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![[info]](http://www.greatestjournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) m_hare
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Who: Hare & Open
What: Hare being a baby.
Where: The Rajani Jungle
When: Some time after Hare's encounter with Rabbit.
Hare had traveled deep into the Jungle, feeling as though she had been trudging through it for weeks, possibly months, when in reality it had only been a few days since bumping into the Rabbit. But that was enough to leave Hare in her own pool of tears. She had delivered messages to and fro, but had always had a destination in mind. Now, she had one destination, and that was whatever Hatter's happened to be. Seeing as how she didn't know where Hatter was, she was in quite the predicament. So, sitting down exhausted beneath a large palm tree was understandable. The crying was inevitable.
Hare felt very lost. Of course, she was quite lost, but she felt lost in her own mind. Having always considered Hatter her other half, she not only felt lost but partially empty.
Her insistent crying filled the jungle, and it was not a pleasant sound to or sight to behold. Her cries were not the delicate type in which young damsels sported, nor were they loud, dramatic wails. Mostly, it was a combination of hiccups and whimpers. Hare's nose and eyes were quite red, her expression one of utter dismal.
She felt the Alice Atrocity was partly to blame for this. For Hatter's disappearance and Hare's misery.
With another hiccup, Hare drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, lowering her head in the hallow crook and crying some more. If anyone were to approach her at this time, she would be totally unaware, being so submerged within her own thoughts.
Tags:
march hare, scheherazade
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There'd been some rumblings recently in her court, a subtle undercurrent that hadn't really concerned Scheherazade, but had made her uncomfortable and short of temper. That also probably had something to do with the fact that her Hunter was away again and she missed him terribly.
Needing to get away from the palace, to clear her mind and ease her spirit, she'd fled to the jungle, her one true refuge. There she'd spread out her little carpet and intended to engage in some meditation and yoga exercises she'd learned from a wise woman who'd passed through the kingdom last year.
Her plans were interrupted, however, by the faint sounds of weeping and sniffling. With a frown marring her brow, Scheherazade rose gracefully from the lotus position and followed the sound, her footsteps soundless in the thick underbrush.
It didn't take her long to find the source and whatever remnant of irritation that lingered was immediately replaced by concern when she came across the crying woman.
She approached carefully, voice soft when she asked, "Are you all right?"
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/16/2007 01:53:13 |
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Though the voice Hare heard was gentle, it surprised her none the less. At first she thought the jungle itself was speaking to her, to which she would have responded "No! NO, OF COURSE I AM NOT ALL RIGHT! I am lost within you, now spit me out at once!" However, it was obviously not the jungle's words, although Hare would have immediately known that if she had simply looked up from the beginning. But being the Hare that she was, she had become momentarily still and perked her ears slightly. The voice was definitely not threatening, although if it was one of danger it would already be too late for Hare.
Slowly, she lifted her head slightly up, her large eyes finding a very beautiful woman. She had not been aware that the Jungle had contained any other human, especially one so composed. Composure lead to knowledge of one's whereabouts, in Hare's mind.
"Right? No, not at all. Nothing is right. In fact, I'd say everything is quite, quite left. Including me. Well, at least the tea. I've no tea left." So did that make tea right? Tea was always right, 'right' even included 'tea'. Although, it was evident something was wrong (not right), even if Hare's babble didn't quite indicate so (or perhaps, it indicated very strongly so.)
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/16/2007 12:40:02 |
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Hare stopped her sniveling for a moment to consider the questions. Was she Lost? No, she was Hare. She was sure of that. Where was she from? That she could answer with certain ease. Wonderland, of course.
"I am from Wonderland." She said, choosing to not to answer the first question, for it confused her too much. If the woman wanted to think of her as Lost, that was quite fine with Hare.
It was then Hare realized she had no idea who this woman was. She had never seen her around for tea, or around Wonderland, or wherever her cottage resided now. Hare had never spotted her on her journeys for the King, either. Therefore, seeing as how Hare had never been in the jungle and had never seen this woman, she assumed the latter belonged here. "Is this your home?" She asked, a bit hesitantly.
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/16/2007 18:09:37 |
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A home away from home... Did Hare have on of those? She didn't think so, but perhaps. Home was where tea was. And Hatter. And Dormouse. Speaking of which, the latter made some obscure noise from Hatter's bag, crawling out and scurrying about in a circle. "Dormouse!" Hare's tone demanded the mouse's attention and he looked up at her. Dormouse was a strange creature, quite large for a mouse. In actuality, probably as big as a house cat, with large, expressive, oddly human eyes.
"Dormouse, where are your manners?" Hare gestured toward the woman before her. The Dormouse made it's way over to the woman, and actually stood up on his hind legs. Even more strange, the Dormouse took a bow. "This is the Dormouse." Hare stated, making the introductions. "And you are--" before she had time to question the woman's name, Dormouse's sleepy bow dripped to the floor. The mouse had fallen asleep, again.
Hare sighed, though expectantly, and picked the mouse up from the scruff of the neck and burrowed him back within her bag. "He tends to fall asleep now and then." She explained apologetically.
"Never heard of Wonderland? That's strange. I can't say I've heard of Ozland." The last bit was probably not true. Hare had most likely heard of Ozland, and had possibly been aware of the fact she now resided there. But Hare had the annoying habit of changing the subject, and her thoughts, about flippantly.
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/19/2007 19:22:09 |
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The March Hare considered the statement. Was her name really unusual? It was more of a title, certainly. Then what was her name? If the Hare hadn't be so busy looking for the Hatter, she might have had gone in search of her name instead.
Hare mirrored Scheherazade's blink, though in a dumbfounded fashion. If what the woman said was true, then Hare was extremely confused. Scheherazade was insisting Hare must be from Ozland, so it must be true. How did she end up in Ozland? Hare had no idea.
"Well," Hare started slowly, her brow furrowed. "All I did was follow Hatter. I don't know how I got to Ozland. Perhaps they changed the name? No, that can't be it..." Her words folded into incoherent mumbles. It was time to change the subject, that much was certain.
"Merhdadstan? What sort of tea can be found in Merhdadstan?" And what a perfect change of subject Hare had chosen! Tea! Tea always got you out of trouble, always saved your neck. She asked nonchalantly, though her expression was now impassive. Her tone was a tad bit serious, for it was imperative to drive away questions of Oz/Wonderland. Plus, tea was an important matter.
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/19/2007 23:32:07 |
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"Hmm..." Hare considered the situation at hand carefully. Lifting her hand, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, while her opposing hand gripped her elbow.
Hare could trek on, in the direction indicated by Scheherazade. It was not as though she knew where she was heading to begin with, she was simply in search of a very Mad Hatter. But it had been days, and still no sign. She thought she had detected whiffs of his tea scent here and there, but her tracking lead her to no avail. Hare was no hunter, after all. Perhaps Mehrdadstan had attracted Hatter, who was just as much a tea connoisseur as Hare (if not more so), as well. It would be the ideal place to find him.
"Oh, yes. I'm certain I could learn much from the tea merchants of Mehrdadstan." So it seemed as though Hare had made up her mind. And though her bag was an absolute mess, she was sure she could show the proprietors concoctions of her own. Hatter was better at storing things physically within his hat, but Hare had a whole dictionary of tea recipes locked up in her head.
"How should I go about getting there?" The Hare asked the other woman.
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From:
m_hare
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Date: 12/22/2007 23:49:37 |
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"Thank you again. I wish you well in any adventures of your own." She rose, swiftly sweeping up her belongings. The dormouse grunted. "I do hope we meet again. Perhaps in your own home, Mehrdadstan."
"And I'll be careful to avoid 'Heat'." Was Heat a person? A group of certain creatures? Hare knew the temperature, she wasn't stupid, but again, rhetoric was sometimes over analyzed by Hare. Either way, if Scheherazade recommended avoiding it, Hare would be sure to do so.
She waited politely for Scheherazade to rise herself, not wanting to be rude and set off without a gracious goodbye. Of course, a handshake was out of the question, for Hare's hands were in quite the 'sticky situation'. Instead, Hare performed a slight curtsy, and repeated "I really do hope to see you again, one day!" Hare wouldn't repeat her thanks, however. That would be rude and appear insincere!
Then, Hare turned and headed in the direction the woman had pointed for the water. She only stopped once, after a few yards, to turn and wave. After that, she succumbed to the trees and shrubs.
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