weird feeling living her alone!? As Soul scrambled up the embankment, she tailed behind him, intent on getting some answers. Knowing he would ramble some excuse, she grabbed his arm, ensuring he would stay - and that she wouldn't fall again. Despite the blush flooding her face, she forced her eyes to his, trying to keep herself from melting in his gaze. "Why did you do that...?" Tamilia asked carefully, ignoring the protests of the thin little cuts from the playing card octopus. The little cuts were more annoying than painful, but they still made her wince. Slowly, her hand slipped from Soul's arm; if she was asking a question now, she might as well ask more than one. "And...and why are you so protective of me...?" Tamilia blinked once, hard, and looked to him, looking almost innocent - for once.

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(( hope no one minds me cuting in ^^6 ))

Name: Meridia Firedrake
Age: 18
Species: Hatter
Redd or Alyssian: Neutral
Appearance: This euro-asian sceptor stands 5'9 and has a pastel peach/tan skin complection. Her eyes are almond shaped and bright mysterious jade wolfish green with a small crescent moon birthmark decorating the edge of her right eye. Her hair is naturally wavy with curls at the edges, and has an ebony black outlook. According to mood the streaks in her hair would become more clear, should she be happy and friendly secure and loving from within, her hair would be the warmest brown with natural black streaks. Should she be angry her hair would turn a venomose blood red melting from the ebony at the top to clear red at the tips. Her eyes would also spark this venomouse black/red glint giving off a very dark sinister aura. Should saddness set in her hair would be ordinary black with soulful empty blue/green eyes that look like ice. (if its allowed) She's usually seen wearing a brownish/black hooded trenchcoat which outlines her slender agile form with the curves in the right places complimented with wide rimed sleeves at the wrists. Her hands are delicate yet strong and adorn fingerless gloves, she wears black pants and brown riding boots with the comfort and flexibility of skate shoes.
Personality: She's very quiet mysterious for the msot part, but is very rebbelious cold distant distrusting and cautious. To those few who'd actually gained her trust and gotten close, she was very loving curious and nieve. In genral she's helpful loyal and brave
Crush: none as of yet
History: She'd had a long twisted past. In the beginning she was born to a family of hatters, then as time passed they'd managed to work up a debt. The queen knew the best way to make a person suffer was to take their child away and put them in the most shameful position; hence she took her in and turned her into a maid. MEridia grew up as a maid in the Red Queen's palace. On the day she turned 15 she'd gotten into a pickle when one of the soldiers she was waiting on came back drunk some how. She'd thought she'd accidently killed him with his own blade when he tried to strike a move on her. This lad was about her height, and quite young-most probably one of the few the Queen must have fancied in a way. She managed to get away and take his place for a few months of training. She'd even managed to serve a year on the field. One day as she had returned from duty she was apprihended (spl?) and realised that the lad hadn't died, but was just wounded. The typical result rendered her with a death sentence, so a few days before she was set to the prison. Meridia didn't want to end her life in such a messed up way. The last night she had she had a talk with one of the prisoners in the next door cell, she was quite elderly but certainly not a local. She'd talked Meridia into having hope again and for that night both had found a true friend. By dawn the maiden was gone and all that was left was a ring bearing the sign of those who apposed the Red Queen. The time came for her to be beheded and as she played along walking in a sulking fashion she managed to gain her window and use her training and experience to escape. IT was not without a few injuries but it was better than being dead. Now she remains inbetween not really caring for much other than surviving. She'd been wronged by both sides one way or another and distrusted both. She was ignorant in many ways and saw no difference between the two apposing sides. Both wanted the crown in either case she figured.
Other:
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Soul cursed under his breath as she caught his arm and asked him all of the questions he hadn't been wanting to hear.

"I pulled the twigs out of your hair because you didn't find them on your own. I'm so protective of your because you're my friend. It's as simple as that."

He said waving his hand dismissively.

Wow. That was actually a pretty convincing lie.

He thought happily and grinned only like a Cheshire could.

Remebering that Toppy was on his shoulder, he smiled at him and scratched his ears again.

"Why are you blushing?"

He asked quietly, just noticing the pink coloration on her cheeks.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia felt her heart drop as he spoke, and she stiffled a whimper, whirling on her heels and facing the direction of the camp. 'Why am I so disappointed!? It's not like he likes me. Nor do I like him. I need to get my head out of the mud!' Snorting, she trudged onward, keeping her eyes focused ahead and ignoring Soul, for the most part. When he spoke, she was taken a little off-guard, and turned to face him, standing a good distance in front of him. "B-Because...I-I'm embarrassed from falling." It was a lame excuse and Tamilia knew it, but she ignored it, partially turning away and looking at the trail behind her. The late day sun caught her neon-streaked hair, setting the dark brown 'base' hair ablaze and making the colourful streaks even brighter. "Let's...let's just get going before something else happens." Sighing with frustration - at both her terrible lying skills and her confusion - she began to walk away, ignoring Toppy's happy purrs as the boy scratched his ears. 'I need to stop being so airheaded. Love! It's never going to happen. Not to me, or Soul. Never ever ever!'

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Soul sighed and caught her arm.

"Wait."

He said quietly and something ran by in the shadows, pausing to stare at them, but then continued on it's way frantically.

A few moments later, something much larger went crashing after it.

"Why is she so upset with me? I mean... It's not like I'm gonna come right out and say 'Hey. I'm madly in love with you!' I so don't get girls."

He thought and let her arm go gently, letting his arm drop to his side and he walked on quietly, eerily silent.

His hair covered his face, blocking out his emotions from the world.

He remembered that Toppy was still on his shoulder and he sighed, picking him up and placing him gently on her shoulder with out a word.

Then, he continued on his way, still not making a single noise.

You couldn't even hear his breathing.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia flinched as Soul grabbed her arm; half of her wanted to whirl around, slap him upside the head, and shout, 'Back off, you numbskull!' But, of course, it didn't happen, and after he spoke she simply stared into his eyes. They were a vibrant blood-red, and even though they struck fear into some part of Tamilia's heart, she found them...captivating. When the crashing sounded in the forest, however, she seemed to revert to a less awkward personality. "Probably a young jabberwock," She said thoughtfully, watching the two figures crash off into the forest. "Dangerous little beasts; by the look of the creature it's hunting, I'm guessing it killed a Redd and made off with his horse." When Soul dropped her arm, she walked on, trying - once more - to ignore the boy. And for the most part, it worked...and it only helped when he put Toppy on her shoulder. The kitten automatically scampered across her arms to the nearest tree, and like a giddy child, Tamilia followed. 'Why not be insane while you have the chance?' Laughing, she trailed the Cheshire, flipping and slipping through the branches like a little acrobat. For a moment, she disappeared completely; no sounds, except for the breathing of the air. Suddenly, she hung down in the middle of the path, her face an inch from Soul's. In her truly mad manner, she recited a poem, with a wide grin on her face.

"As I was standing in the street,
As quiet as could be,
A great big ugly man came up;
And tied his horse to me!"

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Soul looked up at her expressionlessly.

"You calling me a big ugly man?"

He asked quietly and smirked, pointing to her knees, which had become tied to the tree branch with some sort of twine.

Soul held up a ball of twine and smiled a truly mad and insane smile.

"Gotcha."

He said quietly and lept lightly into the nearest tree.

"I'm quicker than you might think."

He whispered, his smile the only thing that showed that he was hiding in the shadows a few feet away from her.

After watching her for a few moments, he lept into the leaves above his head and dissapeared from view.

He made no sound as he slid through the leaves like a shadow.

When he reached the perfect spot, he hooked his knees around a branch and dropped through the leaves above her head.

He grabbed the branch with one hand and let himself drop, so he was almost eye level with Tamilia, and he smirked.

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||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia tilted her head, puzzled as Soul spoke. When he pointed upward, however, she nearly shrieked, squirming uselessly in an attempt to move. She saw him raise a ball of twine and growled - half angrily, half amused. "C'mon, you brute; let me dooooown!" She whined slightly, twisting herself around. Finding it useless - again - she whimpered, hanging there and watching Soul helplessly. When he disappeared, she sighed, looking to Toppy who had begun to try and cut the ropes. Then again, with his kitten claws, it was nearly impossible. Suddenly, Soul was right in her face, and she squealed, tensing up. Tamilia snorted, crossing her arms. "Hah hah, very funny. Now it's my turn." She had a devilish grin on her face, but her next move wasn't hitting her just yet. Growling, she looked up to her shirt, which was falling slightly over her waistcoat. Suddenly, it hit her - she'd play on his nerves. Giggling in a girly manner - which was slightly difficult - she traced her finger along his jaw, tilting her head cutely. Tamilia allowed her shirt to fall just so; slightly revealing, but not enough to scream 'trampy'. "You may be quick...but I'm quicker." With that, she moved slowly closer to him, giggling slightly before pressing her lips to his.