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Valentine

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[.:Ever After:.] {-A Fairytale Role-Play-}

[Disclaimer: I do NOT own Ever After or Snafu Comics. However, the plot and my character are mine.]

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Welcome, children of all ages, to the magical world of Grimmoire, a land of all fairytales. Of faeries, and tinkly winkly pixies, frog princes, and tightly-clothed elves of most questionable orientation. Though never a perfectly happy place, and this has been true since the beginning of days in Grimmoire, this land has been growing exceptionally rowdy as of late. From giants, to trolls, to dragons, and to the seemingly unending plethora of wicked stepmothers, the concept of 'normalcy' has always been ill-defined to begin with. Most of these disturbances were tolerated early on. All the same, the number of troubling incidents was reaching an all-time high, and by order of the Queen, this chaos needed to be contained.

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So it came to be, looming over it all on an island far away upon the Edge of the world, the Everafter Maximum Security Asylum and Home for the Fantastically Traumatized. The facility, dedicated to the betterment of the magical realm, was a booming success. However, I'm sure your wondering, how exactly did they go about making Grimmoire a better place? Simple. By silently and swiftly removing the more 'unflattering' residents, and giving them a nice homey room in the asylum, i.e., locking them away in one of the isolation cells on the lower levels and leaving them their to rot as the other good people of the land went about their buisness, with happy endings remaining happy, and fairies remaining tinkly and/or winkly. As you can imagine, not many of them were too happy with this.

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The propietor of the Asylum was one Humpfridious T. Dumpty, an extremely wealthy land-owner and an eccentric visionary. Combining both the technology bought with his endless pool of money and the darkest of magicks, Mr. Dumpty was certainly able to boast that the Asylum sported only the latest advances in magical technologies, such that even the highest wizard council could not be able to fathom. And it was with these advances, it was said, that the most feared creature in all of legend came into creation. The Big Bad Wolf.

Shorty after Everafter's inception, Mr. Dumpty announced to all of the residents of Grimmoire that they'd best behave themselves, or for if they be tempted to do someting questionable, the Big Bad Wolf would come for them in the night, and would drag them silently bag to the cold steel bastion of Everafter, cackling quietly to itself all the way...

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And for a time, everything settled down. There was no stealing, children behaved better, and the chaos that once thrived in Grimmoire had almost utterly vanished from the community. Until, of course, as one might expect, something went wrong. As you can imagine, a creature of such darkness and malice as the Wolf was not created via technology. No, it was in the creation of the Wolf that Mr. Dumpty used his money to call upon some of the most vile people in all of Grimmoire. Who were these people you ask? Necromancers, and extremely powerful ones at that. Anyway, the necromancers gathered up the remnants of an old sacrifice, and poured their dark energy into it, thus composing the wolf. However, like in all dealings with black magicks, the energy backlashed, and Mr. Dumpty lot control of the Wolf.

It gained a will of it's own and it's lust for raising hell only drew stronger. It began attacking people at random, gobbling up men, women, and children alike, deeming them to be evil regardless of their degree of goodness within them. Entire villages were destroyed. Naturally, this worried the Asylum commity, Mr. Dumpty especially, for if the good queen learned of this chaos, the Asylum would be closed, Mr. Dumpty would be executed and served to the queen and royal council as a giant egg dish, and the felons wold burst out of prison and exact their revenge on the Commity.

So the Commity began to send out secret squads of undercover agents to try and track down the Wolf. However, skilled in tracking as they were, the Wolf was like the wind, popping up somwhere, dissappearing, and then poppping up again nearly miles away. So, to avoid detection, instead of rounding up the Wolf, they began to round up the remaining civilians and locking them up in the facility so they could never tell the tale.
But forgive me, I'm getting ahead of the story. Our story...as it were, their story, begins now. As you can undertand, most of the prisoners in Everafter were none too happy to be locked up within the confines of the lower levels of the Asylum. You see, when each of these prisoners were taken away by the wolf, they became part of it. They gained fragments of it. It's lust for blood...it's relentless anger....the malice in it's smirk. Their minds were twisted and cracked, shattered and torn asunder. And it is in this tale that five of the said prisoners that have been forever changed by the wolf, just happen to break free, and are out for a little revenge. Not nly against Mr. Dumpty, but against the very creature that made them become what they were.


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Rules-

I'm allowing only ten players, and it's first come first serve.
PM your template with the title 'Happily Ever After'
No Godmodding.
No Power-Playing.
No Spamming And One-Lining. Period.
This Is A Literate Roleplay So Literacy And Grammar Are A Must.
Romance Is Allowed, Keep It PG-13 Though.
No Killing Others Unless They Give You Consent
Character Must Be Based Off Of A Faery-Tale Character, But Only Partially
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Accepted Ten Characters-

1. Crimson Butterfly as The Nightmarish Sleeping Beauty
2. Watermelons...<3 as The Broken Prince Charming
3. Absolution Fear as The Wondering, Insane Alice
4. Ultima Keyblade as The Murderous Little Red Riding Hood
5. Forever Lost as The Heartless Tin Man
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10.

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Levels of the Prison-

Level One- The hold and the only exit out of Everafter. Mr. Dumpty lives on the floor above, and the security is the strongest on this level.

Level Two- The basic level, where trouble-makers and pick-pockets are locked up for all eternity. Security is the weakest here.

Level Three- A level for some of the more dangerous prisoners, i.e. murderers, serial killers, etc. Security get's very tight around this area.

Level Four- The second to last level for the strongest and most fearsome prisoners. Instead of human guards, sentries are set up to protect the entries and exits.

Level Five- The boiler room.


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I hate to do this, but BUMP. I can't let this die. Nyaaaaah.

Character requirements suck.
 

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Gladleh. Just PM me yer template within the end of the weekend, m'kay? Can't wait forever. ^^'
 

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Opening 'Everafter Level 4 Prisoners' File...Searching 'Sleeping Beauty...Found...Now Opening Template.

Prisoner Security Number: 1032938


Name- Aurora 'Sleeping Beauty'

Age- 17

Weapon- Lead Pipe

Appearance- She is known throughout Grimmoire for her timeless, twisted beauty. A puzzle of grace and madness, her skin is stark white and silky smooth. Her long, dried-out hair has grown from a vibrant blonde to a light brown and reaches down past her shoulders. She dons a dull blue robe, tattered and old, over a simple brown frock. She wears white leggings on her feet that have grown brown with dirt and scum, and crude leggings tied together with crude rope. Her eyes, once a beautiful shade of blue have turned dull and listless with the breaking of her mind and the years spent in the Asylum.

Level of Prison- Level 4

Race- Human

Abilities/Special Skills- Narcolepsi Induced Healing

History- Her tale is known throughout Grimmoire...a tale of deceit, destiny, and madness. The long-awaited princss of a far-off kingdom, when she was born, she was visited by six faeries, each who were to grant her one blessing. One granted beauty. One granted grace. One granted kindness, and the fifth granted a beautiful voice and a talented hand at instruments.

However, the sixth faerie was wicked, and envied Aurora with a burning passion. So she cursed Aurora with a life of sheer terror and nothing but love lost, and finally, when the day came, she would prick her finger upon the needle of a spindle, and die. Seeing this terrible blessing as the end of the kingdom, the sixth faerie twisted the curse of the wicked faery so instead of dying when she pricked her finger, she would simply fall asleep for a hundred years along with the rest of the castle, remaining forever young and beautiful.

While the actual curse wasn't truley put into play until her sixteenth birthday, Aurora's mother lived in fear for the life of her child ever since the day of her birth. So it was around her fourth birthday that Aurora was sent away by the queen to live with three woods women. Unbeknownst to her, these woods women were infact the very faeries that had granted her the blessings at her birth. They raised her to believe she was one of them, and under order of the queen they kept all spindles out of sight.

However, despite their efforts, one must remember that curses as strong as the one placed upon Aurora cannot be avoided. So it came to pass that around her sixteenth birthday, Aurora learned of her fate and of her lineage as princess. How she came upon this knowledge is unknown to us, bu obviously made quite the impact upon her.

Such an impact that her mind was so shattered, that she returned to the cottage and blindly murdered each of her caretakers. In her rage, however, she tripped over one of the dead fairie's skirts, fell back, and pricked her finger upon a spindle in the side of a room. Thus, Aurora came to be Sleeping Beauty.

The hundred-year slumber was interupted in about it's second month, when a brigand broke into the cottage looking for food. Seeing the supposedly dead body of Aurora, he attempted to violate her. Such of thoughts of lust and malice brought upon the wrath of the wolf, and penetrating Aurora interupted her slumber. She was forced to watch as the Wolf gobbled up the necrophiliac, and was later retrieved by the Everafter Black Ops.
 
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Forgive me, I was a bit rushed when I pulled together a conclusion to the plot. Basically, in this RP, five prisoners from Everafterbreak free when the boiler malfunctions, and set out to get their revenge. However, they'll be hindered by their pasts and their connections to the Wolf.
 

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Name-
_Prince Charming

Age-
_17

Weapon-
_Bow and Arrow

Appearance-
_Prince Charming is everything you WOULDN'T imagine him to be. All those years at Everafter have hardened him. He now wears black whenever he can. He's about 5'11", a steely look in his Turquoise eyes. He stands tall where he stands, a sturdy stance to him. He always a pair of black gloves for some reason, and he wears clothes that differ from what everyone else wears. You could relate him to this picture.

Level of Prison-
_Level four.

Race-
_Superhuman.

Abilities/Special Skills-
_Ability to meld his Spirit energy.

History-
_The damsel in distress yearns for Prince Charming. He swoops in, saves the chick from whatever problem she has, and he saves the day. He gets the girl, and the bad guy is left either dead or wishing he had done better. Prince Charming and the Damsel ride into the sunset on horseback, sidesaddle, and later share a passionate kiss. Then, another call for help comes out. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. That's how it's been all Prince's life, and he didn't expect it to change. It's gone out well, actually. It's been great as of yet. That is, until Humpty locked him up in Everafter.

His life changed. He was being falsely accused of serial rape and murder. He knew he didn't do this, but he was being charged of it anyways. He was ready to look for the bastard that framed him. But, first, he had to look for a way to get out of Everafter. And this is where out story of a changed Prince Charming exists.

Oh, wait. I left out an element. He isn't a Prince anymore... So, the others dubbed him a new name, and it was apt for his plans...

Chaos.
 

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[I will make a description, along with a picture. Okay? B/c I cannot roleplay w/o pictures.]


Everafter Maximum Security Asylum : Security File 39652

Name
Alice. Refers to herself as "The Wondering, Insane Alice."

Age
14.

Weapon
A large kitchen knife, and a pack of 52 playing cards- lined with razor sharp steel edges.

Appearance
An insanity case, Alice seems to be intellectual in nature. Instead of spouts of inaudible rage from other patients who are mental, she screams of a different world of frolic and devilish mischief. Wonderland. Alice used to have blonde hair, but it is now pitch black. She wears a blue and white dress, and long lengthy socks (red and black) that reach to her shimmering black shoes. A photograph is attached.

Level of Prison
Level Three.

Race
Human.

Abilities/Special Skills
Alice has a knack for writing; she has composed a book entitled "Wonderland," which engrosses her imaginative and graphic adventures. However, what is strange is the fact that strange, and similar events happen in real life from the book. [To put it easier, she has thought projection; able to animate things in her mind to reality.]

History
For the first eight years of Alice's life, she lived with her two loving parents and a cat named Cheshire in Grimmoire. However, while Alice was playing cards with her mother, a fire abruptly started. Alice was saved by her father, who perished in the flames with her mother. The cat, Cheshire's remains were never found and was assumed to be dead by the fire. It was then that the post-death trauma began to twist Alice's perception of the world.

Alice was shifted to her aunt's house, with two twin cousins. However, life became unstable for her and she murdered them all. This placed her in the Everafter Maximum Security Asylum. As a patient, sometimes she has unbelievable progress; others, it seems Alice will never leave this place. For another six years, Alice has been here.

And for two years, Alice has started to write this book called "Wonderland," creating fictionalized stories with her reality; Tweedledee and Tweedledum are her twin cousins, Cheshire, the "vanishing" cat is her pet, and her mother, who was playing cards with her the day of the fire- is the Queen of Hearts, a recklessly evil tyrant of Wonderland. It is a sad thing; to watch life pass Alice so quickly, and that she can't live a normal life because of the mental trauma she has suffered.

Alice's psychologist,
Doctor Semidian Catarpillar.

Note: Dr. Catarpillar was murdered two days after finishing this report on Alice. The murderer, was Alice.
 

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If you read the rules, you'd know you can't just post your template. You have to PM me it first. And someone is Little Red Riding Hood.
 

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Name- Little Red Riding Hood

Age- 13

Weapon- Axe

Appearance- Like her name, she only wears a red cape that wraps around her short cropped brown hair. With eyes of blue, its hard to tell that this little girl is a torn up spirit inside. Currently, her red coat is stained with blood from her recent victums.

Level of Prison- Level 5

Race- Human

Abilities/Special Skills- Little Red isn't as special as the other prisoners. Though her horrible past has given her a murderer's keen mind and grace. She takes the saying "float like a butterfly and sting like a bee" to a whole new meaning. Not one of her victums as ever escaped her grasp.

History- Not a lot is known about Red's childhood. Her only known life is through her own story. I am sure you heard it many times before, but it won't hurt to tell it once more.

Little Red lived in a happy land with faeries and bunnies and all sorts of magic wonder. It was on this very day she was delivering treats to her grandmother. On the way to her house, a sly looking wolf stopped her and asked where she was going. She politely told the wolf, not knowing the danger will follow her act. The wolf, grinning, then asked what was in the basket. Once again, the foolish girl told the wolf. Without so much as a good bye, the wolf trotted away.

Several minutes later, Red reached the house. She knocked. The door slowly opened. Inside, on her grandmother's bed, jaw covered in blood, was the wolf. The basket o treats fell to the floor as Red looked in horror at the wolf. The wolf saw Red, licked its lips, and rose.

"Yum. Dessert!"

Little Red ran and ran until her legs gave way. It was too much for her. The wolf ate her grandmother! Her loving grandmother! How could it? Now, you would expect that the story continues as follows. The woodsman hears Red's cries, kills the wolf, out comes grandma and they all live happily ever after. Thats where you are wrong. This is when the story comes to a horrible twist..

On the stump that Red fell upon was the axe of the woodsman. Blood covered the handle, which meant the woodsman was dead. The wolf thought ahead and cleared the area of any unexpected suprised. Then, the wolf came into view. It began to taunt Red, saying she was about to join her grandmother. It began to insult her. That is when her mind couldn't take it anymore. She snapped..

Taking the axe from the stump, Red faced her foe with eyes that have lost their innocence. The wolf laughed at this. He pawed at the ground and charged. As their bodies collided, blood spewed from the struggle. The wolf howled its last howl and fell to the ground. Red licked the blood that dripped from her lips. The lust bloomed. The lust for more death.

As you can imagine, this didn't go well for Dumpty. The death of one wolf could mean the death of all wolves in the land. Including the Big Bad Wolf. She had to be stopped before she gained this idea. He sent half an army after he. It took at least ten mean to pin her down and twenty to fall to her axe. Because of her blood lust, she was sent to the highest point of the Everafter. The boiler room.
 

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Prisoner Security Number: 6018666

Name: Tin Man aka "Silverstein"

Age: ??

Weapon:
Battle Axe

Appearance: An image of what he once was, now immortilized in steel and alloy. His tall stature and solid build, accompanied by beady yellow eyes conceal something hidden to the outside world. His feet and hands have dried up blood, from the incident that led him to this place. Photograph of Prisoner #6018666

Level of Prison: 4

Race:
Superhuman

Abilities/Special Skills: Being machine, but 'human' at the same time, Tin is unable to feel pain, giving him remarkable stamina and resistance to most attacks. The blueprints of his body long since burned away, making it hard to disassemble him, his intelligence remains. He is always confined under maximum restraints, sentries always around him. This is most likely of his strength, making him almost valid for level 5. Almost...

~History~​

Poor little Tin Man...

Still swinging his axe

Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

Once upon a time, there was a real man, Jonathan Steeles the scientist. He was madly in love with a woman in the village of Oz. One day, he finally gathered the nerve to confess his feelings to her. And surprisingly, she returned his feelings, and knew that he had found his so called 'happy ending'. The summer they spent together was a summer of love and caring. Blissful, even. Curious about their future, he consulted the Wizard. However, the answer he got was a tad different.

"Your love will end by an axe."​

Confused and slightly disturbed, he returned to his home, and found that fate had taken an utterly grim turn. In his bed, he did not find himself, but another man, with his wife. His eyes wide open, he slowly exited the house, and looked upon an axe stuck in a stump. His hands grasped the handle, and barged in the house, as a devilish look frowned upon the mismatched couple, their screams unable to be heard for miles.

"You and me will be together forever..."​

He said this over and over again, as he looked upon his wife's dismembered limbs hanging on his wall for inspiration, as he slowly dissected himself, the 'bond' they shared keeping him alive long enough to finish his last lab experiment: Himself. When he had finished, he looked upon his new body with sickening pride. The design was nearly perfect, nearly impossible to disassemble forcefully. His brain has been completely assimilated into his head, but forgot one vital piece in his grand design.

A heart.​

Feeling empty in his chest, he picked up a battle axe and came into the village of Oz, as he raised his axe on the villagers. He hacked and hacked, but could not find the proper heart for him. As he dumped the hearts of the villagers into the river, the river turned red, and aroused the attention of Everafter. They sent many, but that only meant more hearts for him to experiment with. It took many to properly contain him. It even involved the Big Bad Wolf's assistance, as he was carried into level 4, where he would be forever held prisoner. It has been 13 years since his capture, and his joints has been well rusted. However, all it would take is a little oil..

<Credits to sb51075 from DeviantArt for teh awesome pic.>
 
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[Let's begin.]

"Jesu! Goddamnit....scrubblemuffinjumpermugggen..."

The guard cursed underneath his breath as he dropped the match to the floor. Bringing his finger to his lips, he began to suck the tip gingerly, nursing to the burn. The guard adjacent too him smirked to himself, which was returned by the other sentry with a death glare. There was a moment of silence as Guard Number 2 of Level 1, Sector 4 attended to his burn, and the adjacent guard, Guard Number 5 traced his gloved finger along the floor.

The silence was broken as Guard Number 2 suceeded in lighting the cigarette, and as he inhaled deeply and spoke to his fellow security officer in a low tone. "Pretty quiet today..." Number 5 let out a chuckle. "Of course it's quiet. We're on Level 1. Nothing interesting ever happens on Level 1." Number 2 nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Imagine what it'd be like to be positioned in that hell mouth downstairs..."

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In all truth, Guard Number 2 was correct in saying that the lower levels were a hell mouth. Almost everyday, there was a murder. Inmates killed inmates. A prisoner would grab a passing guard making his rounds and slit his throat. Or a robot sentry would malfunction and go on an inmate-killing spree. Then there was of course, the daily breakout. One or two inmates that were lucky or strong enough to escape their cell would burst out and try to make it to Level 1...and to freedom.

They never made it two steps before they were shot.

However, not one of the guards was foolish enough to underestimate the prisoners on Level 4. They were the worst, the strongest, the maddest. The ones that had either slaughtered hundreds or were virtual fragments of the Wolf. If one of them were to break free, it would mean the end of all the sentries and guards in the Asylum. And if the hell spawn locked up in Level 5 were to escape...well, that would never happen. Would it?

Even so, Humpfridious T. Dumpty wasn't foolish enough not to consider the possibilites. So, along with the average human guards and robot sentries, he hired some helping hands, i.e., some of the most dangerous mercenaries in all of Grimmoire.

But their identities will be revealed in good time. For now, we return to Level 4, Cell Number 16 to be exact. For there lies the Sleeping Beauty, not truley asleep, but waiting and watching for her chance to escape. She can feel the chance coming. The key to her escape, the key to her freedom.
 

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The boiler room glowed an eeire red as the fire crackled in the giant boiler. Mice scrambled about as they searched for food. Above the main boiler was a beauty of an axe. Its shine from the blade twinkled into the darkness. In the darkness part of the room, chains covered a wall like vines. Attached to those chains was a small girl in red. Her body slumped over like a rag doll. Mice scurried over her feet, not taking notice to her shallowing breathing.

Suddenly, the body of the girl jerked forward, arms flung forward. The mice left in fear. The girl stood up and tried to break free of her chains. She breathed deeply as her attempts failed. She grinded her teeth in anger. The chains held strong. Once again, she tried to break free of her bonds.

A small cracking sound emitted from one of the chains and her arm was free. But this was not enough. The girl eyed the axe. Oh her precious axe. How the fiends pried it from her hands. She tried to fling the loose chain attached to her arm toward the axe. No good. She tried again. Still no good. Her temper grew. In a rage she slammed the chain anywhere that it would reach.

The axe trembled during the rampage and fell to the floor. The girl looked forward, grinning. Using her foot, she brought her axe to her. And using the axe, she was free. The fun was not over yet. When the spawn of hell gets loose, unspeakable horror follows.

The girl turned toward the main boiler. Its shape resembled the girl's captor, causing her to lose it. She held the axe above her head and started to hack away at the boiler. Its fire ceased from existance, causing the room to become darker. Unknowing to the girl, she was not the only in the dark now.
 

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[Is it okay to have two characters? I have something in mind.]

"Please! I implore you, it was the Mad Hatter!" the frequent cries came from the dark chambers of Level 3, where the frail fourteen-year old was about to get shot with tranquilizer. "He killed the Catarpillar, he did!" Alice insisted, in her seemingly innocent British accent, before a medical employee tore through her silk skin with a thin metal needle belonging to a syringe of the bubbly concoction. "Ah! Ohh..." she moaned, being dropped onto her bed. The petite patient eyed all of the employees that pinned her down with hatred. "The Queen of Hearts.. she will come. Off.. off with your heads.."

The girl turned to the corner of the room, where a book with leather covers lay. The top cover had a masterpiece of dried blood, a crude drawing of playing cards and clockpieces. Atop the drawing was a name that Alice would frequently say- 'Wonderland'. In it were countless pages of her book, adventures of how she "moved Tweedledee and Tweddledum out of Wonderland", how the "Queen of Hearts beat her at croquet." Her teenage hands reached for the book, her eyes glued. "Please.. I need.. I need to write it in my book." An employee, disgusted, grabbed the book and threw it with petty aim towards Alice.

Gleefully, Alice embraced the book and began to write another adventure in Wonderland. "She isn't getting any better. She must be moved deeper, before other Level 3 inmates are murdered.." One of the employees murmured as they left her alone. Obnoxious clicks to lock Alice's door echoed through the chambers, but Alice was in a different world. "Very well.. we'll move her in the morning." As they left, Alice began to drop her red "ink" into a small bottle. "What should I do today? Cheshire Cat.. where are you?" she asked, never getting an answer.
 

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"Somethings buuuuurniiiiiing...." A malicious grin spread across the ruby red lips of the curled up figure in Cell Block 11 of Level 4, Section 7. Her dull brown hair scattered about upon the floor she lay on, her nostrils flared wide as she sniffed the air, baring pearl white teeth. It was strange how she could maintain such an appearance for so long, especially in an environment such as Everafter Maximum Security Asylum for the Fantastically Traumatized. But that was none of the guards concern. They simply glared and went back to their buisness.

But the Sleeping Beauty was persistant. Her blue eyes wide with twisted glee, she curled the hem of her crude robe in one finger and continued to whisper madly to herself. To the guards, it sounded like a psychopath's banter. If only they had listened carefully, they could've been able to prevent their own deaths. "It's the girl in red...she's made the fire stop. She's summoned the darkness." Her grin grew even wider, and she began to giggle viciously. "You al deserve to be gobbled up by the Wolf."

Her eyes, those manic eyes, once beautiful and happy now dull and listless with a pool of madness hidden deep within brought out only by the most macabre of things, slowly turned to the corner of her cell. There, separated from the piping above her head that supplied her with a shower, was a single lead pipe, long and thick. She could already see herself, fingers gripping it tightly, wacking away at the skulls of the fools who were idiotic enough to lock up an abomination such as her.

"The little girl in red...the sleeping beauty...the man without a heart...the girl who slept upon a pea...the not-so-handsome prince...and the girl being lead by the white rabbit..they're going to kill you all. Na-naaa-na-naaaa-naaaaaaaa...."

Her eerie voice echoed through the chamber, only to be silenced with a tranquilizer to the neck. The guard to the left sneered, bringing the smoking cigarette back to his lips. "You know, sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to work the Easy Shift up on Level One..."
 
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Name- The Fidgety Princess .aka. Margret (from the story The Princess and the Pea)

Age- 19

Weapon- Slingshot (fair aim and can slingshot almost anything)

Appearance- Margret once was a pretty decent sight to see. She had the pretty blonde hair, the curved body, and the face that could make any boy or man want to turn their head to get another look.
Now after being locked up you would believe to have changed, but for the most part the only things that have changed would be her hair coming in black and her getting more of a figure.

Level of Prison- Level Two (they believe her to be almost harmless)

Race- Human

Abilities/Special Skills- Read Minds

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There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.
One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.
In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.
It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.
'Well we shall soon see if that is true,' thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.
'Oh terribly bad!' said the princess. 'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!'
They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin. So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess.
As life went on they had kids and everythign seemed to be prefect, or so she thought. The princess comes home one night to find her prince in bed with another woman and in rage fights them both. Guards take her away before she has time to kill anyone, but they believed she couldn't have done it anyway.
She was then taken away by the wolf for having the thought of murder. After living in the second live for a few years she has become fidgety and paranoid. The princess jumps at the smallest noise, but with her fright she doesn't back off and hide, she fights back with a blind frenzy in her eyes.


Margret sat next to the door to her cellar chamber of a hell hole. It was better than what she had read form the minds of her guards than other places in this doom in the ground. If only she could get out, if only she could find away to escape.

"What was that?!" she screamed as a small hand opened her food hole. She grabbed it, sending the soup flying, and with blind fear bit deep into the wrist letting the warmth of the blood sink into her mouth, a taste she feel in love with right there. As the man on the other end screamed in pain and for help she sucked the blood from the wound. Soon there was no more movement in the arm and there was no more screaming coming through the door, the guard was dead.

"Dear God!" a guard screamed coming apon the scene, and Margret let go and went flying against the back wall cracking the brick with the force, but not bothering her.

Her secure room of darkness was swarming with lights and men. Margret pulled the a hiding peice of sharpened wood from under her bed and stabbed on of the men right in the heart, making him crumple. She then tripped another and chopped him in the troat. In all of this she was blinded in fear. Using her power she could already see what the men were going to do and she was ready, but there was too many of them. With an injection and some restraints she was out cold.

Margret awoke in an even darker and wetter cellar, this time there was no light at all. The slight in the door was even smaller than the old room. She closed her eyes and focused on the minds of everyone around her, there was murders, physchos, and much more guards and they all seemed to yell out to her level 3. They moved her down even further because she became a murder, and now a get fear to all the guards, they all moved by her on tip toes now.
 
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