IC: The Quiet Room

[*Alice*]

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"We're all mad Here!"

...Yes.
Well, if you're mad There
and I'm Here as well
that means I'm mad too!
And if Here is There
and that is Everywhere,
then one would think
that includes you!
I'm mad,
you're mad,
we're all mad
HERE.
And if Everywhere is Anywhere
that makes the whole world
There
and if Here is There or Anywhere,
that would make the whole world mad too!
It's a mad, mad place
when Everyone is mad.
It's a funny, funny place
in this crazy crazy land
but if the world is mad
and we are too,
Here, There, Anywhere
even to Timbuktu,
and if the whole world is mad
and thinks the same,
then that would mean
no one is mad
everyone is just very,very sane. [/align]

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[align=justify:b2e93116ea]The whisper of the wounded echoes through the empty room. Bars of isolation confining her thoughts... in one memory eating alive her words. It’s written on the walls with a faded Sharpie, permanent only until it’s repainted. Temporarily permanent... that makes her laugh like the roar of the wind fueling the flames of her past.  Temporarily permanent is like her condition in this wretched room with the black blur of her rantings. Screaming at her conscience. Temporarily permanent is like the organized chaos in the hallways, the scratching of chairs. Against scrubbed tiles in the rooms of the compulsive screamers searching for medicated salvations. The pacing of footsteps of those too restless to feign sleep.

Her laughter is a song of insanity, a dance to a clash of a thousand sounds echoing around her. Yet there is a silence that lurks underneath it all, an urge restless to restrain herself from her past; a numbing silence to block the screams of her family as they perished in flames. She started the fire that night. With no will or reason, she simply played with the spark on a broken match which then turned to two, then twelve. The room fulled with smoke choking off her feet and a blazing curtain passing flames whipped against the walls like a dragon's kiss. A silence possessed her then also, so she ran to watch the burning house... hear the screams of those who had smothered her with love as they awoke to their death. And so she ran to watch the flames pierce through the deadly night sky. To watch the burdens and treasures of her past, trinkets etched with bits of life perish with the ashes of her family in the roaring blaze.

And so she ran until they found her for there was nowhere to hide. But in a white gown beneath bars of isolation, the silence mocked her because she let herself be caught from the burden of guilt and shame. She willed no tears or screams of protest; a coward in the face of defeat. Once upon a time a sanctuary was opened when cowardice struck and confusion etched at her mind. She could run to the consolation and advice of an unknown friend and escape any fear thrown towards her. It was a wonderland of enchantment.  The contagious smile it brought upon her stained lips even when reality had stripped away its magic. Now the wonderland has collapsed into the corrupted wave of her thoughts. The white rabbit is dead, long perished in the fire and the Cheshire cat’s grin has long since fallen still. Wonderland has become a battlefield in ruins, its barren plains reeking of death and smoke. Its glamour morphed into evil and confusion; for the Jabberwocky still lives, feeding on past innocence of those who had been deceived.

She spends her days running from the Jabberwocky, painting the walls with black curse words and fiery deaths. “Oh, Alice” she often whispers, her fingers stained with ink as she reads the words surrounding her. “I hate your wonderland…”[/align:b2e93116ea]

[align=center]...It’s 'there' written on the walls.[/align]

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A soft jingling sound would be heared. soon whistling was heared also. Jester walked past the doctor's, they could not even see him. He would walk through these people and head stright for a certain person. As he walked he swung his septer around in a circle. Jester was comming up to Alices cell. So he started speaking." O what fun you had with wonderland, didn't you ever think that you would always be happy". He started laughing loudly.

He would stare into the cell of Alice and smile."I could let you go back, would you like that"? He was in her room now, his eyes locking onto her body. What a mess, she needed to die but he was quessing wanted to die, or she has tried it befor. Being a gentlefool. He started undoing her straps that had her tied up.


" go in search of me in wonderland, A man named jester,he will look like me but he is diffrent he will help you in search of your revange. "! he finaly undid the straps and faded away. she was free now. and where he stood,was a portal to the one place she knew was real!

[*Alice*]

[align=justify:27e4781852]Voices were one thing but seeing was another. Dainty hands rubbed at her drowsy eyes as if to take the image away. Closing her eyes and counting "One... two... three... four... five" slowly opening those feigned innocent eyes to his visage. Alice was no fool, naive- but no fool. The doctors and nurses had all explained to her that Wonderland was just a figment of her imagination, a psychosis of a child's torment, a way to get away from the pampering suffocation. "I shouldn't talk to things that aren't there. Good advice but I seldom heed it!" she said to herself in a softened tone barely a whisper. Alice had always been good at giving advice, but she wasn't good at listening to it.

Even as the bonds that kept her locked to a single spot, back rested against the wall so she could look up at the moon and wish upon a star. It couldn't be real. They were coming to take her away, footsteps echoing down the corridor as keys jiggled. There was no hope in wishing for a better place; the only she had found a better place was after medication time, three green jellybean pills and two smaller white ones that reminded her of boiled lollies. Alice missed the sweetness of lollies. Lollies reminded her of warm summer days and laughter. Looking down at the chains which had held her in place, like a picture or the never changing faces of the night wardens in this unimaginable hell. "Why would I want to return to Wonderland? Do you think me mad?" She pondered her own question while a finger absent-mindedly tapped upon her chiseled chin. "Madder than a hatter, no less."

”Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time one placed me as mad. Hmmm I feel like some tea” Expression played a quirky portrait over her features, while a more insane grin played over portending lips. If he was a figment of her imagination, he didn’t exist and if she was a figment of his imagination then she didn’t exist either. It was a perfect solution to a complicated situation of remaining her in hell doped to the eyeballs… or return back to the other hell in her head that ended her up here in the first place. “Decisions and more decisions! … Mmmmm, What would you do dear Diamond?” Looking around for the small furry feline that once followed her everywhere, heard all her secrets and aspirations to escape the melodramatic life forced upon her. Diamond had run away the night of the fire, probably some alley cat out there in the night howling away. What did she have to lose? There was nothing here to keep her here and a personal imaginary hell was far better than a real one.[/align:27e4781852]

[align=center]"...but I hate your Wonderland. Besides that shooo, you're just too annoying and smell funny, like cabbage soup and oysters!"[/align]