Post by White Rabbit on Dec 27, 2009 10:34:55 GMT -5
;; i am a question to the world
Mister WhiteRabbit
hi there, my name is TODD. i happen to be a rather healthy 17, although for about 6 of those years, i’ve had an obsession for these crazy things. i’m shacked up in the eastern timezone.
;; not an answer to be heard
&your name, good sir, is?: The White Rabbit
&what do they call you?: Whitey, White, WR.
&how long have you been hopping (mad)?: 19, April 13th
&you’re of what sex?: Male
&you prefer?: Bisexual
&you’re from where again?: Wonderlandian
&whose face is that your wearing?: Alex Pettyfer
;; or a moment that’s held in your arms
&how tall are you?: 5’ 5”.
&about how much do you weigh?: 135 lbs.
&have any of those tattoo things?: Just one – a heart, tattooed on his abdomen, to represent his loyalty to the Red Queen.
&what about features that set you apart? White’s human form is, in startling contrast to his pudgy bunny form, quite narrow and thin. This is largely because of his frantic disposition, which causes him to stress quite a lot, and his human form simply loses weight when he’s stressed out. Despite that, though, all his jobs for the Queen have given him a sort of stringy muscled appearance. He also keeps permanent dark circles beneath his eyes which are, of course, from lack of sleep.
&how about those darn flaws?: It’s to no surprise that, as the Red Queen’s servant and personal whipping boy, White has his share of scars. He seems to have no shame in them, although any comments that are made on them has him giving a startled expression, almost a “Oh, how did those get there!” kind of look.
&you have such style, Mr. Rabbit!: The typical color palette he wears would be monochrome colors like white, gray, and black, although he’s been known to wear some red upon occasion. His getup is usually pretty fancy and messages he delivers usually have him donning his black tophat (complete with a little white bow). He also carries a pocket watch that he can constantly be seen consulting, the chain hanging from his pants. It’s a big, gaudy old thing that belonged to the Queen’s previous message runner, sort of a traditional thing.
;; what dothink you’d ever say?
&what do you like?
{+} Watches. Although he has his one particular one, they’ve always been a hobby of his.
{+} Children.
{+} Clouds.
{+} Anything sweet, although marshmallows in particular.
{+} Meadows.
{+} Getting a job done on time.
{+} Daisies.
{+} Not being bothered when busy.
{+} The Red Queen.
{+} Mary Anne.
{+} Gloves.
&what do you hate?
{-} Being late.
{-} Not getting a job done right.
{-} Roses. He’s allergic to them.
{-} Hot tea.
{-} Hatter’s Tea Party. It makes him nervous.
{-} When Mary Anne is petulant.
{-} Disorganization.
{-} Bitter-tasting things. Like mushrooms.
{-} Feeling trapped.
{-} Extra tasks.
{-} Birds.
&how are you strong?
{+} Organized.
{+} Logical (in a mad way, at least).
{+} Loyal.
{+} Quick-thinking.
{+} Polite.
&how are you weak?
{-} Rushed.
{-} Stressed.
{-} Slight in form, therefore not physically imposing.
{-} Loyal (in this case, it’s a double-edged sword).
{-} Can be quick-tempered.
&what do you fear?
{-} Claustrophobia – fear of closed spaces.
{-} Ornithophobia – fear of birds.
&what are you like?
--He’s quite the little busybody, the White Rabbit. Because of his particular job, he has many different errands to run and messages to deliver. It’s no surprise that he chose Mary Anne to be his assistant. It truly bothers him when the girl seems to be in a bad mood – he cares for her, although she doesn’t seem to realize it. His frantic attitudes mean that he can have quite a short temper when it comes to doing his job, and he can be very short with her if there’s something he wants her to do. However, majority of the time, he’s perfectly polite, to not only her, but the rest of Wonderland. He’s mad, of course, everyone is mad here, but his brand of madness isn’t really eccentric – it’s controlled. WR has become exceedingly organized (he’d be considered Obsessive Compulsive in our world) and has his own sort of estranged logic that he follows.
--It’s been stated that his loyalty is one of his biggest faults, and that’s absolutely true. His job is to serve the Red Queen and, even though she’s been debunked by Joker, he is still unfailingly obedient to her. She can be cruel and tyrannous, but more often than not, he obeys with a meek and humble attitude. She’s the only one he never gets angry with. White has fears of being confined, mostly thanks to his constant rushrush attitude, as well as a fear of birds (that really doesn’t have any reasoning, it just IS). He loves sweets of absolutely any kind, although chocolate isn’t really his favorite, as his preference lies with things that are more sugary, like marshmallows and licorice.
;; i won’tlistenanyway
&where did you say you were from?: Near the Flower Patch, Wonderland
&who was your pop?: Michael Rabbit - server of the Queen, now deceased.
&who was your mam?: Danielle Rabbit - commoner who lives near the Flower Patch – he visits her when he has time (which, admittedly, isn’t often).
&do you have any brothers or sisters?: Not that he’s aware of.
&how about pets?: No, thanks.
&tell me about your past:
--White was born to parents who didn’t quite fit into the Red Queen’s scheme of things, although she was unaware of the circumstances until later in his life. Michael Rabbit had a job that wasn’t very different from White’s own – and one day, when out and about, he met Danielle. The two fell in love. They managed to keep their affair a secret for quite some time; it wasn’t until after White had been born and was around three (in human years, of course) that they would be discovered. The day that Michael became aware, he left his pocketwatch at Danielle’s house and was never heard from again. There was no question – he’d been executed. Within the next few months, the shy mother tried to keep her child hid from view, but no luck. The Queen discovered young White and ceased him to be raised at the Palace. Still quite young, the boy (rabbit) hadn’t ever seen much of his father in the first place, and didn’t understand why his mother was so upset.
--He would be groomed to become the next Messenger for the Queen. Danielle gave him his father’s pocketwatch (although he was unaware of the signifigance, just that it belonged to the previous Messenger) and told her boy (rabbit) to come visit her whenever possible. She was no fool, and rather wanted to keep her head. White was very enthusiastic about his new job (and still blissfully unaware of the stress it involved), eagerly learning everything he possibly could to serve the Queen to the best of his abilities. She had chosen him and that made him special. It would be during this time that her sweet-talking and pampering would earn her his loyalty. It was around 12 (still human years) that he’d take his first job. It was simple, routine… and he completely messed it up. He was late getting there (he got lost), as well as late returning. His arrival was a nightmare. The Queen was furious with him and lashed out both physically and verbally. This has given him a terrible nervous mindset when it comes to any more of his assignments.
--When he was around 15, he was passing through on a return from a delivery of a summons when he spotted a house in flames. Curious (and running early, thank goodness), he stopped to see what it was about and rescued young Mary Anne in the process. Since the girl was clearly homeless (and family-less), he decided her to offer her the best thing he could offer – a job helping him. In his own eyes, it was the most excellent thing he could ever do for the young, lonely girl. He has no idea that she’s come to loathe him for it and tends to ignore the whispers that she’s become a spy for Joker. Rumors have never been his favorite thing, particularly since he would trust the girl with his life.
;; you don’t knowme
and i’ll never be what you are.
[/b]Mister WhiteRabbit
hi there, my name is TODD. i happen to be a rather healthy 17, although for about 6 of those years, i’ve had an obsession for these crazy things. i’m shacked up in the eastern timezone.
;; not an answer to be heard
&your name, good sir, is?: The White Rabbit
&what do they call you?: Whitey, White, WR.
&how long have you been hopping (mad)?: 19, April 13th
&you’re of what sex?: Male
&you prefer?: Bisexual
&you’re from where again?: Wonderlandian
&whose face is that your wearing?: Alex Pettyfer
;; or a moment that’s held in your arms
&how tall are you?: 5’ 5”.
&about how much do you weigh?: 135 lbs.
&have any of those tattoo things?: Just one – a heart, tattooed on his abdomen, to represent his loyalty to the Red Queen.
&what about features that set you apart? White’s human form is, in startling contrast to his pudgy bunny form, quite narrow and thin. This is largely because of his frantic disposition, which causes him to stress quite a lot, and his human form simply loses weight when he’s stressed out. Despite that, though, all his jobs for the Queen have given him a sort of stringy muscled appearance. He also keeps permanent dark circles beneath his eyes which are, of course, from lack of sleep.
&how about those darn flaws?: It’s to no surprise that, as the Red Queen’s servant and personal whipping boy, White has his share of scars. He seems to have no shame in them, although any comments that are made on them has him giving a startled expression, almost a “Oh, how did those get there!” kind of look.
&you have such style, Mr. Rabbit!: The typical color palette he wears would be monochrome colors like white, gray, and black, although he’s been known to wear some red upon occasion. His getup is usually pretty fancy and messages he delivers usually have him donning his black tophat (complete with a little white bow). He also carries a pocket watch that he can constantly be seen consulting, the chain hanging from his pants. It’s a big, gaudy old thing that belonged to the Queen’s previous message runner, sort of a traditional thing.
;; what dothink you’d ever say?
&what do you like?
{+} Watches. Although he has his one particular one, they’ve always been a hobby of his.
{+} Children.
{+} Clouds.
{+} Anything sweet, although marshmallows in particular.
{+} Meadows.
{+} Getting a job done on time.
{+} Daisies.
{+} Not being bothered when busy.
{+} The Red Queen.
{+} Mary Anne.
{+} Gloves.
&what do you hate?
{-} Being late.
{-} Not getting a job done right.
{-} Roses. He’s allergic to them.
{-} Hot tea.
{-} Hatter’s Tea Party. It makes him nervous.
{-} When Mary Anne is petulant.
{-} Disorganization.
{-} Bitter-tasting things. Like mushrooms.
{-} Feeling trapped.
{-} Extra tasks.
{-} Birds.
&how are you strong?
{+} Organized.
{+} Logical (in a mad way, at least).
{+} Loyal.
{+} Quick-thinking.
{+} Polite.
&how are you weak?
{-} Rushed.
{-} Stressed.
{-} Slight in form, therefore not physically imposing.
{-} Loyal (in this case, it’s a double-edged sword).
{-} Can be quick-tempered.
&what do you fear?
{-} Claustrophobia – fear of closed spaces.
{-} Ornithophobia – fear of birds.
&what are you like?
--He’s quite the little busybody, the White Rabbit. Because of his particular job, he has many different errands to run and messages to deliver. It’s no surprise that he chose Mary Anne to be his assistant. It truly bothers him when the girl seems to be in a bad mood – he cares for her, although she doesn’t seem to realize it. His frantic attitudes mean that he can have quite a short temper when it comes to doing his job, and he can be very short with her if there’s something he wants her to do. However, majority of the time, he’s perfectly polite, to not only her, but the rest of Wonderland. He’s mad, of course, everyone is mad here, but his brand of madness isn’t really eccentric – it’s controlled. WR has become exceedingly organized (he’d be considered Obsessive Compulsive in our world) and has his own sort of estranged logic that he follows.
--It’s been stated that his loyalty is one of his biggest faults, and that’s absolutely true. His job is to serve the Red Queen and, even though she’s been debunked by Joker, he is still unfailingly obedient to her. She can be cruel and tyrannous, but more often than not, he obeys with a meek and humble attitude. She’s the only one he never gets angry with. White has fears of being confined, mostly thanks to his constant rushrush attitude, as well as a fear of birds (that really doesn’t have any reasoning, it just IS). He loves sweets of absolutely any kind, although chocolate isn’t really his favorite, as his preference lies with things that are more sugary, like marshmallows and licorice.
;; i won’tlistenanyway
&where did you say you were from?: Near the Flower Patch, Wonderland
&who was your pop?: Michael Rabbit - server of the Queen, now deceased.
&who was your mam?: Danielle Rabbit - commoner who lives near the Flower Patch – he visits her when he has time (which, admittedly, isn’t often).
&do you have any brothers or sisters?: Not that he’s aware of.
&how about pets?: No, thanks.
&tell me about your past:
--White was born to parents who didn’t quite fit into the Red Queen’s scheme of things, although she was unaware of the circumstances until later in his life. Michael Rabbit had a job that wasn’t very different from White’s own – and one day, when out and about, he met Danielle. The two fell in love. They managed to keep their affair a secret for quite some time; it wasn’t until after White had been born and was around three (in human years, of course) that they would be discovered. The day that Michael became aware, he left his pocketwatch at Danielle’s house and was never heard from again. There was no question – he’d been executed. Within the next few months, the shy mother tried to keep her child hid from view, but no luck. The Queen discovered young White and ceased him to be raised at the Palace. Still quite young, the boy (rabbit) hadn’t ever seen much of his father in the first place, and didn’t understand why his mother was so upset.
--He would be groomed to become the next Messenger for the Queen. Danielle gave him his father’s pocketwatch (although he was unaware of the signifigance, just that it belonged to the previous Messenger) and told her boy (rabbit) to come visit her whenever possible. She was no fool, and rather wanted to keep her head. White was very enthusiastic about his new job (and still blissfully unaware of the stress it involved), eagerly learning everything he possibly could to serve the Queen to the best of his abilities. She had chosen him and that made him special. It would be during this time that her sweet-talking and pampering would earn her his loyalty. It was around 12 (still human years) that he’d take his first job. It was simple, routine… and he completely messed it up. He was late getting there (he got lost), as well as late returning. His arrival was a nightmare. The Queen was furious with him and lashed out both physically and verbally. This has given him a terrible nervous mindset when it comes to any more of his assignments.
--When he was around 15, he was passing through on a return from a delivery of a summons when he spotted a house in flames. Curious (and running early, thank goodness), he stopped to see what it was about and rescued young Mary Anne in the process. Since the girl was clearly homeless (and family-less), he decided her to offer her the best thing he could offer – a job helping him. In his own eyes, it was the most excellent thing he could ever do for the young, lonely girl. He has no idea that she’s come to loathe him for it and tends to ignore the whispers that she’s become a spy for Joker. Rumors have never been his favorite thing, particularly since he would trust the girl with his life.
;; you don’t knowme
and i’ll never be what you are.
&an example of your wares?
((Batman, ftw. Same pairing that’s in Mary’s. ;D))
He'd been dreading Alice's birthday. Which probably wasn't a good thing to do, since it was supposed to be a happy time for her and all. Twenty-one was a good age; it made you feel more official (although Jon had never really experienced any sort of feeling like that, since things like consuming alchohol had never really been on the top of his list). And a small part of him felt guilty.
However, it was only a small part. A small little part that hit only when he looked Alice in the eyes (which was never an excellent idea in the first place) - every other moment he was regretting his decision to allow this little tea party. He didn't like the idea of another person knowing where the notorious Jonathan Crane took residence, although he doubted that Jervis would tell anything.
No, Hatter wouldn't spill anything out. He just wasn't the type. And if Jonathan really wanted to admit it, he knew exactly why he didn't like the idea. She'd come back that day wringing that hat in her hands, a smile on her face - nevermind that he'd been stricken at her missing presence for hours - announcing that she'd met Jervis Tech and that he'd treated her to a tea party. And again, an emotion that he'd never quite felt before had hit, rearing its head like an angry snake. Jealousy. She'd kept the hat, of course, rambling about the whole thing in that cheery little way she had - the cheer that had drawn him in originally. But the thought that she sat to eat with someone else, shared /his/ smile with someone else... He frowned at the thought.
He wasn't angry at her. That wouldn't be fair. It hadn't been intentional of her, and if he'd brought it up, she would've simply been stricken to discover that she'd upset him. Jonathan had simply let it rest, not said anything about the hat sitting atop the dresser. But then Alice had asked about birthday plans. Asked if she could invite Jervis to the apartment for another tea party. The very idea had been terrible. It had been bad enough to imagine it, but to think that he might have to sit there and see her attention occupied by someone else, let alone another man, let alone the Wonderland-obsessed Hatter... But then she'd given him that face. She was completely right, of course. He was putty in her capable hands. And he'd given way at last.
The packages had come today in the mail. There'd been two, one long and flat, the other smaller and box-shaped. And, curiously, the latter had been for him. He'd given Alice her gift (there was no doubt who it was from) and taken the smaller parcel into his study. Hence why he was still there now, the box open and cast to the side, the rabbit ears still firm inside it.
Who exactly did Hatter think he was? The March Hare?
Jon grimaced faintly - the expression faded, however, at the sight of Alice in the doorway. He paused a moment, simply staring - she looked beautiful in the powder-blue, her jagged locks curling over the collar and her head tilted so daintly to the side. ... So Jervis had gotten her a dress, then. The good doctor cleared his throat lightly and gave a dismissive blink of his eyes. "It's nice." He stated, not wanting to admit that he rather liked it on her. At her question, however, he couldn't stop another grimace from flashing momentarily across his face. "Rabbit ears. I suppose I'm to be the March Hare now."
He'd been dreading Alice's birthday. Which probably wasn't a good thing to do, since it was supposed to be a happy time for her and all. Twenty-one was a good age; it made you feel more official (although Jon had never really experienced any sort of feeling like that, since things like consuming alchohol had never really been on the top of his list). And a small part of him felt guilty.
However, it was only a small part. A small little part that hit only when he looked Alice in the eyes (which was never an excellent idea in the first place) - every other moment he was regretting his decision to allow this little tea party. He didn't like the idea of another person knowing where the notorious Jonathan Crane took residence, although he doubted that Jervis would tell anything.
No, Hatter wouldn't spill anything out. He just wasn't the type. And if Jonathan really wanted to admit it, he knew exactly why he didn't like the idea. She'd come back that day wringing that hat in her hands, a smile on her face - nevermind that he'd been stricken at her missing presence for hours - announcing that she'd met Jervis Tech and that he'd treated her to a tea party. And again, an emotion that he'd never quite felt before had hit, rearing its head like an angry snake. Jealousy. She'd kept the hat, of course, rambling about the whole thing in that cheery little way she had - the cheer that had drawn him in originally. But the thought that she sat to eat with someone else, shared /his/ smile with someone else... He frowned at the thought.
He wasn't angry at her. That wouldn't be fair. It hadn't been intentional of her, and if he'd brought it up, she would've simply been stricken to discover that she'd upset him. Jonathan had simply let it rest, not said anything about the hat sitting atop the dresser. But then Alice had asked about birthday plans. Asked if she could invite Jervis to the apartment for another tea party. The very idea had been terrible. It had been bad enough to imagine it, but to think that he might have to sit there and see her attention occupied by someone else, let alone another man, let alone the Wonderland-obsessed Hatter... But then she'd given him that face. She was completely right, of course. He was putty in her capable hands. And he'd given way at last.
The packages had come today in the mail. There'd been two, one long and flat, the other smaller and box-shaped. And, curiously, the latter had been for him. He'd given Alice her gift (there was no doubt who it was from) and taken the smaller parcel into his study. Hence why he was still there now, the box open and cast to the side, the rabbit ears still firm inside it.
Who exactly did Hatter think he was? The March Hare?
Jon grimaced faintly - the expression faded, however, at the sight of Alice in the doorway. He paused a moment, simply staring - she looked beautiful in the powder-blue, her jagged locks curling over the collar and her head tilted so daintly to the side. ... So Jervis had gotten her a dress, then. The good doctor cleared his throat lightly and gave a dismissive blink of his eyes. "It's nice." He stated, not wanting to admit that he rather liked it on her. At her question, however, he couldn't stop another grimace from flashing momentarily across his face. "Rabbit ears. I suppose I'm to be the March Hare now."
