don’t go down the rabbit hole (alice in wonderland o/o)

I did this a while ago and really liked the concept but the rp only lasted a few pages before dying, so I’m hoping that someone will want to do this without letting it die within the week.

Everyone knows the classic children's tale Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, but what not everyone knows is that this tale is real. X is from Wonderland, a place where fairytales come to life and where the stories are more prophecy than fantasy. Every so often, the stories restart with new people to play the characters, but X isn't ready for that. The new Queen of Hearts is even more vicious than the last, as the most recent Alice beheaded the old queen and took over Wonderland, eager to kill the new Alice and her friends before her throne can be taken. X managed to escape Wonderland and hide out in the real world, waiting until the time they are supposed to take the new Alice to Wonderland. However, X has grown rather attached to Y (the new Alice) and doesn't want to bring her into Wonderland. But if X doesn't bring Y, then Wonderland will fall apart and it won't just be the Queen of Hearts after Y.

Hello! So you can be Y. Y doesn't necessarily have to be a girl, though that is how I imagined her. I was thinking X is sort of a white rabbit character, who has a human form that they assumed (either that or the animals in the story don't always mean animals in real life). Additionally, Y doesn't have to be named Alice, but some variation of that would be cool (Allison, Allie, Alistair, Al, etc.).

RULES
-This will be PG-16 for gore, language, and possibly some romance (but nothing too sexy).
-Romance is allowed and encouraged!
-Idc if you curse just don't do it every other word or anything.
-No god-modding or being OP (but you can have powers and I'll let you know if they're too OP).
-You can be as creative as you want but please don't dismiss something that I say or force me to make every choice in the story.
-andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply (obviously hahah).
-If you don't understand something or have a question, by all means ask!
-That's about it!

(If I haven't rped with you O/O before I may ask for a writing sample)

here’s my character

name: Jasper Konin
age: 18, he’s a high school senior
appearance: Jasper is thin and twitchy, always in a hurry. He is pale with lots of freckles, and when he blushes it causes his entire face and neck to go red, which is embarrassing for him. He has a mop of curly hair the color of honey, which is constantly unruly. He has round, Harry Potter-style glasses and an upturned, small nose. Despite his appearance and nervous demeanor, his hazel eyes gleam with mischief. He has dimples and slightly thin eyebrows that make him look a bit surprised when one first meets him. He is fairly short for a guy at 5’ 6”.
personality: Jasper is quiet, trying to stay under the radar. He managed to get out of Wonderland when he was twelve, and was adopted by another person who escaped (their role in the tale was the March Hare, ironically enough). Jasper is afraid of being found, despite the fact that him running away is part of the prophecy. He’s always nervous and on guard for something to happen. He’s also a bit shy and awkward. Jasper has a few friends, but no one he truly trusts and he just wants a friend. He also is a hopeless romantic and catches feelings easily.
powers?: Jasper can shapeshift, but every time he uses his power he goes a little more mad. That is why he only uses it in emergencies, and has only used it twice in his entire life.

Heyyyyyy,

Ok full disclaimer I haven't done any roleplaying in SUCH a long time but I've been scrolling through some of these and this one is by FARRRRR my favourite, like wow.
I get that this is a very late reply but I would 100% be down to do this rp with you, the storyline is right up my alley and I wouldn't even think about letting it die so quickly haha

let me know what kind of writing sample you want (if you still want one) and the general character for Y (obviously this is your idea so I'd like to shape my writing to yours and your imagination!). Additionally, if you have a link to the past rp I think it'd be great for me to read through it to get a grasp of what kind of start-up we could do.

Lots of love xx
Lani

(Bump?)

hey, i would love for you to join! i only need a couple paragraphs long sample of past tense, third person writing! as for your character, you can pretty much go whatever direction you want as long as they are human!

This was from the other day, I always try to give something recent haha, I hope it's ok.

It was the third night in a row she had travelled all the way from her part of the city to the warm and welcoming Poppy inn. She couldn't exactly explain what drew her so to the establishment, the calm buzzing of the tavern perhaps, the soothing chatter of the customers, the dancing scents of homemade pastries and freshly brewed ales.
Really, Otrera liked her identity in the place, no one knew her or the reputation she was supposed to be upholding. She could sit quietly in her same booth at the back of the bar, sipping contentedly on nameless beverages, reading endless scrolls of her beautiful country and remain completely unnoticed.
Otrera loved watching the people around her, she'd become quite good at it over the years, and places like The Dancing Poppy gave her just that opportunity. There must have been three different races intertwining and weaving as one in the friendly ensemble of patrons, no prejudice or whispers of any kind reached them here.
She knew of whispers.

yeah, that’s good! do you need a template? you can just copy what i did for template lol

Name:
April Hare by family.
Alice by friends. It's a fun nickname acquired from her constant daydreaming.
Axe by everyone else. "Don't bring a sword to a gun fight, bring an Axe. Now, she's a weapon."
Age:
17
Appearance:
She's light weight-wise. She doesn't care about taste but the texture of food throws her off, so she just doesn't eat that much. She reaches about 5'4 (and hates it). Expresso brown hair, so close to black she just calls it that. Dead straight, even when forcefully curled by an iron the curls disappear within the hours. Her hair is often greasy because she tends to forget basic social standards.
Chartreuse/Hazel eyes that appear glassy and bored, often because she's not truly using them. She's caucasian with light yet visibly Japanese descent.
Personality:
The Chosen One basically, a protagonist in a fantasy world. Your basic shy/quiet female character except she suffers from a disease called Urbach Wiethe, and this makes her quite literally fearless (her brain is unable to crate the hormone that triggers any fear). Her moral code is basically nonexistent (you killed a man? Cool? Do you want to sit next to me in assembly or not?) as a result of this and she struggles with remembering social norms (brushing/washing hair, etc.)
She purses her lips whenever she's trying to focus which frankly is not a lot. April has a habit to forget to tell people important details about herself and specifically that she practiced Judo for eleven years.
She has a strong drive to do what's right, obviously once she remembers what that is. Her Father, Nathan, is a massive introvert (hermit really) that has always been an animator and after April was born moved straight into the tiniest countryside village you can think of (no, smaller then that) and has been out there since.
April grew up with the lakes and the pine trails, befriending towns people who grew used to her fearless honesty. Her daydreaming comes from lack of socialisation, she imagines up her friends (her own Wonderland basically.)
She often comes across too blunt, resulting in hurting and offending people around her. She considers her lack of fear a flaw.
Powers:
General ruthlessness as, like I said, she is fully fearless.
She trained in Judo for eleven years.
She's no mind reader but she knows when people intend to harm her no matter what, she can sense the danger.

I hope she's ok!! I have a few questions about the rp too, if thats ok??

sure thing, ask away!

So, Jasper and April meet in the real world and he's supposed to take her to Wonderland. Does this imply he's the rabbit character in a way? Are all the characters from the movie going to be real people from the outside world or do only certain roles like Alice get repeated? Is it sort of like a video game type deal with the world repeating? How many times has this happened? Is there a way to stop it?
When Jasper brings April there (assuming he gives in despite liking her for the greater good), will we follow the same sort of plot as the original movie but everything is twisted and wrong? Does Jasper stay with her throughout this?
Is the aim of the 'game' to become the new queen and stop the resetting of the world? Can my character be familiar with the world of Alice in Wonderland, as in, she's seen the movie?
Do we get to collect friends along the way?

If you couldn't tell I'm beyond excited. Alice in Wonderland is my favourite movie, Alice in the Asylum is my favourite book and honestly I get nicknamed Alice irl so I'm more than thrilled to do this rp with you. The idea is wonderful and intriguing so you should be very proud!! I'm sorry if that's too many questions, I'd like to be as thorough as I can.
Much love,
Lani

thanks and it’s good! so basically, yes, there are other versions of the characters, but the only one who appears in the “real world” is alice! the rest of them are born in Wonderland and can only get to the real world by escaping (which is how Jasper got out and is currently in the real world). the way that Wonderland works in this story is that the original characters grow old and have children and eventually die like in real life, but their children (or, other people from Wonderland if the characters don’t end up having children) become the new generation of characters. kind of like Ever After High, if you’re familiar with that. like they’re different people, but they fulfill the original characters’ roles in the story, which more or less repeats itself. as far as our characters know, there’s no way to stop the repeating of the story. and depending on the last set of characters, alice can either become queen, escape Wonderland altogether, die young, or basically any other possible alternative. the last alice is the current queen (and yes, it is possible for one person to end up being multiple characters depending on how the story plays out).

as far as Jasper taking her to Wonderland, yes that will happen, and yes, it will be like the story but twisted and darker. it’s not really a ‘game’ per say, more like fate, but they are trying to find a way to stop it. and yes, they will meet other characters and possibly make friends along the way!

i also love the original book and disney movie and am obsessed with alice in wonderland, so i get it! are you ready to start, or do i need to clear something up? and yes, i will use capitalization when we rp lol.

No that was perfect!! Thank you so much, we're all clear. Haha, I have so many friends who don't capitalise stuff while causal texting, don't even stress.

okie doke I'll post a starter in a couple minutes :)

Jasper breathed in a sigh as he began working on his math problem. It had been six years since he had left Wonderland, and even now practical things like math astounded him. Not that they didn’t exist in Wonderland, they were just…different. He shook his head to clear it as he went back to the problem in front of him. He loved math, because there was only one solution (usually) and a straightforward way of getting there. It was nice and easy, unlike what he would do with the rest of his life.

He took a sip of his coffee, glancing around the crowded coffee shop for a moment. What he wouldn’t give to be one of these simple, easy people. People who could go to college or get a job or even just live in their parents’ basement for years without having to worry about the pull towards another world.

Jasper took a deep breath, setting down the coffee cup. He wouldn’t worry right now. His tendency towards overthinking often got him in this kind of mood and he just needed to finish this math problem.

April darted across the street, she was so going to be late.
Worse than late, she had probably already missed the entire study group to begin with! And then she was going to be late to help Mr Sfrelis at his store and he wouldn't let her work for him again and then she wouldn't be able to bring money into her father and they'd go hungry.
So, maybe she was being slightly dramatic and the stress from yesterday's Math exam was really only just catching up to her. April pulled at the sides of her skirt, subconsciously finding comfort in the habit, she let the scents of hot coffee and crumbly pastries waft her towards the coffee shop.
She tried to enter the cafe as subtly as she could, not wanting to disturb the multiple groups of the many students that definitely found her weird already. April had a little bit of a reputation for being strange.

Second grade, she fell off a tree and the bone ripped out and she sat still without a hint of fear in her face.
Fifth grade, a guy accidentally stabbed her with his dissecting knife and she barely blinked.
Ninth grade, a snake curled up next to her at camp, and she put it back.
Each time, she'd lost friends and earned enemies, before she knew it, everyone in town thought she was the weirdest person in the world. Sure, her dissociation and general lack of social ability probably didn't help her case either.
Alice was the name she went by now, not really by choice, but it was embrace it and make it her own or fall victim to it and she would always choose the first.

The coffee shop practically hushed at her entrance, she sighed to herself and strode towards the front counter, determined to at least order a coffee before heading home. She glanced around the place and watched as heads shot down, people turned away and others visibly flinched, but everyone noticed her.

Unlike the others, Jasper didn’t flinch at her entrance. Having lived here for six years, he was used to her reputation, but having lived in Wonderland for the first several years of his life, Jasper didn’t think it as odd as some. After all, he had a reputation of his own, though it wasn’t quite as well-known as hers. He was a bit odd and distant, but he’d gotten better at blending in over the years.

Glancing away for a moment, so as not to be caught staring, Jasper tried to refocus on his math problem. However, his mind was already racing with the theories he’d had earlier about this girl. She went by Alice now, didn’t she? That had to be a sign. Of course, Jasper had met another Alice and an Allie in his time in this world, so the name might not mean anything. Still.

Jasper was curious. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t realize that he had begun to stare again, his wide hazel eyes unblinking as his thoughts whirled. He was probably just overreacting, right?

April busied herself by staring at the local bulletin board tied to one of the cafe's walls, scanning for any new jobs she could juggle along with the ever-growing list of others. She hummed to herself and waited for her coffee, blocking out the surrounding customers, going into her own world.
Usually, April was grateful for her ability to zone out but perhaps, this particular time, if she hadn't zoned out she would have noticed someone change her order at the counter.

"Alice? Flat White for Alice?" The barista called, reading the lid and frowning, probably not remembering writing that particular name down.
That was her. Alice Hare. Forever labelled the strange, terrifying girl next door. Still, she was the thirsty, tired girl next door so she accepted the coffee nonetheless and tried her very best to ignore the sniggering and short bursts of laughter that trailed behind her as she marched out.

Cold air blew back against her and she tugged her favourite, and only, jacket closer, sipping the hot beverage with one hand and tracing the patterns on the white jacket with the other. She leant against the glass of the coffee house, feeling much more content outside and away from the people.
She often worried it would always be this way.

Jasper watched her leave, before blinking at the onslaught of laughter in surprise. Geez, why were kids so mean here? He tried to refocus on his math problem again, but now his concentration was shattered. He’d have to try again later. The entire time he tried to solve for x, his conscience screamed at him to help Alice.

After a minute or two of nervousness and aggravation, Jasper stood up and threw his coffee cup away. He was finished now anyway, so it would be the perfect time to be a friend to her. And if he was nice to her, maybe he could figure out whether she was the real Alice or not. But he wasn’t sure he even wanted to take place in this awful story, or whatever one called it. Of course, he remembered his parents telling him that the tale would come to pass no matter what he did. It was fated, after all.

He sighed and headed out the door, running a hand through his mop of honey blond hair, trying to make it look manageable. He didn’t know why he cared. Alice probably didn’t. He held his math homework in his other hand, approaching her outside of the coffee shop almost like one would approach a startled animal. It was chilly out here, and Jasper shivered as he stood face to face with her.

“Um, hi,” he said awkwardly, adjusting his glasses with his free hand. “I’m Jasper. I don’t know if we’ve met before.”

Talking to people made April nervous, people her age that was, mostly because interactions with her peers often turned into traumatic memories for her to store beside the many others. She'd sooner run or talk her way out of making a new acquaintance then find herself being ridiculed later on.
The boy had snuck up on her, which she supposed wasn't such a task with her constant state of wishing she was elsewhere. It was such a bother to keep running in the same place, and even if she wished to go elsewhere she'd have to run at least twice as fast!

"We definitely have not met before Jasper," She agreed, patting down her skirt. "Though I can not imagine you are unaware of who I am. The impossibly strange girl. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

The glass was cool against her back, straightening out the stressed joints and relaxing her. April sipped contentedly at the hot beverage, sure she had scared him off. No one ever got the reference.

Jasper shrugged, giving her a nervous smile. “Well, you’re not the only one with a reputation,” he said, in an effort to keep her interested in the conversation. “I’ve been called weird too, but I guess sort of…reigned it in, so to speak? As you can probably tell, I have a fairly reserved personality. Though I suppose I did speak to you first, which doesn’t exactly scream reserved.” He paused for breath, realizing that he was beginning to ramble like he always did. He had a tendency to be quite verbose and say things that most likely weren’t needed when he was nervous, which was a lot.

“Anyway, I just want to be your friend,” he continued, giving her another one of his nervous smiles. “And I mean it. Like, I don’t have many friends and you seem nice.” God, he sounded so dumb right now. This girl had been teased relentlessly as far as Jasper could tell, and she had no reason to suspect he was being sincere. How could he get her to befriend him? And how else would he be able to tell if it was her without stalking her? Because while he was desperate to know, he wasn’t stooping that low.

Why did he care anyway? Didn’t his parents help him escape Wonderland so that he could at least pretend to be normal? As unsettling as it was, Jasper thought this newfound anxiety about this girl had to do with the curse. Fate, curse, story, whatever one liked to call it, it had befallen everyone before him. Besides, he didn’t know for certain that he was meant to play the part of the White Rabbit. Maybe he would be able to live a normal life in this world, a world where he never quite fit in, which put him on edge. He cleared those thoughts away, waiting for Alice to answer.

April stared at the equally strange boy beside her and immediately argued to herself that they must be just as normal as each other, she was good at picking people's intentions up and Jasper seemed genuine with his proposal. And nervous, and it's very hard to fake being nervous, but very easy to become it. She trusted his fidgeting stance and shaky eye contact. Still her stomach squirmed uncomfortably at his use of the word friend, she actually hadn't really had a friend before if we weren't counting her farm and flora ones.

Her father had always been insistent on keeping to themselves and although he was a wonderful man she often thought that her strangeness, at least some, had to be blamed on him and the living conditions of their far away, secluded cottage. Nathaniel had raised April on his own practically from day one, when his animation business picked up and money became a slow but consistent income he hopped on the first bus and bought them a cottage in the middle of nowhere. It took April an hour to get to school and places like this. Though, how she did love her home and it's many beautiful qualities. The large acreage of woods, dancing with heavy scents of pine, the homemade goods that came from their bee hives and fruit trees. Life was decidedly simple and glorious in its perfect order. The wild squirrels that chirped happily when they heard her coming home, the whistling birds rejoicing at April's existence, the packs of deer that wandered on their property.
But, maybe it wouldn't hurt to have just one real human friend. Maybe she thought about living dangerously every once and awhile.

Her voice was quiet. "My real name is April."

The world goes silent, like moments before a hurricane hits. A whistle runs through the air and for a while it's all she can hear, unable to believe she'd just willingly introduced herself to a new person. It was asking for trouble. Maybe that's what she needed.
April was asking for trouble.

Jasper gave a small smile, still nervous but less so, and decidedly more genuine. Maybe she did believe him. He hadn’t realized her name was April, though he knew it wasn’t actually Alice. It was a nice name, still too similar to the girl who had began his story to be comfortable, but not as bad.

“That’s a pretty name,” Jasper replied, managing to sustain eye contact for several moments before looking away. He messed with the hem of his sweater awkwardly as he tried to think of a direction for the conversation to go now. He didn’t have many friends, and he’d managed surface level conversation about homework and teachers with them, but doing anything outside of a school setting was a daunting prospect. His inability to truly be normal loomed over his head now as he thought. “So, have you lived here your whole life?” That seemed to be a suitable conversation topic. Good.

Unless she asked where he was from. Shit. He’d just have to lie and give the answer that Horacio had given him. He trusted Horacio to come up with something believable, as the man had spent much longer in this world than Jasper himself had. Horacio could almost fit in with the humans, despite having played the March Hare in the most recent version of events. Jasper just hoped it would be enough.

April juggled the idea of opening up to a conversation, hadn't she already sealed the deal by giving her real name? No one knew it anymore, or cared enough to bother and ask her for it. She smiled, honestly and truly, brightening at his subtle compliment. Surely, he was unaware how much that meant to her, April missed her name more than she realised.
Not that there was anything wrong with Alice, she loved Wonderland and would forever be jealous of the girl who was free to roam a land of people just like her. Strange, magnificent, supernatural, unhinged people like her.
Jasper didn't seem to belong with the group of people April pictured in her head, but she supposed she was in the real world after all and she couldn't expect such splendid company as she might have in Wonderland. But, as far as Earth went, he was close enough to perfect in her eyes already. Restless in his uneasy stance he might make for a good Judo partner, his height and soft face made him all the less threatening. Frankly, April felt fine standing next to him.
Standing next to a real person.

"I live about an hour from here, give or take, in Hill's cottage by the big forestry." April explained. "How about you?"
She figured it was rude not to ask, she'd been watching people long enough to know that. She assumed that Jasper knew what she was talking about too, the only forestry around these parts for a good day's journey, rumoured to be haunted and not one forest cutter had ever returned from the thick bush.
April always returned safely, but not even her father would go further then the bushes on the rim.
She did ever so wonder why.

Jasper’s confusion showed on his face for a moment before his mind caught up. So she lived near that forest. Interesting. She was closer than he thought to an entrance to Wonderland. It hadn’t been the one he’d escaped from, but that had been more of a crack in the barrier that separated their worlds than a real gateway. He tried to look as normal as possible before replying. Jasper had never been an adept liar, but at least April had asked him where he lived now, not where he used to live. At least he wouldn’t quite have to lie.

“I live about ten minutes from here, less if you’re speeding, and longer if you prefer to ride a bicycle like me,” he responded, honestly. “My house is pretty cozy. It’s nice.” He was glad that her mood had brightened a bit. Even though he barely knew her, he hated to see others feeling down. His foolish, caring nature was the reason he almost hadn’t made it out of Wonderland in the first place, and Horatio did keep telling him to work ok it. Of course, he was terrible at doing what he was told.

"Do you live near a forest? I couldn't imagine what you do in your spare time if you have no forest or friends." April wondered aloud. "I've never ridden a bike so I can't say I prefer it, but it certainly does look fun. Is that what you do with your spare time?"
April really couldn't think of what else Jasper could get up to, though she supposed her existence was a very simple one, sticking to the small world around her. Something was mystical and almost paranormal about the place, from when she was a very small child she'd swear to seeing creepy, horrifying beings and mutated animals, like something in the forest was radiating outwards. And if you got to close?
Well, April was sure that frogs weren't supposed to have eight legs, clouds weren't supposed to be green and pinecones weren't supposed to have caramel inside.
She'd always kept the forests secrets to herself, mostly because she was worried that she had imagined most of it and people would think her more insane if she couldn't provide proof. But also because, she felt normal in the weird place, like she was another abnormal resident of the forest.
Maybe she could take Jasper one day.

Jasper bristled a bit at her words, even though he figured she didn’t mean them in a hurtful way. “I have friends,” he replied defensively. His sudden rush of anger faded quickly, though. “Though admittedly not many. I mostly ride my bike and read. I like doing things that don’t require technology….Because, uh, my uncle hates it, and I live with him. What about you? Do you just spend your time in the forest? How far have you gotten?” He decided it was a good time to stop asking questions now, before he showed his hand far too soon. Not only that, but the last question sounded almost accusatory and scaring her off or having to make up more lies was the last thing Jasper wanted right now.

April squinted her eyes, partly at the sun that peaked brilliantly through the fluffed clouds that truly weren't doing their job properly that day and partly from the realisation that she'd hurt Jaspers feelings. She'd never been good at catching her own hurtful tendencies and she had been told she lacked a filter. She couldn't imagine what having a filter would be like.
There were too many things bouncing off inside April's head every second of the day for her to be able to control them, she blurted out her first constructed thought and built the next response before the person had replied.
Basically, she wasn't used to company. But, surely, that had to be obvious by now.
"You live alone with your uncle then? It must be marvellous to have a distant relative." She turned her head to focus in, a difficult task for her. "I live with my father, he likes to be in his own company so even when we're together I find myself alone."
She tapped her lips thoughtfully trying her best to process an understandable answer for Jaspers questions, one that wouldn't completely have him running to the nearest train
"Most of the time, I sit in my forest to read, or have a picnic or talk to the-" She paused, clearing her throat. "My father doesn't like me going too far, on the account of the missing people, he makes me keep a walkie talkie in my skirt and as soon as it looses signal i have to head back."
She had caught herself just in time, almost revealing that she was sure she talked to flowers and heard whispers from the mutated animals. April hadn't been lying about the walkie talkie though, her father had never liked the forest to begin with and it was the only way to convince him to let her run free.
She slipped a hand into the pocket and produced the two walkie talkies she always kept on her.
"The second one is just in case I loose the first. I often loose things, nearly every time I enter the forest. Isn't that strange?"

Jasper nodded, curious as to what she was going to say before she stopped talking. “Yes, very strange,” he agreed, knowing that it wasn’t strange at all to him. This girl was seeming more and more like a possible candidate, and Jasper felt a bit sorry for her. While Wonderland could be beautiful in parts, no one in their right mind would ever actually want to go there, and Jasper didn’t want to have to take some poor, unsuspecting person.

“Living with my uncle is a like living with a parent…sort of,” Jasper added, trying to think of a way to get to reveal the things she hadn’t said. “My parents are dead, so he’s the closest relative I have.” That statement was only partially true; as far as he knew both of Jasper’s parents were actually dead, but Horatio was not really related to him at all. It was much easier to tell partial truths than lie completely. Anyway, he had to focus on his objective. Maybe he wasn’t meant to be the next White Rabbit at all and could stop people from trying to take April to Wonderland. Maybe he was the next Alice, even. But that wasn’t possible, as he had already been to Wonderland the Alices never had until they were taken there by the rabbit.

Ugh, the complications were making his head spin. He hoped he hadn’t zoned out of anything important to theorize on something he knew deep down was wrong anyway. He adjusted his glasses again, trying to reorient himself in the real world. At this girl seemed as spacey as him, more spacey, in fact, if he was being honest.

"I'm sorry to hear about your parents, but I do get the feeling, my father is all the family I have." She admitted, bitterly. "I wished for a cat like the one from Alice, but he's terribly allergic to them."
She trailed off, listening to the breeze and recollecting her intentions to the sentence she had laid out for him. Whenever she started to think about Wonderland, or wonderful places like her forest she lost her trail of thought. In an effort to prevent her dissociation she threw her now empty coffee cup into a nearby bin, grinning slightly when it bounced off the rim and landed neatly inside. April glanced down to flatten out her skirt once more, and noticed the time on her watch.
The watch had been her Mothers, or at least she assumed so as it was left in the box of things her father his away and it read that the time was well past noon.
She stood up. "Oh bother, I'm going to be late! I have to go, like, ten minutes ago. Though I suppose I have to go just as much now as then."
April pursed her lips and turned to apologise to Jasper, but stopped herself just as quickly. A creeping thought that had occurred to her pushed its way to the front of her mind. What if she'd dreamt this up? Like everything she loved from the forest, this could quite literally be too goo to be true. A friend? Someone genuinely interested in April? It was likely a fabrication of a powerful imagination.
And so, desperate to cling to the idea that it could be real, she passed over the spare walkie talkie to jasper, closing his hands over it. Hoping he was real.
"I don't have a phone. They're more insane than I am and I consider that a dangerous amount."
With that, she darted off into the ongoing traffic and busy streets of the town, only later would she consider how weird her last statement had been to Jasper. And how she had left without a goodbye.