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"A cat? What's it's markin's? Fur color?" Might as well ask and help out. The child seemed much better than his annoying sister, Alice. Though he looked like her, in a way. Everyone in his family had been blond and blue eyed but himself.

Of course, he was the freak. The albino genes.

' Goldilocks, that's the nickname huh? '

A child no older than the age of four was being kicked around, beaten down by older teenagers, crying and screaming for help. Other townsfolk laughed and pointed, threw rocks, or just plainly watched.

Goldilocks.

He hated that nickname. Just because his name could translate to ' Gold Hair ' did not mean the could dub him so...

Why did it hurt?

Snapping from his memory; he swore the kid was speaking. "... Repeat that?"

You are cordially invited to this place so eccentric and grand Where nonsense is your guide to this kingdom called Wonderland

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Cat. He sensed a cat. Yes, finally. It was about time but then again, he didn’t know time well. It worked in an odd manner for Wonderlandians.

The blond male moved with a kind of anxious quickness, his body jerking this way and that as he moved so fast in order to find the cat.

A hundred percent of the time if Alys saw or sensed a cat he had to seek it out and pet it. It was like a law of life for him.

"Cat…" He murmured to himself, stumbling along before promptly colliding with someone, eyes wide. "Sorry." He apologized sheepishly, knowing it was quite ridiculous to desire to find the cat so much. Look at how foolish he’d been! It caused an accident and the sane side of him knew better - his mother had taught him all his manners. "I’m looking for a cat." His eyes were still set on his feet, his voice soft and monotonous.

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"Mangy sack of noodles, huh? Try insulting better, ya 'onestly suck at it."

"B-blubbering?" the Cat asked with a snap.  "Who the hell do you think you’re callin’ a blubberer, ya mangy sack o’ noodles?"

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Someone kill this new muse. Kill it with fire. Please.

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Starters for:

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Reply for:

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will be directly after the starters.

Bonus points if you can send an ask to me naming my faceclaim for Aurum without Googling him.

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"Oh. It's ya again. What do ya want this time, ya blubberin' cat?"

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"Call me Alice one more time and ya might just find a bullet in your prissy lil' head, Cheshire. Now, mind tellin' me how ya know my sister's name? And I'm only sayin' this once more: the name's Aurum."

"Got a foul mouth, don’t ya?" Cheshire scowled, visible golden eye glinting, "Well Alice, since you put it so nicely. You can call me the Cheshire Cat and you’re Alice, simply because I say so~.”

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Withdrawing a silver pistol from his pocket, it seemed to be engraved with strange runic symbols. "I'd suggest telling me what ya are, who ya are, and why the fuck yer callin' me Alice. My name's Aurum. My sister's name was Alice, though. I'll give ya that much."

"Another Alice running around?" The cat showed a razor toothed grin, the shadow of his hood covering his face in darkness, "You’re all springing up out of nowhere. That’s supposed to be my thing."

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Taking a puff from his almost completed cigarette, he reveled in these free hours from sneaking outside in order to get away from the little freaking brats of this place. Of all the places to choose... But he couldn't just... Off them.

Some might be vital to a later plan.

Blinking bloody tints towards a curious looking person, he flicked the butt left of his cigarette and stomped on it with a boot, grinding it into the ground. " 'ey. Who are ya?"