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

My my.. Wonderland, where are you now? It were as if in the blink of the light of the former day a nightly presence had come in with such an invigoratingly unsuspecting front, that had done well to show address to the irregular circumstances of the particular beholders jurisdiction for nothing quite seemed as simple as the turn of day to night. Such things had become a background aspect of much more sinister powers at hand, as time had seemingly shifted from it's former meaning. To everyone else it would be a night like any other, one filled with mystery and purpose to those who dwelled within the comforts of it's shade. For the most part those still about would be doing as they always did, serving to pick and nit about at all the silly little impractical behaviours and bitter sweets, they found themselves more devoted to address. It had occurred to her only over recent understanding that others were very much unlike her in several obvious different ways, but she could do little even bother trying to make herself show consideration for such matters. Perhaps the source of her confusion came from her history or instead something that deemed to dissolve itself so much more in a scheming elaborate paradox? Truth was she'd rather not think about it, even try to consider rationality in the subject of one of the very most important things she had obviously forgotten. Instead she preferred nothing more then to indulge her fantastical illusive stare into the stars hanging above her, like riddled dots over a once fabled and adored pattern that seemed so much more interesting then anything more prioritized around her.. The thickening shroud of her nightly surroundings had only ever served to measure its value to her in one purpose and that was the ultimate cover of confinement. Whether she was oblivious to her reasons for being so entranced by it, was beyond the value of her consideration as she found the simple manner of night much more appealing then trying to understand what it was that she adored so much about it. It was tricky to say much about her other else then what was only said by others and written by fools in old silly tales, as the mystery to who she really was would always remain just that and to herself as well, even if she were capable of realizing it she probably wouldn't have had it any other way. Ignore was truly bliss, as much other things could be said about insanity.. said, no one she could recall.. How very odd indeed.. Only now in this dissolving sense of gloomy childish reality had she found herself at a rather rough edge that had seemed to send her head over heels into a chasm of uncertainty. As she knew better then almost anyone else, whenever the thought of her anxiety slowly began to once again crawl its way up her back and finally came to her attention would she often find herself slipping slowly into a rather shallow form of escape that was often at the edge of some bizarre form of mostly illicit sedative or through the rim and cork of an equally otherworldly bottle that housed liquid beyond this worlds knowledge or reason. Though she seemed to bare some for of dignity even now accepting this term of herself as she knew better then to ever get caught out in the open doing such things, the desire to enthrall herself in the release of these urges knew such little control of herself as even now in the glamorous shroud of the nightly aroma in which she loved so much she felt that spiteful temptation of addiction quickly drench the very essence of her silly little mind. Through the cosmic mist of the thick nightly fog and ridiculous vibrate spotlights of small establishment there would be but a single whim of a rather illusory trail of a strange coloured smoke seeming to shift in both colour and form. The trail that led to its source seemed to go of forever or at least in the eye of the beholder of such otherworldly strange prescription. To the source of the cosmic artistic lines of smoke, the trail seemed to coil about the very essence of all physical manner of obstruction and object coming forth its path, always shifting and changing in vibrate glow with each step further she had made, as she had only just stopped to realize the beauty of it all. The journey of mesmerizing illusion had taken her only to the foot of a single alleyway that was drenched in shadow and didn't seem to bare any form of flare or colour about it. Only now had she remembered why it was she had gone there, her steps seeming to quicken at the tap of her heels as she felt a strange source of eagerness fill her. Looking back at the cosmic highway of endless magical smoke had only inspired her to paint the entire city in the charisma of it's delusion as she had just realized why it was she found herself walking about on this particular night.. It were as if there were nothing more interesting in the entirity of this rather strange little world then her own personal daze, as any thought of the purpose to what she might have been doing or even how she may have gotten there had totally slipped her mind. Oh there was so much she had forgotten and it would be even so much worse for her to force herself to remember but even strange odours of intoxication from a land of her own seemed to find their limits among the laws of this cruel new reality that came in the form of this curious new little world around her known as Fabletown. There would be the sound of crawling footsteps drawing nearer to her, as she had remembered the particular sound of similar dusty old books clapping their way along bitter pathway several times before. To her, it were as if the source of the approach was one who obviously brought about them a bold intention of illwill, an obvious threat of sorts who had shown no fear in displaying anger in his footsteps. The once dreamy expression that had poisoned her face with fantastical ecstasy would slip away as she'd find herself only now turning her head to address the other closing the distance between her. It were as if the entire engagement had come forth through the obscurity of slowed motion, as the simple touch of the strangers grasp upon her shoulder felt much more like a shove or crude gesture to her, then what it really had been. A simple pat on the side of her shoulder in reality, but to her an assault driven in violent madness by the hand of another who was far from in any way shape or form, the person she saw in her own mind and through those dilated eyes of misty blue wonder. Oh how she had half a mind to throw sharp defence of her own at the obviously rather kind individual who had approached her with nothing more then gentle steps and a light tap on the shoulder. Her former expression of ridiculous fantastical euphoria had abandoned her, as instead she found her brow tilting and her lips tensing in sharp appal only within moments time to form reaction of bitterness. With the turn of her head, she'd only now take in his very real features and deem them strange and anything but settling to her which had slowly begun to remind her that this man was not who she had originally thought him to be. That was besides the purpose of her reaction however as oddly enough there were several of him, splitting right down in the middle as if he were a phantasmal image of a realistic person being split into several ghastly variations of his one true self, if there was really one true source of the visual madness at all? As she'd weigh in the very much mundy features of the one before her she'd instead find her expression once again tilt about in strange confusion as if it were on the lighter side of a one way scale. Without a single word she'd watch the strangers chapped young lips turn to attempt to form words, which had only come out to her as distorted tones and equally nonsensical frequencies. Had she lost her mind? Or was she dreaming? Perhaps she had forgotten what it was she was smoking? Her own vivid blue eyes would spark alive within concern and disbelief as after the slowed and chopped nonchalant clamour of the strangers speech she'd only just realize she was completely not at all within her right mind. There would be a small shudder escape her lips followed by the heavy shaking of her head as she'd make a desperate obvious effort to come back to reality. As she it were as if the world around her would seemingly fast forward back to the actual time in which it existed, visuals around her and former words having gone past her quickly snapping back into their proper place. The ambience of the quiet night around her had come back to her, as she'd verify for certain now that there was only one strange man before her and that the trail of smoke that in which she seemed to both create and follow had only come from the strange cigarette between two of her fingers and was anything but endless, only whisping off an inch or so from the source of its flame. I beg your pardon? She'd find herself ask aloud, feeling quite silly for assuming the worst of the situation but not even sure, not quite understanding the reality of it. Or why it was this particular stranger that had broken her from her hysteric daze and for what reason? So many questions with no time to pay mind to them.. It made her feel rather uneasy to say the least. The man had asked her to come along with her, to answer a few questions involving some sort of police work? Or so she had been told. The feeling of being selected under the premise of what the circumstances were for her assistance hadn't done very well to ease her forward in agreeing to go forth with the man but it wasn't like she had much other choice then that.. Or perhaps she could simply continue to venture down a very much more psychedelic variate of the true Fabletown that seemed to make so much more sense to her then the current.. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The experience of being taken away for questioning had proven to be anything but comforting, as she'd much rather describe the situation as nerve racking but she had very little choice in the matter. The man would take her to a strange building one that she was certain she had been too before but may have been mistaking for on odd mushroom shaped and sized house back where it was she had originated from. Her mind was quite literally in the gutter as the realities of Fabletown, no matter how boring and unworthy of her interest as she had once considered them to be, had suddenly become so much more of a valid factor to her. In reality she knew very little about this world, only being here for... for.. well her memory wasn't too great, but she knew she didn't quite fit in as well as some of the other fables did, or so she had heard? She really didn't know anything now did she? If that be the case then why would the authorities wanted to take her in for questioning? Had she done something wrong? Oh little Alice what have you done to yourself now..? As she'd sit at the opposite end of the desk in the rather strange room containing a number of strange artefacts that were clearly not from this world, she'd wonder if she had honestly done something wrong. It took only a moment for her hands to begin fumbling about in front of her, as her vivid blue eyes would widened with panic and she'd stare down at them wondering if she had done something horrible in fact with her own two hands. In a sudden immediate frantic display of searching, she'd throw her hands to her shoulder, only just realizing now that the one who had brought her her had taken her purse and thus any form of sedative ? she would often use in these sorts of situations where she felt completely out of control of herself. It took her only a moment to realize she had nothing to ease the suffering of her own anxious emotions as she'd only just realize just how dreadful the fundamentals of the reality around her were quickly become and why it was she did half the things that she did in the first place. There was literally nothing she could do about the utter desperation of her withdrawal under the current circumstances and instead of being able to ease her panic with unhealthy addictions, would instead find herself biting away quickly at her own thumb in a soft rhythmical but intense speed as some depressing means of trying to comfort herself through a more simplified means of deprival. There is little to fear but the thought of fear itself my dear.. Run along now and try to keep spirits up.. It was a good thing the sheriff had shown up when he did otherwise who would have known what little Alice may have resorted too without another in the room to retain her focus on the very fragile but real reality that inevitably surrounded her, the one it was obvious she didn't quite like as much as the other. At the simple creaking chime of his own office door she'd find herself looking up, her eyes sharply reacting as if she bore not even a single flaw when it came to the health of her reflexes, which seemed odd for a young woman of her stature who did very much the variety of unhealthy things. The nervous tension of her wonderful blue ocean eyes would stare sharply over to the one who closed the distance between the two as suddenly her feelings of lonesome anxiety would quickly find a reason to ease themselves from the maddening condescension of her own despair. Why yes.. It is..- Though it would be more proper to refer to me as Alison for I feel it may do me more justice, if that is any consolation to you at all ? Suddenly the feels of dread and madness quickly seemed to be repelled by what could only be described as some sort of invisible force, one of good nature and welcoming but still remaining very much in the unknown. Though it would be strange for her to feel such things in the presence of Bigby of all people, as the two of them had never met before? Or had they..? There would be no further words exchanged from her shaking bright red lips, as she could only find herself so eager to want to try one of his cigarettes but instead began to rationalize the depth of her choice now that she was fully away in this bitter reality around her. She'd only gently shake her head with a nervous smile and wave her hand at the pack of cigarettes as if to wish them away..