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

You of all people should know better.. It were as if suddenly that wretched fissure of blatant anxiety had suddenly diminished completely from the strange young woman sitting across the table but in reality things were never so simple as they have seemed. All the sheriff had proven to do was distract the mad little girl but the particular ease he had provided her with was anything but unsatisfactory. Now instead of allowing her mind to compile up all matter of insane consequence she instead found herself utterly mesmerized by the wolf among her, but not in any sort of obvious healthy way that one may assume. This was not a mannerism of good introduction as this truly wasn't the first time they had met before? Or was it? That terrible thought stretched through her mind again as she couldn't help but wonder beyond sensible manner if she had mistaken his physic for that of someone else. Oh she was sure she hadn't met anyone quite like him before? Or had she simply forgotten yet again? Was it honestly that important for her to know or ha she simply been extended the value of sane company once again, which to her had proven to come in some form of uncommon treat. Well whatever the case was she was quick to decide well of it's matter as instead of trying to desperately find the answer to her question she instead allowed her mind to become utterly captivated in the paradox of it all as she'd wonder only now if he was truly interesting as her instincts remembered him to be. Silly little girl.. Stop playing game with yourself.. Oh hush, what a now.. your such a miserable racket.. On the outside her company thought probably the least of her, conveying her position in all of this as to be some sort of obvious mix up? Or perhaps that was what her head was telling her it was. It didn't matter and that would be the simple end of it, no longer would she be chasing the own tail of her mind in circles while she desperately tried to make the very most honest and sincere impression. Alison was a honest good girl despite whatever that miserable racket in her head said. Oh but what was that racket? It was so difficult to focus on the situation at hand. In reality all he probably saw was a poor nervous little wreck of a girl who hadn't even done herself the dignity of covering herself up well with her wardrobe, simply throwing on any mannerism of tight clothing and tore accessory. The way her blue and white top hung down the shape of breast and allowed more then just an obvious peak at what lay behind. Oh it were as if that miserable little rabbit insignia had been placed between those two moulds behind her shirt deliberately. Not much else could be said about the rest of her either, though mostly hidden by the table it was fairly obvious that this girl was not the sort who preferred the comforts of silence in her steps either, not with her wearing those foolishly large platform heels of white and blue that were wrapped about at her ankle in a strange striped fabric that looked to be as if it stocks that she had been to lazy to pull up the fabric of her dark full leggings. Even she had to admit she found it a bit odd that she wasn't wearing her matching blue and white jacket, even now that the temperature in the room had been somewhat chilly to her. Instead it hung behind her chair as she'd consider trying to remember during at what point she had even removed it from herself to practically herself on display to the sheriff- Oh you are impatient aren't you.. SSHH The oddest thing about her feeling so bare and exposed to the total strange was that she felt as if she were was basically staging herself for the worst of the situation. Had little Alison forgotten that her arms had practically been riddled from top to bottom with both fading and new incision of tiny little black holes, that obviously gave her anything but healthy titles to what her favourite pass time was? None of it seemed to matter to even the slightest bit to her when she was with him however. Instead of considering her own disposition in the whole matter she could only find herself forcing a light gentle smile across her rosy red lips as her lips did their best to form resistance in the instability of her gentle smiling gesture. Well perhaps everyone else is mad.. Or is it that they just don't seem to share your flavour? Her words literally rolled of the tongue as if someone else was talking to her, but the distinctive hum of her tone seemed to normal. She felt like she was sure that part of her had wanted to attempt to take his offer, only because it was from him and not anyone else.. but another part of her, a more rational aspect of her character that seemed somewhat unknown or forgotten to her, didn't want to test the idea of smoking a brand other then the sort she were used as she had a certain expectation when it had come to reaching her own high. Nothing less then the sort of nonsense she smoked would ever do it for her, not since it had become her whole world, even outside of the real one that the visions had really come from.. Even now she felt less and less like herself as while she did a decent job at maintaining the illusion of who she was on the outside, while the inside of her min asked more questions of herself that one may find in an encyclopaedia of the most nonsensical of value. The room seemed so quiet in reality but in her head it was something so much menacing altogether and the only thing keeping her from losing her cool seemed to be the mystery sheriff only a mere inches away from her. Would he talk with her? Or would he get straight down to business.. Oh she'd hope so.. What did that even mean? What was she playing at? Honestly she felt as if he could ask her anything, anything at all and she'd be so willingly proud to provide him with the answer he so seeked even though she probably wouldn't have the slightest clue as to what it was she were talking about, but the simple idea of blabbering about to him seemed to suffice as the sort of thing that would keep her in the forgetting of just how uneasy she felt now that she had been helpless to prevent herself from being consumed by this reality. Well anything but that perhaps? Her expression seemed to toss and turn about at the mention of The Hatter even though she showed no immediate claim to whether she was shocked or confused over the mention of him. The expression she wore seemed to slide about like goo plastered to a mask as in an instant she first displayed an obvious sign of concern but only moments later wonder as to why he of all things had been brought up at the only the beginning of their conversation. I know of a many good things.. One of which being a Hatter.. Though I feel concern for your question.. Why has something happened? Oh he is such a silly old man that man is.. I live with him you see.. Her will to cooperate didn't seem flawed in the slightest bit, but her understanding of the situation seemed to show frailty. If it was Bigby's intention to question her like how they did suspects in those old serious black in white films then it would be certain Alison wouldn't be the qualified to play the part of the questiony since her reactions seemed to profound in their honesty despite whatever flaws she obviously had with her character on the inside.