Small Writing Challenge...
Does anyone want to write up a little 1st person POV for Alice during the last dance, dip, subsequent pirate-y intervention, etc? You know, her mindset, thoughts and feelings on the whole thing as it happened. I thought it might make for a fun little writing challenge for y'all and besides, I'm curious to see just how accurate your renditions are. You could even include Ear's POV as he watches this unfold from the sidelines, if you wanted. XD Pity we had to cut a couple scenes for time, though...it would have given you folks a bit more to use as a writing springboard. Oh well. 

Post your drabble as a comment below.  ^_____^  

Edit: You can use Reg's POV instead or as well as Alice's. (Or do both in separate comments.) Make it as elaborate as you want or as simple as you want.

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(Anonymous) 2007-09-14 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Oh, goodness! Did that intolerable, crude, good-for-nothing, INSANE hatter just try to KISS me?! Thank goodness for that druken pirate or else who KNOWS what could have.... ...what would have happened? I suppose it wasn't too awful, he actually looked quite adorable when he looked at me..I suppose that hatter isn't as horrible and juvenile as I think...he's been rather sweet tonight.. What on earth am I saying?! I must be losing my mind! Perhaps it's from spending far too much time with him. Perhaps his madness has finally taken it's toll on me. That's what I get for being too, well, curious! I think it would be smart to put this all behind me and just go home and forget the night entirely. Yes. Perfectly reasonable! And cut off all ties with him. Perfectly intelligble! Stay as faaaar from his as possible, maybe stay at Belle's until he finds another tart to busy himself with. Yes, that's exactly what I will do! Right. ...though he did look rather dashing tonight, I must say... :) (Reply to this)

jai_kun 2007-09-15 12:09 am UTC (link)

Of course it would be the wrong idea, Alice chided herself, convincing herself in the blink of an eye that her pounding heart was set racing with outrage, and therefore ignoring the rebellious thought that had caused it in the first place. How could it be anything BUT the wrong idea?! He's a hopeless twit! He's... He's... A mistimed step, or perhaps the fact that she was, indeed, tired, caused her to push forward, her head pressing against Reginald's chest. He's warm... She did not know how long she let herself rest against his chest, only that it felt rather nice and she felt rather safe as well as warm. Then her world tilted horribly, and he was somehow standing above her, and she was rising closer and closer to him, and her world shifted again, because she knew exactly what he intended, and there was nothing stopping him, least of all herself, because she wanted th-- *BUMP* She vaguely heard the slurred baritone apologize, nor his date's giggling, through the rushing of blood in her ears, the pounding of heart in her chest. She was thankful for whoever it was, even as Reginald turned to confront him, and she dashed away as quickly as dignity would allow. She had just been prevented from doing something dreadful, horribly inappropriate, and if the tingling in her extremities would just STOP-- Someone grabbed her arm, and she let out a tiny squeak, whihc was drowned out by Reginald. His voice, his touch, his everything, really, caused the tingling to get stronger. She had to get home, where it was safe. "I'mverytiredandreallymustgohomenow," she blurt out, not looking into is eyes. "Oh," he said, as if struck by the most profound of discoveries. "ok," he said again, the change in voice almost heart breaking. But she would be safe, and she would not be taken in by this tree climbing tea loving twit, and she would be... ...dreadfully lonely tonight. (Reply to this)(Thread)

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(Anonymous) 2007-09-15 12:16 am UTC (link)

He's so warm... That was all I thought when I leaned on his chest... I could even hear his strong heartbeat when I leaned on him... But it was a mistake to do it... I feel so foolish doing it! Why oh why did lean on him?! If I hadn't, he wouldn't have dipped me! He wouldn't have stared into my eyes! He wouldn't have tried to... kiss me... But thankfully he only tried... Captain Sparrow saved me when he bumped into us... I left the party as soon as possible... I walked away quickly and my only excuse for Mr. Theophilus was that I was tired... It was the best that I could come up with though... I continue to walk back to my safe haven... my house... But as much as I try to forget the moment... I can still feel his warm breath on my face... His steady but gentle grip on me... My heart's beating getting quicker... Oh! Stop it! Stop beating so fast! Oh, why did I lean on him? ------ Best that I could do right now! Hope you guys like it! ^_^ (Reply to this)

I'll give it a go... heysuesita 2007-09-15 12:20 am UTC (link)

It might not have been a good idea, but he was there and I doubt if he really would mind... Besides, I told him that I was tired, he just had to insist on this dance. His hands were strong, and I was sure that had I drifted a little too far he would have caught me with do problem. I hadn't expected his next move though, bold really. My eyes had popped open in surprise as the support at my back seemed to loosen to a dangerous extent. For a split second I thought that I had perhaps fallen asleep and this was his... unique was of waking me again, but as the closeness of his face to my own became all the more clear I was slightly less embarrassed by the idea. But what a thing to replace it, wouldn't you say? He was moving closer to me, inch by inch, and with each of these small movements I was becoming convinced that this might not be the worst thing that could happen. Had he not proved that he could be at least half sane for a fraction of time? In fact, he had nearly been a gentile man. Yes I was sure that there was something that could be worse, like moving pointlessly around a table to reach a clean cup for example. And so I settled into the idea, and began to close my eyes- Jack- No! Excuse me, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow is perhaps as bad a man as he is a pirate. I should quite like to burn every bit of his rum that Elizabeth missed. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: I'll give it a go... - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:04 am UTC

alison_swift 2007-09-15 12:24 am UTC (link)

So.. Tired, maybe-No, Alice, wrong idea. WRONG. Wrong idea for YOU. Or.. No, no no, nononono, bad. Wrong, stop it. Well.. Just once... He is rather warm... I'm sure he'll see i'm just tired. Surely. Even through his mind he can see it. Mm.. He is so very comfy. Like a big, loudmouth pillow. With felt. And big shoes. And-WHAT am I saying? Thinking. I mean. Sigh. Oh Alice what HAVE you gotten yourself into? Wait, what is this? Oh boy, oh dear, he is not, he will not, should not-JACK SPARROW THANK YOU! I shall never talk about your poor hygiene behind your back again! Mental note Alice, get Jack a nice new toothbrush for Christmas! I have to go home, this.. Too much, too many shocks in one night. Oh dear. Too many feelings. Some I should not even be THINKING, and why am I thinking..? Say, something, tell him you MUST leave, tired! Tired! Run! Faster! ... My God i've turned into the White Rabbit. (( Too tired... to compose... even mediocre prose.. *flailfall* )) (Reply to this)(Thread)

(no subject) - ladywhiterabbit, 2007-09-18 07:36 am UTC

mordooraq 2007-09-15 12:52 am UTC (link)

He is being a gentleman- if only for a brief moment... Oh dear! Oh dear what is going on? Why did he have to ruin it?...he really should know better! Why did I rest my head on his chest, I gave him the wrong idea and now he will never leave me alone, and now this move! This awful, extremly rude... surprisingly graceful- What am I thinking! You know what he want's, don't give in to him. Oh no, I hope he isnt doing what I think he is doing... please to all that is good in this world please don't kiss me, not here not now... silly girl you sound like your saying that he can kiss you. No he can't kiss me it's not proper. Oh who am I kidding he isn't going to be proper, he is never going to be proper...and...I guess he will always be like this...and it isn't alwyas bad...sometimes it is quite nice...back home I wouldn't be allowed to pick my date to a dance... he dose look very handsome tonight...I wonder... Oooof! Oh dear! oh dear that was a rather unpleasant bump- Reality! Thank god for reality! What was I thinking dancing with him like that in front of all these people, especially the Last Dance! The Last Dance that...oh no, the Last Dance I promised to poor Peter...I wen't back on my promise. How could I do that? What was I thinking? I just have to go- I have to get out of here- I am tired and I just need to go home... (Reply to this)

saltintheoven 2007-09-15 01:18 am UTC (link)

Oh, dear. I suppose it isn't very wise to say one thing and do something else, especially when it's just the sort of thing you've promised yourself you'll simply never do. The entire dance - that is, even before, as I was sitting in my parlor, I just knew that I was making a mistake. But what could I say? After all, there are certain - and manners, obviously. I had to go, because I said that I would. And so I did. It was terribly embarrassing. Surely people must notice that we arrived together, and they couldn't help but see how he hovered around me. Not that it was so VERY bad, because anybody might like to have someone pay especially good attention to them, mightn't they? You couldn't say that there was any more to it than that, could you? And... it's only fair to say that he was a rather good dancer. That is, he might have been a great deal worse than he was. Still, none of that ought to deserve any more than decent, civil behavior. It would be silly of him to expect anything more than that. But, of course one must realize, he is a very silly man. The very idea - I wish I'd never thought of it in the first place, but I couldn't help it. I was very tired, you know, and so I thought it mightn't do any harm. But then too, it might, and so it would really be best to forget the idea entirely and think about something else altogether. I was really quite decided on the matter - but then, before I knew it, I - oh, dear. And the worst part of it all is that I don't think I would have minded if - oh no! And, do you know, I promised myself very severely that I wouldn't have anything to say to that silly man. It would be very unwise to do anything else at all - to feel any other way whatsoever. But that's just the trouble with me, I suppose. I give myself very good advice ... but I very seldom follow it. (Reply to this)(Thread)

(no subject) - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:12 am UTC

Drabble from Alice's POV morte_rouge 2007-09-15 01:24 am UTC (link)

Though I was almost too sleepy to tell Reginald from one of the folding chairs arranged at the outskirts of the dance floor, I followed him out into the middle, a few feet from the disco ball. So tired…I groaned inwardly, as we moved in time to the mellow dance music. Suddenly I caught sight of Mulan, several couples away, rotating on the spot in Shang’s arms, her head nestled against his chest. If only I could… But the thought of reverting to such a position of intimacy where Reginald was concerned was an uninviting one. Well, why not? I wondered, half-asleep—and woke up entirely, my senses recalled to me. It would give him the wrong idea! That’s why! I was most certainly NOT going to blow my calm elusiveness of the entire night by letting Reginald even think such a thing was possible… But would it really give him the wrong idea? argued the sleepy little voice I had previously, and so foolishly, been listening to. …!!! Of course it would! How could it be anything BUT the wrong idea? He’s a hopeless twit! And…he’s…he’s… I was unaware that I was gently nodding towards Reginald’s shirt until my head landed. …he’s warm. Much to my surprise, he didn’t immediately leap into a victory dance, or any such nonsense. We continued to move to the soporific music. Then—Reginald leaned me back, much as he had done earlier during a vibrant tango. Annoyed—and awake—again, I was about to tell him that this was most certainly the wrong music AND the wrong time for the move…when I became uncomfortably aware that he was leaning over me, his eyes closed, his lips pursed. Oh no! He DID take it the wrong way! He’s going to attempt to KISS me! My initial instinct was to shriek in terror and run…hide…locate a golf club to use as a weapon. Much the same procedure as dealing with Ears in March. But I could not move. Strangely fascinated, I watched in nervous anticipation as Reginald’s lips came closer to my own… Why can’t I move away…? BOOM! I did shriek, but in terror, as Reginald's upper teeth collided painfully with my forehead. “Sorry ‘bout that, mate!” drawled a raucous voice. “Didn’t see yeh. No hard feelings, aye?” But Reginald has released my waist and whirled around to face Captain Jack Sparrow and his bosomy dance partner, glaring at Mr. Sparrow in much the way he had intimidated Monsieur Lumiere half an hour previously. Sparrow did not back away, but his bloodshot eyes dilated perceptibly. “I stand corrected.” Sighing, I began to walk away. A hand grabbed my elbow. “Alice…?” “EEP!” “There you are,” said Reginald, beaming down upon me, albeit somewhat flustered. He chuckled at my reaction to his touch. “You should seriously consider a switch to decaf, Cricket.” As if he were one to caution people about gastronomical stimulants! Tired, confused, and embarrassed, I exclaimed wildly: “I’mverytiredandreallymustgohomenow!” and stormed away to find Belle and say good-night. “Oh,” I heard Reginald mutter as I left him alone. “All right then…” (Reply to this)

mizutamari 2007-09-15 01:53 am UTC (link)

Alice: *looks at Hatter, pulling back his lip to reveal his buck-toothed (yet... very white, pretty straight, very nice actually) teeth* *smirks and giggles* He's really very cute sometimes when he doesn't know it... she thought to herself. *hears someone speaking over the music* Gosh, that sounds an awful like Goofy... she thought as she yawned a big yawn. As she opened her eyes, she caught Reginald looking at her. The side of his mouth curved up just a little as he held out a hand to her. Oh dear! He wants to dance again! I don't know if I can take it... That last one was wild. My feet hurt and I'd so love to get out of this dress. Why must formal attire always be so constricting?! *sigh* "Slow?..." *looks into Hatter's eyes* His eyes are so clear. Why! I never noticed before. I don't recall ever seeing such a beautiful blue. Reminds me of my old blue dress, only... My dress was never so clear and deep... GAH! What on Earth am I doing?! *gives in* "I suppose so..." Oh why did I agree? I must be crazy. I've never felt quite so awkward in my life. Look at all these couples. 'Couples'. Of course they dance together, but Reginald and I aren't a couple. ..... Are we? *eyes droop* So tired... Goodness me, if only I could rest, even for a moment. Perhaps I could... No! He would definitely think that I was... but... So warm... *closes her eyes* This is such a wonderful song. *feels like she is falling over* WHAT THE-?!?!? Oh dear! I knew he would take it the wrong way! He's trying to! Must... get... awa-... Is that a booger? *BUMP* EEP! DON'T DROP ME REG! Oh no... I can't be thinking this... This is crazy! I must be so tired. There's no way I would ever think this way normally! I mean, I have only felt this way with those cookies. And the MUSHROOMS! How could I forget those?! And the carrots. They all made me feel this way! *sarcasm* 'Eat Me'- 'Drink Me'! The crazy things one tries as a child! *is grabbed* EEP! Oh, this is just too embarrassing! I can't face him now that he has been thwarted! He might try again! I must come up with a reason to leave- QUICKLY! *makes excuses* Run, Alice! We really must think. *flees* Belle will know what to do... (Reply to this)(Thread)

(no subject) - mage_akida, 2007-09-15 09:13 pm UTC

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Reg's POV! saltintheoven 2007-09-15 02:05 am UTC (link)

(I had to try Reggie's POV, too - he's just too interesting.) Well, if there's one thing I know, it's that time waits for no man. That, or possibly that the sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side - but that hardly seems important at a time like this. Because the OTHER thing I know is that whilst wooing an Alice, the key is timing. After all, everyone knows that any bumbling boobybird can plant his tea-drinker on a sweet young thing if he has decently good aim and doesn't mind a little thing like a black eye or two. But it takes planning, planning and skill, planning and skill and finesse to identify the right moment as it goes ticking by. And this was obviously mine. She was wonderfully flustered, too. This is the best way for her to be, because when she is flustered, her reaction time is significantly handicapped, and so I could give her a winning smile - it was an especially dashing one, too. I was very proud of myself. I dipped her backwards - not far enough to strain her back, though, which is a more common mistake than you'd think. And not far enough to drop her, either, which tends to spoil the atmosphere. Some men might just take a nosedive causing a head-on collision. But not me. Not to MY little Sugar Cube. Because, of course, I intended to kiss her for REAL. And then - and then - that - that - unspeakably annoying pirate - how anyone equipped with tiny little ballerina feet can be such a bumbling baffoon is too much for any one person to ever understand. Threw me off my game entirely - almost threw me off my FEET entirely. And... she ran away. Just like that. Ran away - from ME. Those are the things that upset me. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: Reg's POV! - sage_quinlan, 2007-09-15 02:28 am UTC

Re: Reg's POV! - saltintheoven, 2007-09-15 03:54 am UTC

Re: Reg's POV! - sage_quinlan, 2007-09-15 04:30 am UTC

Re: Reg's POV! - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:28 am UTC

Re: Reg's POV! - gifted2212, 2007-09-18 12:09 am UTC

EARS' POV(since no one else has tried...) sage_quinlan 2007-09-15 02:23 am UTC (link)

Ears nodded enthusiastically at Roger, though he had admitedly stopped listening to the momment the rabbit had left suitable party converstation for the less tastefull topic of playing "paddy-cake" with his missus. His eyes began searching for that over-caffenated White Rabbit when, Horrors Upon Horrors, was that Alice with her head on Reg's chest? Impossible. But, that was Alice...and she was smiling. Smiling! Ears had seen Jack spiking the punch, but he hadn't thought that Alice had...And Reg, grinning like a fool. Perhaps Ears had underestimated his friend- Oh no. In the time it had taken Ears to begin to have faith in Reg, Reg's face had contorted from that endearing goofy smile to the slitty-eyed steely look Ears knew all too well. Beneath the veil of his eyelids, Reg's eyes slid towards Alice. For the love of tea, Reg, NO! Ears mind went through every way he could interveen the upcoming catastrophy, but he was too far away. And now Reg was dipping Alice, going in for the unmistakable kill- lovely dip though...But what was this? Alice was making no move to stop Reg, though her eyes where wide and she was blushing visibly. In fact it almost seemed that she was actually leaning into the kiss. Ears couldn't watch, he simultaniously covered his eyes with his ears and hands for added protection. Then he heard that pirate's drunken mutterings. An apology? Ears uncovered one eye and breathed a sigh of relief. Reg stood face to face with Jack (Captain!) and by the flustered quivering of his fists and lower lip, Ears could tell those lips had not met their mark. Alice, it seemed, had made a sucssesful get away and as Reg bolted in search of her, Ears excused himself from his conversation with Roger. He'd had enough of this party, and for Alice's sake, hoped she had too. Wow, that ended up a lot longer than intended...sorry! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: EARS' POV(since no one else has tried...) - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:21 am UTC

Re: EARS' POV(since no one else has tried...) - sage_quinlan, 2007-09-15 04:32 am UTC

	If I May~ experiment_aiw 2007-09-15 02:48 am UTC (link)
	I would like to post up the story up on Deviant Art if I may. Thank you. I'll put the link up in a short while xD (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: If I May~ - experiment_aiw, 2007-09-15 03:32 am UTC

morning_town 2007-09-15 03:08 am UTC (link)

Everyone looks so happy dancing together... Gazing into each others eyes. I almost wish I could be like them. Almost. This dance has been so fun, but I feel so confused. I think...I think that I don't want it to end. That's simply out of the question though! Why would I want to stay here, dancing with this...this mad hatter! Giving me insulting flowers and scaring off Lumiere. Though that was sweet... And he was rather impressive with how he danced. That was so nice. I don't think I want this night to end at all. I feel sleepy. I wonder...no. I shouldn't. But I want to. I can't. He'll take it the wrong way and that might ruin everything. It's so comforting being held in his arms though. Maybe a few seconds won't matter. Mm...he smells nice. And it's so comfortab-unh?! Wait, what is he doing? Why...why is he so close? And why does he have such a stupid grin on his face? Is..is he going to kiss me? I-I don't know what to do... I think I want to, but I don't want to! I just...! Oh dear...oh dear oh dear. I think I almost kissed Reg. If Jack hadn't... If he hadn't bumped us then... Oh dear. I must go home. I don't think I can stay any longer. Who knows what will happen if I do. I wish that we could have- I really must head home. (Reply to this)

Reg's POV mordooraq 2007-09-15 03:53 am UTC (link)

thought I try it. Ah ha! Finally our date is going in the right direction.... hmmm , this date this date it isn't too late! Wait wasn't that what the White Rabbit used to say- no I think it was a gate a gate those I realy hate...thats not right either. Whoopsie doodle whats this? My Alice-cupcake-pookie bear-dreamscile's head on my chest... yes the ultimite sign of LOVE L is for the way you look at me! O is for the only one I see- wait gotta focus- this is a very important matter that I must attend to- lets see what shall I do... " Reginald, beware... don't blow this!" Hey who is that? Oh please don't let it be that scary purple squirril! Wha? Whats with the golden light on my shoulder- Holy Moly it's Kronk's little Angel! " Reg babe, smooch the hot stuff- she's puddy in your hands..." Kronk's Devil! What are yo two doing here! More importantly why are you talking to me? " We freelance-" " Reginald don't take advantage of this moment your being very gentlemenly you blow this who knows how long it will take to recover" " Go for it Big guy- she is right there for the kill, she will be wrapped tight around your little fingers!" " If you really love her you wouldn't dare-" " If you want her to love you back go for the smooch- pucker those lips up lover boy!" "Your making a big mistake" " You'll finally get what you want." I will finally get what I want- Wait what do I want? I am not sure, I could go for a taco- taco's are good... yummy cheesy tacos with sour cream... focus! You want Alice! Alice will want you- Time to dip. Dipping, Dipping yes she looks surprised pleasantly surprised now I just lean forward and the fireworks shal begin... la la la la la.... *bump* “Sorry ‘bout that, mate!” “Didn’t see yeh. No hard feelings, aye?” you shal see pain like no man has seen before- people will weep at your grave while I play the Scottish Pipes and dance upoun it you drunken fool with too much eye liner! Seriously whats with the eyeliner... I wonder if thats what the woman go for- mental note get some eyeliner- hey wait Alice-cupcake-pookie bear-dreamscile... where did she go? There she is! " Alice?" "EEP!" “You should seriously consider a switch to decaf, Cricket.” “I’mverytiredandreallymustgohomenow!” " Oh, allright then." *whimper* (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: Reg's POV - tarilyn, 2007-09-15 04:18 am UTC

Re: Reg's POV - mordooraq, 2007-09-15 07:43 pm UTC

Re: Reg's POV - (Anonymous), 2007-09-20 12:08 pm UTC

Re: Reg's POV - mordooraq, 2007-09-20 11:00 pm UTC

Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) tarilyn 2007-09-15 04:09 am UTC (link)

“I suppose so…” Alice said placing her hand into Reginald’s outstretched one, reluctance not quite feigned. She watched as goose bumps rose on her arm and fought to suppress the shiver that she couldn’t definitely attribute to the temperature. It was odd, Alice mused, how she tended to grow chilled as she became sleepy. She'd always needed several blankets for all but the warmest of summer nights. Thoughts of her cozy bed nearly lulled her into a hypnotic trance before her eyes widened with the surge of adrenaline that shot through her numbed mind and extremities at the image of Reginald, there in her room, offering her that pathetic yet adorable flower. Reginald led her onto the dance floor and Alice could almost believe they were the only two people there. She felt herself nestling into Reginald's arms as he began slowly turning them in place. She shivered, slightly, forcing herself to avoid Reginald's eyes as his arm tightened comfortingly around her waist. “Oh, goodness,” Alice thought. “I don’t remember the last time I was awake so late. I’m sure I must have been once… So tired…” Her thoughts trailed off as she tried to force her eyes to focus. The scarlet fabric of Reginald’s shirt looked buttery soft like the fabric of her oft washed pillow case. “If only I could…” Alice’s head started to dip and with a supreme effort, she forced it straight only to feel herself nodding again moments later. “Well, why not?” She asked herself. “It would give him the wrong idea, that’s why,” she heard her ever shrinking sensible side answer. “But would it really be the wrong idea?” She wondered back. “Of course it would be the wrong idea! How could it be anything BUT the wrong idea? And…” Her sensible side was growing ever quieter, Alice could see Sensible jumping up and down with much hand waving, trying to get her attention as her voice faded away, “He’s… he’s….” “…he’s warm” Alice finished for Sensible, snuggling her cheek against Reg’s chest basking in the contentment that dropped over her shoulders like a cloak. For one of those finite-infinities that she’d read of, in books she would never admit to owning, the world faded away, the crowd, even the music. It could have been seconds, it may have been hours, Alice would never know. She felt Reg’s hand slip beneath her hair to cup her shoulder. Her slow, deep inhalation may have been a contented sigh if Reg’s supporting hands hadn’t suddenly dropped her to an almost forty five degree angle bent backwards over his arm. Alice looked up in shock to see Reg leaning over her. Shock quickly turned to near panic as she realized what would happen next. Sensible shouted from the hazy edge of Alice's mind that this was the moment to duck out of Reg’s arms and run if she had any hope of keeping the high ground. "Aaany time now..." Reg’s eyes closed as his face loomed larger in Alice’s vision. Alice felt her own eyes begin to close… The world came crashing back to Alice, literally. She scrambled for footing as someone, or something pushed into Reg. Even the music that was, mere seconds ago, so soothing was now jarringly abrasive. Seizing her chance, Sensible clawed her way past the confusion in Alice’s mind to point accusingly. “What could you have been thinking, Alice? You’d better make a hasty retreat while you have the chance. And you’ll throw out those books if you know what’s good for you…” Alice left the dance floor in a near trance like state, unsure whether to hush Sensible up and run back to Reg, or listen to the good advice and make a mad dash back to her safe bed. “There you are,” Said Reginald. “EEP!” Alice squeaked as a hand closed around her elbow. Reginald let go at the sound as if he had been scalded. Placing the offending hand into his jacket pocket he suggested, “You should seriously consider a switch to decaf, Cricket.” “Alright, say it with me, Alice,” Sensible demanded. Alice's voice parroted the words Sensible ordered as her cheeks burned. “I’mverytiredandIreallymustgohomenow!” She did not run. Sensible had declared that wouldn't be properly decorous. She merely hastened. And while Sensible played her semantics games in Alice’s mind, Alice did not hear the voice, tiny with disappointment, behind her. “…Oh. Alright then…” (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - saltintheoven, 2007-09-15 04:22 am UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:33 am UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - tarilyn, 2007-09-15 03:24 pm UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - mordooraq, 2007-09-15 07:53 pm UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - mizutamari, 2007-09-16 09:41 pm UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - darklingmare, 2007-09-17 01:01 am UTC

Re: Looong one.... *blush* I just couldn't stop. :) - mind_demented, 2007-11-29 07:10 am UTC

All the Matter in the World (Anonymous) 2007-09-15 04:33 am UTC (link)

It isn’t on such a common occasion that I let him get so close. Rather, I like to keep these instances down to, say, never. I am not so very well-versed in the ways of men – the art of…well, I suppose I don’t even know what to call it – and I daresay even if I was, it would be of no use to me with him – oh, especially with him! I shouldn’t need to practice any art with him, except, of course, perhaps that of self-defense. Even still, with my being horribly unaccustomed to such things, and his being quite loony altogether, there is a primal moment below the pulse of the music and below the hum of murmuring couples – it’s on the level of scent, I think, which must be quite a bit below the level of sound. There is something in my skin that sets it tingling with the ability to sense, and my knees are folding backwards, inwards, in such a strange manner that I hardly have time to think – perhaps I am to faint. And I shouldn’t say that I am drawn to him – it isn’t at all the case, I’m very sure! And yet, perhaps, not so sure – but there is a heat to him that is inescapable. I can think only to describe it as the beckoning of a dry house and a lit fireplace after a good, long walk in an icy night’s rain. There is – how shall I say it? – a sort of comfort in it. He has, I think, a sort of velvet warmth to him – it’s something curious, like a stuffed animal come to life. I can’t say what happens – I should think, however dreadful it is, that even if I was quite sure of the events of those few seconds, I shouldn’t like to disclose them – but time seems, for an instant, not to exist. I lose connection with my body, which I am somewhat thankful for, because it is so very latched to his, and I am drawn up and away from the world – and slightly to the left, I think. Oh, he’s rubbing off on me! It’s my own silent giggle that brings me back. It isn’t so much a crashing down as it is a light and airy falling – perhaps I’ve left the land entirely, and must re-enter by way of rabbit hole which, as I know, is the only proper way to come about. It feels very much like he needn’t hold me up like that, dip me like that, keep me from tumbling backwards, because at that place in time I can float perfectly well on my own. In sight, in sound, in primal sensory, there are lips and eyes and face before me; there are stars and leaves and broken sidewalks and mud puddles and all the grassy bits in between – I can’t say exactly what it is, that it is anything, or perhaps everything. It’s all the matter in the world. I land. It isn’t a nice landing, as I had expected it to be – it isn’t a mindless, sceneless, sightless landing that I seem to hope for. I nearly topple over, and then I am forced so very straight that it is suddenly so very apparent that if I am not to get some water quite soon, my legs will turn to useless jelly and I will no doubt turn completely inside out – I find this notion rather odd for myself, but for whatever reason, it seems completely likely. He’s grabbing on again, with words, and I don’t even hear them, but I feel as though I’m waving my arms wildly and flailing all about and posting warning signs and help signs and “Mind the Gap” signs everywhere. Of course, I’m quite sure none of this is actually happening – rather, it is more likely that I am simply talking very fast and not paying the least attention to what it is that I am saying exactly. There is a sound in his voice that is so very close to that of a breaking heart that I cannot look at him. I am not myself, I plead silently with him, please – please don’t look at me that way. ~fin~ (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: All the Matter in the World - northofantastic, 2007-09-15 04:40 am UTC

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Re: All the Matter in the World - foxykangaroo, 2007-09-27 04:01 am UTC

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What Could Happen...Alice's POV mage_akida 2007-09-15 05:30 am UTC (link)

As Alice fought her own battle she slowly found herself loosing it to a one sided line. Across that line stood the hatter she had found to be so crude, horrible and...at the same time right now the perfect place to rest her golden head for just a second... "That's right...it'd be for just a moment, and I'm so...tired..." Alice thought to herself as her gaze became half lidded. Common sense tried to fight back reminding her that Reg was as unpredictable as a roll of the die. You never knew what could and would happen. Slowly Alice felt her head press ever so gently against the comforting body she danced with. A small smile tugged effortlessly at the corner of her mouth. "His suit is so soft, the fabric reminds me of a blanket...so warm and comforting. I just can't seem to escape that feeling..." Her cream colored cheek touched with a slightly red hint of color nuzzled gently against the crease of his suit coat as she forgot for simply a moment whom it was she was dancing with. As Alice felt her body dipped back her eyes flared open suddenly as reality seemed to crash down around her with such loud distracting noise that she was jolted back quickly in an almost painful way. Feeling a slight quiver start at the very tips of her toes and crawl with a slow painful movement through her entire body, Alice watched as his gaze looked down at her half lidded and so very very tempting to comfort her. She watched with a knot forming tightly in the pit of her stomach as Reg drew closer to her his lips puckered gently. "Too close! Too close! Don't let him even near that line Alice! It'd be so very foolish and you know this quite well!" common sense screamed through her mind, trying to break through the fog that seemed to be blocking her mind. Even as common sense fought to win, Alice felt herself draw just a hair forward towards Reg, inching her way closer. Feeling her body jolt again, Alice listened with her fog ridden mind as Jack Sparrow's voice rang through the air. "Sorry 'bout that mate. Didn't see yeh. No hard feelings, aye?" Blinking her eyes as the voice began to become more clear Alice realized where she was again. "Oh dear! I almost...he almost...we...if Mr. Sparrow hadn't..." Her mind fought to think straight as she looked to Reg who appeared ready to completely destroy Jack with his bare hands. Alice took the moment of distraction to escape from the increasing closeness surrounding her. "I wasn't even fighting against him...I mean he easily COULD have...and then what? I'm not even sure I'd have reacted the way I should have if he would have...but then again I'm not even sure how I would have reacted..." Alice found her head spinning slightly as the faint blush that bloomed across her face seemed to heat her like a fireplace. Her whole body was now trembling slightly as Alice tried to regain her composure before... "There you are..." she issued a slight eep as what she recognized to be Reginald's hand brushed against her lower arm slightly as his voice seemed to reverberate through her entire body. Looking to him her eyes were wide and innocent as confusion reflected in their watery surface. "I'mverytiredandreallymustgohomenow!" she suddenly found herself speaking quickly the first excuse that came to mind as the blush deepened across her cream colored cheeks. "You should seriously consider a switch to Decaf, Cricket." Reg's reply struck her gently as she found a laugh threatening to escape at these words. Alice sprinted away as the laugh threatened to escape her throat. "...Oh. Alright then." the words, even though they were spoken softly, seemed to echo through the entire place. Glancing back quickly out of the corner of her eye at the disheartened look that appeared on Reginald's face, Alice felt a slight stab of...well she wouldn't say guilt...but she did feel bad about causing the look that he flashed her way. Pausing for a moment as if reconsidering, Alice gave her head a shake before escaping off into the confides of the crowd in order to reach her home before too long. "I do wonder though....what would have happened..." she found herself thinking as she wove her way through the crowd of people, the blush still on her features. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: What Could Happen...Alice's POV - therebelforces, 2007-09-17 04:33 am UTC

We're All Mad Here (Anonymous) 2007-09-15 06:06 am UTC (link)

The Cheshire Cat said I was mad, all those years ago. Well here I am again, and not for the first time I'm starting to think there was something to his words. Why else would I be here with this loon, dancing and (heaven forbid) ENJOYING it! It was probably a mistake to come here in the first place. He's a scoundrel, every inch I give will only encourage him. But... there can't be any harm in a one last dance... right? Besides, after this I'll be able to say goodbye and good riddance. Tomorrow morning I'll tell Belle all about my evening, and we'll laugh and it will all become a distant memory, this man and his peculiar habits. But do I want it to become only a memory? As the dance goes on, it's becoming harder and harder to focus on the end of the dance, when I'm so caught up in the here and now, with him. I need to get a hold of myself! Snap out of it girl! Abort! ABORT! A... what big eyes he has... *** That was way too close. Yet I find myself feeling... disappointed? Surely not. Good heavens, I think his madness must be starting to rub off on me. (Reply to this)

	raphael_lestat 2007-09-15 10:05 am UTC (link)
	Though it pains me to admit...and believe me it is almost a (Reply to this)(Thread)

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AHAHAHAHA! - lupinlover1313, 2007-09-17 05:44 pm UTC

Alice's POV... wonkasnapeluvr 2007-09-15 02:32 pm UTC (link)

Curse his puppy-dog eyes to Hell. I was normally immune to such manipulations! So...why did I fall for his? Why am I allowing this tea-obsessed, mercury-crazed mad hatter walk me to the dance floor when all I want to do is go to bed? That's a good question indeed. Alright, I can get through this. The last time I danced with him it wasn't so bad now, was it? He actually impressed me. I never would have imagined him to know so many dances...how could I? He never showed a spark of chivalry, or even an ounce of knowledge besides tea. When he spoke French so effortlessly to Lumiere, that nearly made my head explode. Did I really know so little about Reginald? Apparently. I could feel my scattered thoughts drifting away as the soft music set a rhythm in our steps. It was such a gentle motion, almost like being rocked back and forth. His hand on my waist and the other in mine were invitingly warm...not that I was cold. My eyelids began to get heavy even though I fought to stay awake. How could I become so tired? I could not be ill; maybe it was because of the excitement. This dance was the first big thing that's happened since I've been here. I wore myself out trying to throw the Mad-Hatter off his game. But I had fun. I fought back a yawn, wanting nothing more now than to go to sleep. So tired...if only I could...Well, why not? I thought to myself as I gazed at his chest, wanting to rest my head against it. I mentally shook myself. It would give him the wrong idea. That's why. Of course...But would it be the wrong idea? ...!!!! Of course it would be the wrong idea! How could it be anything BUT the wrong idea? He's a hopeless twit! And he's... My eyes fluttered...he's... I laid my head on his chest. ...he's warm. I could hear a mental forehead smack in the back of my mind--but I didn't care. He was warm. So comfortably warm... GAH!! I opened my eyes to find myself in a dip...with Reginald looking down at me in a way only a lion would before biting down on its prey. My heart pounded and I swallowed away the sudden dryness that overtook my mouth. I was ready to shoot any defamatory remark at him. But then...his face softened as his eyes darted all over my face. Longingly? Desirably? I could not place the emotion. All I know is I did not pull away when he closed his eyes and leaned towards me for a kiss. ...GAH!!! We stumbled backward and nearly found ourselves at the mercy of the floor. "Sorry 'bout that mate. No hard feelings, aye?" said the voice of Captain Jack Sparrow. When Reginald tore away from me to glare at Sparrow ("I stand corrected"), I quickly moved away. I hugged myself, discovering that I was shaking. Not only that, but my heart fluttered uncomfortably and butterflies seemed to take homage in my stomach. Nonononononononononono! Why was I going to let him?! WHY? "There you are..." said Reginald's voice, and his hand gently touched my arm. I whirled around, unable to contain the "EEP!" A wild thought sprung in my head: Could he read minds? Oh GOD, I hope he doesn't!! I quickly looked away, an embarrassing flush rising to my cheeks. "You should seriously consider switching to decaf, Cricket." Reginald said, tilting his head to one side in concern. "I'mverytiredandreallymustgohomenow!" I jabbered, and sped off towards the exit. "...Oh. Alright then." My curiosity, for once, was silent. I didn't need to turn around to see the heartbreak in his eyes. It was crystal clear in his voice. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: Alice's POV... - zippitydodah27, 2007-09-15 09:05 pm UTC

Re: Alice's POV... - wonkasnapeluvr, 2007-09-16 12:52 am UTC

Re: Alice's POV... - (Anonymous), 2007-11-12 11:11 pm UTC

my post (Anonymous) 2007-09-15 04:20 pm UTC (link)

What--what just happened? I fought to control my racing pulse as I slowly bakced away from him. He was still glaring ferociously at that Sparrow fellow. There was no way he had been about to--it was--ridiculous! The whole thing was ridiculous! That vile-yes vile that's a splendid adjective-that vile creature is not capable of such sincerity. Or..is he? How dare he come near me!? Well..I do suppose we were dancing..but still! How many times have I told him to respect my space! My bubble, my bubble, he is not to be inside my bubble! Who cares if we were dancing! Who cares if I initiated the whole incident by putting my head against his chest! His chest...his warm chest. His heart was thumping so evenly, like a lullaby. It was safe...warm...wonderful. -Roachbreath (I'm new to this but I LOVE IT!) (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: my post - mizutamari, 2007-09-16 09:44 pm UTC

Re: my post - (Anonymous), 2007-10-11 04:43 pm UTC

my 2nd post (Anonymous) 2007-09-15 04:52 pm UTC (link)

(dont hate on me for this cause i really have no idea what will happen, i just feel like being sad)(on to the drabble...) I vaguely remember the house being dark when I got through the door, and I vaguely remember my glorious green beauty whimpering on her peg as I did nothing to acknowledge her. I don't know how I got where I am seeing as it usually takes me a good amount of time to find my bedroom. I don't recall any surprise manatee attacks. I am utterly miserable tonight. "What's wrong Reg? What happened?" here comes that purple squirrel again. It skips over my abandoned suite and hops upon my bed, where I have just plopped down myself. I look away from it's pleading eyes, then from it's fangs bared in warning. "Go away..." I can't understand this feeling. Something inside me isn't working like it should. Alice...lovely Miss Liddell... In all my years I have never been so torn as I am this night. I close my eyes and all I see are the memories of this evening. Is this what it feels like to have ones heart broken? Torn out? Cleaved in two? (Reply to this)

my 2nd post (Anonymous) 2007-09-15 04:53 pm UTC (link)

(dont hate on me for this cause i really have no idea what will happen, i just feel like being sad)(on to the drabble...) I vaguely remember the house being dark when I got through the door, and I vaguely remember my glorious green beauty whimpering on her peg as I did nothing to acknowledge her. I don't know how I got where I am seeing as it usually takes me a good amount of time to find my bedroom. I don't recall any surprise manatee attacks. I am utterly miserable tonight. "What's wrong Reg? What happened?" here comes that purple squirrel again. It skips over my abandoned suite and hops upon my bed, where I have just plopped down myself. I look away from it's pleading eyes, then from it's fangs bared in warning. "Go away..." I can't understand this feeling. Something inside me isn't working like it should. Alice...lovely Miss Liddell... In all my years I have never been so torn as I am this night. I close my eyes and all I see are the memories of this evening. Is this what it feels like to have one's heart broken? Torn out? Cleaved in two? -Roachbreath (Reply to this)

a different Ears' point of view... janeblues_26 2007-09-16 01:37 am UTC (link)

"No Alice!" Ears thought as he was watching them dance. "That's exactly what he wants you to do!" Ears knew he had to find something to break them apart, or someone. FAST! He went over to the bar, asked for a bottle of rum, and went up to Captain Sparrow. "What can I do for ye, mate?" Jack asked. Ears held out the rum. "I'll give you this if you interrupt that dancing pair over there. NOW!" Ears said as he shoved the bottle into his hand. "Alright then!" Jack said as he and his lady friend went and bumped into Alice and Reginald just as he was about to kiss her. Ears sighed with relief. One crisis averted for now. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Re: a different Ears' point of view... - mizutamari, 2007-09-16 09:44 pm UTC

Re: a different Ears' point of view... - janeblues_26, 2007-09-17 02:30 am UTC

liva_fairytale 2007-09-16 02:11 am UTC (link)

Everyone looks like a happy couple, Alice thought as she began the last dance. Her eyes flitted around to each person on the floor, happily stepping to the tune the band was playing. Despite her many thoughts telling her that Reg just wasn’t for her, she found herself being lulled into a sense of security with him. A wave of sleep washed over her and the heat from Reginald’s body made her feel cozy. He felt soft and reassuring with his arms around her. It was so nice to feel that way. Stop, she scolded herself. It was all she could do to keep herself from falling against him. Oh, but she was so tired! Closing her eyes for a second couldn’t hurt anything…could it? Without another thought she closed her eyes and relaxed, her head falling against Reg’s strong chest. She took a deep breath, his scent somehow making her feel calmer. Suddenly she felt his grip on her change and her world went spinning as she opened her eyes. She found herself looking up at Reginald, her back slightly bent, the foot still on the ground straining to keep hold of the earth. She was afraid Reginald would drop her. He began to move closer. What was he doing? Her mind raced, her face flushed. This wasn’t part of the deal. Somewhere, in the back of her mind she scolded herself for letting Reg think she had fallen for him. Someone help me! she cried in her mind. Reg nearly lost his hold on her when someone bumped into him. Relief filled her as Reginald stood her up and let go, turning to the man who had bumped into them. This was her chance! She should make a run for it now. Looking back only once she hurried towards the exit. The exit was in sight but she stopped. What was she running from? It was just Reginald. He was harmless. She was sure the mood was broken with him so she had nothing to worry about. But then what was gnawing at her so? Maybe I am falling for him, a small voice said in her head. Her heart thudded against her chest and she fanned herself for a moment. “There you are cricket.” Her heart nearly jumped up her throat as she heard Reginald behind her. She whirled around to face him. She didn’t pay attention to what he said next as she blurted out that she had to go. The look on his face didn’t even occur to her as she said goodnight and began to leave. That was a close call. I really must keep on my toes next time. She shook her head and set her jaw. There won’t be a next time, I won’t allow it! (Reply to this)(Thread)

(no subject) - liva_fairytale, 2007-09-16 02:15 am UTC

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