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sirenspull_logs2012-04-20 08:16 pm
cruelwonder) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-20 08:16 pm
Entry tags:
float on to the painted skies
Who: Alice Liddell and Destiny.
When: Early afternoon on Friday
Where: The library.
Summary: Alice goes looking for a book. Destiny works at the library. A meeting of queen and caterpillar ensues.
Warnings: American McGee's Alice spoilers, I suppose. That's pretty much it.
Alice has always been smaller than most people. She stands at five foot four with her boots, which doesn't amount to much. She's a sight indeed in her stockings and old dress, looking like a doll from the Victorian era. She garners a few looks here and there but nothing else as she peruses the shelves in search of a few books for herself. With Snow disappearing, she wants to know more about what she might be...these "Fables". Surely, she's not fake. It's just a term. Snow's said that all of them are real.
But if there are books, how can they be real?
Her eyes go over several spines and titles, her foot tapping quietly against the carpet as she looks. "Where on earth could such a thing be?" Perhaps they've even done away with the title. Maybe it never existed at all. She rubs her forehead.
Rubbish. It has to exist somewhere. This isn't Wonderland; things should not be so topsy-turvy.
When: Early afternoon on Friday
Where: The library.
Summary: Alice goes looking for a book. Destiny works at the library. A meeting of queen and caterpillar ensues.
Warnings: American McGee's Alice spoilers, I suppose. That's pretty much it.
Alice has always been smaller than most people. She stands at five foot four with her boots, which doesn't amount to much. She's a sight indeed in her stockings and old dress, looking like a doll from the Victorian era. She garners a few looks here and there but nothing else as she peruses the shelves in search of a few books for herself. With Snow disappearing, she wants to know more about what she might be...these "Fables". Surely, she's not fake. It's just a term. Snow's said that all of them are real.
But if there are books, how can they be real?
Her eyes go over several spines and titles, her foot tapping quietly against the carpet as she looks. "Where on earth could such a thing be?" Perhaps they've even done away with the title. Maybe it never existed at all. She rubs her forehead.
Rubbish. It has to exist somewhere. This isn't Wonderland; things should not be so topsy-turvy.