Thread: The Madness Among Us... [Blissy & November]

Clearly we are one of two minds.. It was abnormal to consider a life without the Hatter, despite feeling rather strange about the true nature of her feelings towards him. What would she do without that silly old cook of a man to take care to her, where would she go and what would she do with herself? Strangely she felt as if she had already known the answer to that, as if it had been something she had long since considered and planned out for a time that reached beyond her obvious memory. There were others of course, the the most of them were equally as menacing as the rest and it would feel rather odd of her to consider them as a conclusion. Hmm.. how very unusual indeed.. The longer she considered the matter to more clarity seemed to compile in her conscious over the matter as her ability to demonstrate and display utter sorrow seemed tempted by other rather unlikely mischievous thoughts. Oh my what had she done? Had she done anything at all or was she simply allowing herself to become lost in the distressful reality of her personal little sobby society? Perhaps it was a simple rational feeling of instinct but she suddenly felt as if she bore some incline in discovering the truth behind the rather grim matter of the Hatters fate, even if it meant accepting the odd possible conclusion that she may very well had something to do with it.. There was a simple shake of her head as Alice would attempt to shift herself from the fundamental dismay of her current circumstance and could think of nothing other then severity of the situation. To most, or in Bigbys case she seemed to show a very true face of utter confusion and distrot but within herself the emotion hardly felt probably placed in even the slightest degree. Still the girl was incapable of controlling herself and that much was true no matter how the situation was reviewed. Perhaps it would have been better of her to simply delude herself in the silly practicalities of her little wonderlandly consumables and simply do her best to comply with the matter of the situation as Bigby would probably expect her too? Though she wished for it to be this simple any form of simplification seemed to have long slipped away from her over her last little unexpected in this very unfair and nonsensical reality around her. Now instead of knowing what it was she wanted and to feel exactly where it was she should be, she only bore trembling hands that desperately served to skittishly tap away at the surface of the table before her as she concerned what means of escape she could possibly take to smooth herself in her time of distress. Regardless of the rather grim sense of wicked reality, there seemed to be satisfactory when it came to being interviewed by the one and only sheriff of Fabletown she would speak any-more then a single word too. Of course you know nothing of the matter.. How could you, being out and about in all the pleasentries of innocent little imagination.. Surely you have nothing to fear. The voice in her head was becoming anything but reassuring, as the longer she seemed to try and press the unfortunate matter of the death of someone close to her, the less inclined she felt to believe anything the little snicker in her mind said. Where had that voice come from anyway? How long had she allowed its racket to fumble around with the fragility of her wonderful character? Where had it come from in fact? Suddenly the trauma of considering what she may have done seemed to out-way the possibility that she hadn't done it at all, as Alice would literally find herself collapsing her face into the siege of her hands as they'd sharply lock at the side of her head as if she were trying to suppress a terrible pain in her head. It would be obvious to Bigby by now that the girl was in hardly any obvious place to be answering many questions by the simply pigment of her reddening face from it's former almost ghostly pale colour. I.. I was out.. Doing what I always do at 6 o'clock.. Was I late? I can't exactly recall but for sure I was out doing work for the catepillar.. That crooked old swindler wouldn't have me doing anything else at such an hour.. She'd give Bigby an answer to his question but hadn't quite realized that she may have slipped a detail more or so then she had intended too upon being brought in here. The caterpillar was never planned to be mentioned in any recallation that related to the Hatter to prevent herself from becoming too attached to more personal matters. Strangely her desire to disclose more of the personal bits of her life with the two individuals seemed anything but elaborate but also considered by the influence of a second thought she hadn't quite been aware of before.