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    Wonderland wasn't always this way. There was a time when it mirrored medieval England, albeit with a few magical elements: a few quirks and eccentricities that made it truly unique. While all feared the Queen's mercurial temper and the fine blade of her Guillotine, all was well, until a little girl named Alice Liddell disturbed the status quo and sparked a revolution. The kingdom began to fall into decay as the taint of the modern world invaded. History is beginning to repeat itself and no one is happy. As the Queen of Hearts tangles in a battle of wits and riddles with the Cheshire Cat, the rest are starting to wonder ... is it true that the White Rabbit is bringing humans to Wonderland when they themselves are banned from going to London?

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ALIAS: EVE
AGE: 31
KNOWN FOR: RED ROSE
QUOTE/LYRICS: I will not fall, won't let it go
We will be free when it ends

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away... oh
What have you done now?!
Why, why does fate make us suffer?
There's a curse between us, between me and you
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Aug 23 2015, 06:06 AM
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Now that we've got ourselves a little collection of flowers on site, it felt only natural to set up a group plotter for all the sisters! Because we need a little more flower power up in here <3 So essentially, this is a place to discuss flower-related ideas and plots and to keep everyone updated on whats going on with their flower and what their sisters would know due to their closeness- and what they WON'T know, so nobody gets confused and assumes anything <3<p>

For example, none of her sisters know of Antoinette's involvement with the Jabberwockys 'death' years ago, but they will more than likely have heard of her being attacked by the Jabberwocky in the Palace gardens recently. They may well be wondering why she didn't send for them, and they're more than welcome to visit her in her palace quarters as she recovers to ask why.

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Optimism had always been her defining trait- a radiant light of positivity that outshone any darkness that threatened to taint the flowerbed. It had been she that kept the moral of the flowers up, it had been she that comforted her poor sisters when the cruelties of London had tainted their happiness. She had always been there, the fixer, the comforter, the protector... and now their protector lay in tatters, a bloodied mess of cuts and bruises. Never had she felt this vulnerable, this fragile- and who was there to protect her? She couldn't possibly call for one of her sisters, couldn't put them in danger by letting them know what had happened. Her main priority was keeping them from the wolfs door, to keep Warrick from touching them.<p>

After Tempest had got her back to the Palace- she had requested only the presence of a healer. She didn't want to keep the Bandersnatch too long, knowing the woman surely had more important matters to attend to than a damaged Rose. Nor did she ask for an audience with the Queen; Jacqueline was a busy woman, she certainly had more important matters at hand- with a missing nephew and the matter of the Cheshire to deal with... along with her usual Queenly duties, the last thing Antoinette wished to do was add something so insignificant to the list.<p>

No, she'd merely allow the healers to do their task, remain in bed until the worst had passed- and then set about trying to control the damage, to keep Warrick from enacting his rage on her siblings once he learned of her survival. Though quite what she could do... she did not know.<p>

So, having summoned noone to her bedside to offer comfort- Antoinette was beyond surprised when the door to her chambers opened. Wrapping her gown tight about her frame, she sat up in bed, her once beautiful face obscured with bruising, a nasty gash visible just above the neckline of her gown, and eyes heavily shadowed from lack of sleep.<p>

She was quite the sight to behold, but not for the usual reasons.

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'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
For what has been done
Cannot be undone
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul

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Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

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The earth felt warm beneath her, comfortable and inviting and she knew the twisted truth behind it: the warmth came from the pool of her own blood that she lay in, barely able to keep her head off the ground as she looked out at the horizon, hoping to see a figure amongst the less sentient blooms. Nothing. Her attacker was long gone, content to leave her to the elements and let nature decide her fate, it seemed. Truly ironic, to break a flower and leave it on the earth to wilt and die. Fitting, she supposed, for she had left him in the earth to die…<P>
Yet die he had not, and his vengeance had been served.<p>
Her dress was torn to ruins about her shivering form, red rags stained darker by the blood as they fanned out about her, revealing the undergarments that had once been white, the petticoats ripped and ragged, and the corset that had no doubt protected her chest from being torn apart, judging by the deep gouges in the bone lined material. Her hair, once so immaculately put together for the Queen's approval, was limp and drenched in blood- framing a bruised and bloodied face. She was no longer the beautiful creature that had graced the garden with her presence but a broken thing, a tattered creature that could only lie in its own deathly pool and wait<p>
Death comes to us all… she thought, letting her head rest down upon the blood-soaked earth. I should have been more vigilant. It was foolish to think the Jabberwocky would be so easily destroyed…<p>
The only thing keeping her from giving in, from trying to ease her suffering and bring about a quicker death was her sisters, her brother. The protective drive, the almost motherly instinct she possessed where the other flowers were concerned was the one thing that kept her alive, kept her heart beating, albeit it at a slower, wearied pace. Would Warrick go after them? Would he hunt them down to extend her punishment beyond the grave? Would she come face to face with them in the afterlife and see their own torn clothes, torn bodies?<p>
A low growl echoed in her chest, a stubborn refusal to allow that to happen. She had to protect them, no matter what the cost to herself. That was why she’d had thorns… not to keep herself safe but to arm herself against those who might harm her siblings. Forcing herself, and feeling every muscle in her body scream in agony at the movement- she pushed herself up, finding her legs difficult to move but managing to lift her upper body and her head… just in time to see, at last: that figure on the horizon.<p>
“You…”<p>


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suggested face claim: sam claflin<p>

before i begin, i warn you; this is only going to hurt.<p>

i'm being a bit of a risk taker here and requesting a character that is already courting one of mine. i haven't mentioned him in a thread yet, but for the sake of plot progression, it'd be good if they were already semi-dating. he's from london, and a bit more forward- but she's extremely old fashioned, so i imagine he's pulling out all the chivalry and gentlemen-esque stops and doing what he can to woo her. essentially, they are sickeningly sweet and adorable and every inch the perfect couple.<p>

unfortunately, warrick is a dick.<p>

the basic storyline for these two is as follows;<p>

- they're very much in love<br>
- oh no! jabberwocky comes back<br>
- jabberwocky is an a* tit<br>
- jabberwocky decides antoinette is his tyvm<br>
- world of hurt<p>

how this plays out is essentially after warrick becomes possessive of antoinette (against her wishes, considering she finds him utterly repulsive personality wise) he gives her an ultimatum. kill the card herself, or he will. she claims she'll do it, but in secret makes an arrangement with fintan to spirit him away to london again to keep him safe. to cover their tracks though, she does indeed have to cut him, so she has enough of his blood to ensure warrick is convinced.<p>

essentially the whole "if you love them let them go" plot, except involving a lot more blood and violence and soul crushing. especially as, as time goes on- warrick will potentially corrupt antoinette, meaning if she and her card ever reunite... she may not be the same delicate flower he fell in love with.<p>

come and join us on this crazy ride and take him right away!


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Feb 19 2015, 02:10 PM
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<b>ONGOING</b><p>

crushed petals in the dirt<BR>
with tempest mirakel<BR><BR>

for what has been done<BR>
with quaseem achari<BR><BR>

comfort and solace<BR>
with jacqueline monroe<BR><BR>

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<b>COMPLETED</b><p>

what's inside my head<BR>
with warrick d'aubigne<BR><BR>

a nice little walk<BR>
with terrence chelony<BR><BR>

just a boy with a dream<BR>
with pierre bouchard<BR><BR>

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