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

Alison Liddell you say..? The degree of the circumstance for her being where she was seemed anything but simple, even with the idea that she may have been confused about her involvement in this whole situation. Regardless of what had really happened it seemed impossible for her not to consider her own potential at playing the hand of a scheming murder. Honestly didn't seem to fit her character, not from what she considered about her general character anyway. Sure she was a silly girl who did a handful of less then ideal things but her involvement in them had always been rather basic to say the very most hadn't it? It was stressful to recall, but even now in the midst of the rather unforeseen turmoil of the situation it was still anything but easy to piece the logic together about her being the culprit. It wasn't easy to remember much of what had happened earlier tonight, never-mind the night before that or even two days time before today but she was most certain she had gone about doing what she always did for the last bit of time that had slipped on by and that was playing the part of a silly little girl who was lost in her very vivid and colorful fabled imagination of a time when things around her seemed not to wither in such gloom.. The apparitions had become anything but had they had originally began as, as the simple idea of finding something nice and pleasant to look out shrouded in the twisted fabricated depths of visual insanity had seemed to become her only reason for continuing her rather blink addiction. Of course she saw some things, did some things that didn't make much physical sense when she was off on one of her trips but never had she come sober to a reality where she had been painting illustration with another's blood or anything horrible like that. Come to think of it, she couldn't even recall what she did when she often became sober, as the thought of it had been anything but settling for her to recall as she had so obviously displayed not any longer the moments ago. Oh dear she truly was not herself at all. But then who was she? If not the little innocent Alison she had always remember herself to be? Suddenly the idea of her being a once renowned hero in a far distant land that fought dragons and evil queens seemed anything but probable to her. Perhaps she had gone to far within herself, allowed the pride to slip into her head or had let some other matter of shredded moral linger on in her head for just a tick longer then she had expected it to? Now she was sitting in a police station being asked by Bigby of all people, about questions revolving to a murder and the Hatter? Had he done something again? Oh that good for nothing old man was nothing but trouble he was. Suddenly the idea engagement had passed a vibe off to Alice that her matter in this whole equation would end up being anything but subtle and oddly enough the reaction that she concluded to in her head didn't seem to add up with her own physical reaction. Before Bigby could even speak his first words she felt a tear slip down her cheek as suddenly the weight of her eye lashes doubled and found herself tearing up over the idea that she hadn't been good to the Hatter and him doing something had been her fault. Im such a silly little girl.. I know, always in my head about it.. But I never meant to disappoint or anger him in any way..- Her statement seemed to end mid way as the idea of talking about him on the inside, didn't seem to match her feelings for the particular character on the inside. But who was the one who put you there? No no.. it wasn't him! That little voice in her head seemed do be nothing but trouble, always second guessing every little damn thing she said as if to address something she had forgotten or possibly deliberately left out. It was like having a reflection of oneself in the mirror that did anything at all but act as reflection and instead took some form of ill matter pleasure in contrasting every little thing it was that she did and thought to herself. Where had it come from? Oh never-mind with it! The hatter was dead because of her and- Wait how had she known that? It was literally moments after that Bigby's words had come off his tongue and would only act to verify the real truth that she had literally told herself a millisecond before he said it. The situation had taken a turn for anything but simple, as suddenly Alice's ability to comprehend what she said to herself and heard seemed anything but easy. Those big ocean blue eyes of hers would do anything but lightly tear up now as she began to weep an isolated shower of her very own in front of him. Had Alice had more clarity through the liquid drenching her own eyes she'd be able to tell that Bigby had also taken notice of the small devote holes decorating her arms like they were put their with patterned intention. Her knowing that he knew she was anything but clean in the matters of her illicit behaviour suddenly seemed to matter so little to her as all she could consider was how she had known about this entire situation from the very beginning. Mur-.. Murder.. but by who? And.. why..? She so deeply wanted to know why, as the desperation for understanding in her voice actually matched her mental concern for the matter in a way that nothing else had from the beginning of this entire night. Snicker.. Snicker..