Alright! Go ahead and start, then. It's 11:50 at night for me, so I'll be on for a while longer most likely
A Random Rp?
(Okie,.good to know!)
Charlotte sighed as she tied her hair up in a black ribbon. She was headed out to the well, where she usually went to practice a special talent that she wasn't supposed to have. She would crush rocks into dust and pull all the water out of the well. It was incredibly entertaining. But today, she was just sitting on the edge of the well to read. She tapped her fingers on her thigh as she read, and looked up for a moment to see… an extremely fat, grey rabbit. It stared at her for a moment, nose twitching, before leaping towards her. Charlotte screamed and fell back, hitting her head on the edge of the well before she fell in. She fell for several seconds before she realized she hadn't hit the bottom yet. She blinked several times, but couldn't see anything, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in a brightly lit field filled with flowers. Running her eyes, she muttered, "what on earth?"
Quinn was draped over the throne, talking to one of his courtiers, when he felt it. A disturbance. Alice? No. Someone else. As the king, he had an automatic awareness of any in his lands, and this was someone new. He clenched his fist. "There is a girl, in the fields near where Alice first arrived. Bring her here." He ordered.
The man he had spoken to, a bounty Hunter and guard, nodded. "Yes sir." He took off.
Quinn lifted his chin, tapping a finger on the throne. What are you doing here, girl?
Charlotte looked around in confusion. "Hello?" She called, to no response. Slowly standing up, she looked around once more and tried again. "Hello? Does anyone know where I am? I think I've come here by mistake." Still, there was no response. Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself, she started walking, still occasionally calling out.
First came the smile, then the purple striped body of the Cheshire Cat. "Oho, someone found their way to Wonderland." They said, smiling the whole time.
The bounty Hunter went as quickly as possible, riding a horse.
Quinn waited, smirking. Gotcha. He thought.
"Oh, God," Charlotte yelped, jumping backwards. "Who are - wait, did you say Wonderland?" She laughed, "That's just a children's story… although here I am, with a talking cat…" she trailed off. in confusion.
The Cat gave an unsettling laugh. "Oh, dear me. Someone didn't listen to their mother, and now look. You're caught in Wonderland!" It gave another burst of laughter.
The guard kept moving at a fast clip.
"You - you know my mother?" Charlotte asked uncertainly ,taking a step back from the cat.
"Of course I do, dear." The cat's body started to fade. "She is Alice, after all." It vanished completely.
The guard was nearly there already.
Charlotte winced at hearing her mother's name, starting to turn and walk the other direction. "I am not going mad. I am not going mad," she muttered to herself.
After a few more minutes, the guard found her. He was tall, and his armor was painted white, and looked vaguely like a playing card. "Stop, in the name of the king." He commanded.
Charlotte turned and raised an eyebrow. "I thought there was a Queen here? Then again, my mother was entirely mad, so I suppose a few details may have gotten switched around," she mused before turning her attention back to the guard. "Who are you, anyway? I don't remember you from my mother's stories."
"Your mother knew the Queen of Hearts. This is her son. And I'm only a guard, not important." He grabbed her arm so she couldn't run, his grip like iron.
"Your mother knew the Queen of Hearts. This is her son. And I'm only a guard, not important." He grabbed her arm so she couldn't run, his grip like iron.
"Excuse me, sir, but isn't the Queen of Hearts supposed to be the villain?" She asked before rethinking. "Although, I suppose if you're her guard then you wouldn't see it that way. Well, in any case, would you mind terribly letting go of my arm?"
"The Queen of Hearts is not a queen anymore. As I already said, it is her son now." The guard pulled her up on to the horse. "And no, I'm not letting go. I was instructed to bring you to the king."
Charlotte screamed indignantly. "I should certainly think not!" She cried, determined not to use her talent yet. "I won't be having my head cut off today."
The guard. "The kid's not that crazy." He replied. "He isn't as bad as his mother." The horse took off, back towards the castle.
Charlotte crossed her arms and say in silence for several moments before speaking again. "I should certainly hope that your 'King' is a lovely person. Otherwise please believe I will be leaving immediately."
The guard shook his head. "No, you won't." He replied. "As for lovely…depends on what you're judging by."
(Oh god, speaking like Alice takes up so much brainpower XD I'm probably going to go to sleep within the next 10ish minutes)
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, good sir. Or evil sir, I'm not entirely sure yet. How long until we reach the castle?"
(lol ok. Same most likely)
He chuckled softly. "We're nearly there." He replied as he spurred the horse faster.
Charlotte sighed, tapping her fingers out of boredom. "This is worse than a train ride," she declared.
The guard shrugged. "I don't know what that is." They arrived at the castle, and he escorted Charlotte inside.
Quinn was draped across the throne, his crown hanging off his head at an angle.
Charlotte crossed her arms. "Hello," she acknowledged politely.
Quinn sat up, eyes flickering over her. "Hmm. Alice's daughter." He said, smirking slightly. "Interesting."
The guard was silent.
(Going to bed. Will be on again tomorrow sometime)
"I don't see it as all that interesting. Many people have daughters all the time," she replied with a head tilt.
(Mkay, me too)
Quinn stood, walking to her and examining her. "Yes, but Alice was special." He replied, smirking.
"That's entirely subjective," Charlotte stated, arms still crossed.
"Oh? She was the first one from your world to make it to Wonderland. I would call that special." Quinn said with a smirk, coming right up to Charlotte and looking down at her.