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Alice In Wonderland: The Return of Alice​

---Mad Hatter//Alice---​

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The Mad Hatter was having a rather unpleasant UnBirthday Party. His crazy friend the March Hare and the always sleepy little Dormouse were nowhere to be found. They had missed his past two UnBirthdays actually. Which made the Mad Hatter a bit moody, or rather sad actually. The Queen had stolen them away for some trial of sorts, Hatter had been too busy being crazy at the time to realize they had gone. And so now he lay on the top of the long dining table pouring himself a cup up steaming tea while positioned rather oddly. He pressed his palm to his cheek and held the teacup in his other hand, while his torso and legs were bent in such a way that he was able to hold the tea pot and pour himself a drink. A sigh passed his lips and he sipped the steamy liquid. His throat had been numb from the hotness from years of drinking it. His bright blue eyes glanced to the white fence gate and wondered if anyone would happen to seek him out and heal his bored mind.

Usually Hatter had Dormouse or Hare to accompany him but since this was not the case he had no idea what to do with himself. He lazily poured tea into his cup and watched it overflow. With the spare time his mind began to wander backwards over the years he had spent in his Wonderland. His thoughts paused at the meeting of a strange young girl in an even strangerly plain blue dress. 'How many years have passed?' He questioned himself with a slight frown. He was too lazy to even part his lips to speak, so continued to talk in his mind. 'She was odd.. Will she ever tumble my way again..?' He watched the brown liquid flow over the rim of the teacup. 'I could use some company..'

The Mad Hatter may not be able to realize but it had actually been nearly seven years since Alice came to Wonderland. Which would set her at about the age of seventeen or eighteen. Though time was odd in Wonderland compared to Alice's world. The Mad Hatter had appeared, at their first meeting, rather old with white hair and a large nose. Yet this Mad hatter seemed many years younger. His hair was now pink and streaked with bits of an orange-yellow color, more shaggy than wild. Even his suit had changed a bit, which was nice to know since it had been seven years. It was mostly black, but under his jacket was a blue shirt that hugged him tightly and matched the color of his eyes. There was gold trimming to it as well as silver, and gold buttons were on his cuffs and at the bottom of the pants, zipping open to reveal the blue fabric and flare out slightly. One would think Hatter's new attire was much more appealing than the old orange jacket, green hat and bland pants.

A light groan passed his lips and the teapot dropped from his fit only to land in his open hand as his legs rested flat against the table. Hatter twirled the teapot in his palm and rubbed his one eye almost tiredly. Doing nothing all day on your UnBirthday was making him quite tired. He swallowed down his cup of tea and sat up on the messy table, crossing hi s legs underneath him. He reached up and stretched out his arms, closing his eyes as a yawn passed his lips. He heard the creak of the white fence and a smile spread across his lips at the thought of company. Though when he cracked open a bright blue eye a frown replaced that small smile seeing as how it was only the wind which blew open the fence. 'There shall be no such thing as wind on my UnBirthday!' He thought to himself and opened another eye to lean forward and stare at the spot by the fence where he could swear he saw something. He pulled together his eyebrows and adjusted his monocle. "I do say, Mad Hatter.. I think we may have a guest for your UnBirthday Party," He murmured finally speaking out loud.


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A Fairy And Her Wish​

---Peter Pan//Tinkerbell---​

Tinkerbell had never really thought about what she wanted. She would always just tag along with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, helping them on their little adventures. She was so small she could only hold one emotion at a time, so since she was always consumed by the feeling of either being free or rushing adrenaline from the mishaps the Lost Boys and Peter were always getting into, she never gave a second thought to much else. Well, at least until one night when she was tucking herself into her little clock tower of a room. As she lay there, giving off a faint glow she peered out of the clock and looked down at a sleeping Peter Pan. She couldn't hold back a smile and a wave of happiness consumed her body.

Peter Pan was a terrific lad, and though he never wanted to grow up, he had let himself do such just a little. He was now just at the age of eighteen, and the Lost Boys had followed his lead letting themselves grow up a bit as well so that the majority of them were sixteen and fifteen. Tink had always been seventeen, so it was nice to see that all of them were a little more mature and closer to her age now. She had always been like a mother figure among them, but now that was changing. And as she looked down upon the sleeping Peter Pan she could feel something else was changing as well.

As she gazed with her big blue eyes a different kind of feeling began to wash over her. She gave a very slight frown and pushed her tiny tissue-like blanket away from her small body. She crawled to the end of her 'room' and leaned forward, tiny hands on the edge of the door leading out. Tinkerbell narrowed her eyes curiously and leaned forward. Such action caused her to tumble out from the clock room and land beside Peter with a soft thump. She shook her head, fairy dust sparkling off her body, and leaving a thin trace of it layered on the sheet. She glanced worriedly at the teen hoping she hadn't woken him with her bright shining in the middle of the night.

Seeing as how she hadn't landed on him, he had barely noticed, and only stirred slightly. She scurried closer to him, and sat herself near his chest. She could feel the warmth radiating off his larger frame, and couldn't help the feeling of intense warmth take over her small body. She sighed, as if now content, and sprawled herself against his sheets getting comfortable rather quickly. Next to Peter Pan's warm body Tinkerbell began to relax and slowly drift off to sleep. Her wings fluttered every so often through the night, and her small glowing body didn't glow too bright for it to be a distraction.

 

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Co-Worker Fun​

Elizabeth Porter sighed, leaning against an empty booth's table and glanced around at the crowd in the restaurant. It wasn't packed, but not exactly dead either. She saw someone's hand go up, and pushed herself to walk over to them. She glanced over to the side to see if the other waitress was busy, and she was currently waiting on another table. Elizabeth make herself smile for the customer who called for her over. "Yes Sir?" She questioned politely, running her fingers through her dark locks. The man ordered another round of beers for his table and Elizabeth wandered off towards the bar section. She leaned against the wooden counter and called out, "Scott, two Budweiser, a Heineken, and a Coors."

She chewed on her full pink lip and glanced over her shoulder. A grin dances along her pretty face as she noticed a few people staring. She turned her hand and leaned her chin into her palm, watching Scott taking the beers from their fridges. Elizabeth was dressed a little provocatively today, but the boss never payed any attention, as long as his waitresses and waiters wore their smocks it was fine with him whatever they chose to wear under them. Today the nineteen year old had on a very short leather skirt, and a black zip up shirt with short sleeves to match. Though she kept it a tad unzipped, the lace of her black bra peeking out just a little. Her legs were covered with leather boots that stopped just below her knees.

The only reason Elizabeth was dressed this way because after her shift was over at nine she was planning on going out to a club to party. It was a Friday night, and this girl loved to dance. "Here ya go Izzy," Scot said setting the beers on the counter before her. She shot the older man a smile, and grabbed the bottles by their necks, stepping away from the bar with a quick, "thanks" to the tender. She turned on her heel and headed back towards the table. Setting the beers down next to their appropriate drinkers the men thanked her and she replied, "Is there anything else I could get you all?" She heard one of then snicker and knew they had been saying somethings about her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, then they told her they didn't need anything and dismissed her.

She happily left their table, letting her eyes roll now. Her dark eyes lifted when the door jingled and watched them be seated. Elizabeth strut towards the other waitress/waiter and nudged his/her arm gently, "You wanna take them? Or want me to?" She asked with a slight smile. Izzy didn't mind the boy/girl, not at all, she actually thought s/he was kind of cute, and his/her big eyes were just adorable. She glanced over to the seated couple and then back to her co-worker. Elizabeth hooked a thumb into her loose belt behind her apron, moving her other wrist to jingle her bracelets a bit.

 

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Biker's Bar​

The wind made her short platinum blond hair slicked back. She rode twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Her booted foot like metal against the pedal of her bike. She revved the engine, zooming in front of a car, cutting it off, but not really, as she moved to the next lane over. Her bright blue eyes were protected from the wind by a pair of large sunglasses. The wind ripped at her leather jacket, pushing it away from her nearly bare torso. Her stop was coming up shortly but she didn't really want to slow down. She loved the way the wind felt as it caressed her skin.

A smile tugged at her soft pink lips and she finally began to lift her foot of the gas pedal, her fingers reaching for the brake. She pulled her bike up to the front of the bar and killed the ignition, slipping the keys into the pocket of her jacket. Her pants were too tight to fit much but scraps of paper in the pockets. They were skinny jeans, torn at the knees, faded dark blue denim, and worn low on her hips. She adjusted her jacket and pulled a comb from the side bags on the bike, quickly brushing her hair so that it came forward in a sweep to the side. She fixed her bikini top, which was black with a white skull on it, so that it fully covered her breasts.

Erika was only nineteen years old. She had left her home when she was sixteen, dropping out of her Senior year of high school and joined a group of her biking friends. With them she toured half of America before splitting off. They wanted to go back to the East coast, where as she wanted to go to the West. So now she was in sunny California, where her skin became sun kissed and her platinum blond hair seemed normal.

She ran her fingers through her hair, messing it up just slightly, and hooking her shades onto the string of her bikini between her breasts. She slapped a hand to the door of The Dog House, her new favorite bar that she rode for an hour to get to each time. She grinned widely, suddenly engulfed in a big man's arms. "Erika!" The girl, out of reflex, slipped out of her jacket, jumping back and pulling a switchblade from you don't wanna know where. She held it in front of her, ready to strike. Suddenly the same male voice shouted, "Whoa, whoa, whoa baby! Relax," She blinked, then relaxed, grinning softly, "Oh my bad, sorry Rex." She pat his shoulder, tugging her jacket from his hands and putting it on. "You're lucky we love you, or you'd be out on your ass faster than you can pull that out."

At this she gave a small laugh, strutting up to the bar with him. "Get me a Coors Rex?" She flashed him a charming smile. "Only cuz I love ya' babe," she was rewarded with a wink and a cool bottle of Coors being slid her way. She was underage but the men working there didn't care, it kept her coming back for more. And they wanted her there, because they loved her. They really did. The first time she entered the bar they all had tried to hit on her. When she denied them the sex that they wanted, they hadn't been bitter or sour; they had actually just went back to her again, trying to be friends. And now they all had their odd little relationships as friends.

Erika spun around, surveying the bar for any people who weren't normally there. Maybe she could get some fun in for the night. She licked her lips, adjusting her leather jacket with a slight grin.

 

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