mad hatter — kill 2

[mcmurderer]

[ Filler, but have at it! ]

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[cheerfulgoth]

[Esther's really not having a good time. It's nice to have her typewriter, and there's something calming about typing, but she can't shake the feeling there's someone watching her at all times. It gives her goosebumps, from time to time she looks up and watches around. Nobody else seems to be awake, even though she's typing. Sighing, she returns to typing.

At some point, she hears something she didn't expect. '...ther...help...me, The Boy...p-please...'. Esther gasps, recognizing the voice. For a moment she's frozen. What if it's a trap? No, that couldn't be it, nobody could fake that voice...was he brought here too? That had to be impossible! Right?

...right?]

...I can't take this anymore.

[She hisses, trying to feel much more confident than she feels right now. Shivering a bit from both fear and cold, she steps out of the house she's sleeping in and looks around. She can't distinguish where the voice comes from -- because it's in her head and she doesn't realize it. For a moment she thinks to call for him, call for her boyfriend, but she refrains from doing it. What if someone hears her and attacks The Boy? Or if he hears her and runs away? Or if he--

Trying not to think of the many ways things could go badly, she chooses a direction and walks, looking around. She really doesn't like Wonderland anymore]

[throning]

[ the night is calming — the sky wraps around him as though it were a comforting blanket, and the scent of death in the air makes it all the better. one more to go.

he carries an axe in his hands. between the blatant scars from earlier and the blood that stains his otherwise prim and proper clothing, he doesn't appear to be in the best shape.

much like a cat, however, he lets the lady go first and remains in the shadows. it's her move — he'll match accordingly as he remains positioned behind a tree, slithering into the bushes when needed for the meantime. ]

[cheerfulgoth]

[Esther walks, looking around. The night that used to be soothing to her now seems oppressive, she'd rather be back at the house with the rest of the butterflies and foxes, but she has to find out what was up with that voice, her boyfriend's voice. Until then, she couldn't--]

Aaah--!

[Esther turns around, cringing from how much that made her injury sting. She thought she heard something. Was it real or was it some of her paranoia? Who knows]

Hello? Someone there?

[...]

I-I know you're there! I told you to leave me alone!

[throning]

[ he rolls his eyes. what an arduous process. mejojo remains entirely still, pressing his back further into the tree. he needs to isolate her, make sure he's not doing this for everyone to wake up to.

he reaches for a rock — only to then fling it near the home of tales. it hits the window with a thud.

now to play the waiting game. ]

[cheerfulgoth]

[It works. She falls for the distraction, she hears the thud. For a moment she stares at the House of Tales, unsure if she should go get something to attack just in case, but in the end she decides there's no time to waste. Taking a deep breath and calming herself down now that she had a concrete place to go to, she straightened up as much as she could and walked to the House of Tales, opening the door.

She hears nothing from inside, and a quick glance everywhere reveals nothing. Frowning, Esther enters, carelessly leaving the door open behind her. She approaches the fireplace, trying to see into the shadows for any indication someone was here.

There's nothing.]

A LITERAL WEEK LATER...

[throning]

[ she's in. he heaves a breath, not out of anxiety or exhaustion, but relief. the process should go about much more smoothly now. the tip of his tail flickers with anticipation, and he treads slowly, quickly creeping into the house and taking cover behind a bookshelf.

the door is promptly closed behind him. he doesn't quite care if she sees him now — but he's a cat. it's in his nature to play tom and jerry. ]