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Shadowjess wrote:
Note: Fan fiction a head. Characters may be OOC.
I haven't wrote a story in ages, so bare with the rubbish for the mean time till I get my flow back.
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There are a lot of changes within this world, however something’s never change. There will always be fighting and war, there will always be bullets flying over our heads as we try to earn our keep. Through the shifting of the land and the unpredictable time period changes, Wonderland can be something either remarkable or a war zone.
It's true that when you look around, you see the everyday man doing his work; paying his bills and to me they all look normal, the same as me. However we are not all the same. In this world we are divided into two groups, the Role holders and the Faceless. The Role holders are important, they are the figures of each of the territories here in Wonderland reaching from Heart Castle to the Amusement Park. I would consider myself however rather lucky and fortunate to be within my territory and live within the Amusement park grounds. Sure sometimes the music can be off-putting and the colour co-ordination of the uniforms may make your head spin, but this is home to me.
It was your typical morning within the Park, up at 7'O'clock for the morning rounds to ensure the park was safe ready for the happy customers. Removing any troublesome and unwanted guests who had snook in through the walls and hedges through the night, and then of course preparing all of the performance stages for throughout the day and setting up my pride and joy within one of the indoor restaurants. Yes, today was your usual day followed up by shouting and the sounds of guns going off just outside the park. With a deep sigh,I removed my brightly coloured apron and patted down my lolita styled dress that laid beneath it. Personally I couldn't stand dresses, especially ones as short as what I had to wear, but putting my right foot forward I ventured off towards to commotion while untangling my wavy red bed hair from the hair band it had been tightly pulled back into.
The Tweedles were here, and as was the Cat. Considering the two are from enemy territories it's rather amusing how well the three get along, that and what a better place to be for children then an Amusement park. Children or not however these two were dangerous, especially for someone like me however I'm the only one around at this time in the morning to confront anyone who may upset the early customers. To seems like the Tweedles were running from some faceless Mafia group like the one they are from. There were clocks lying on the ground 1..2..5...at least 7 of them in total yet Dee and Dum were without a scratch as per normal. Right about now anyone with some sense would just turn away and walk back into the park due to being terrified of the Bloody Twins, however I've ever been one to follow a crowd. The two glance at me slightly as I walk towards the three of them with a half hearted smile slapped on my face. I am without weapons as we aren't permitted to carry them, and before I can even speak I feel a pair of hands forcefully place themselves around my torso pulling me close to their chest; with a chunk of metal being held to my head.
Wonderland, a place of clocks and where faceless are considered disposable toys to the ones with roles. My name is Lillian Pier, the faceless pianist of the Amusement park.
Note: Fan fiction a head. Characters may be OOC.
I haven't wrote a story in ages, so bare with the rubbish for the mean time till I get my flow back.
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There are a lot of changes within this world, however something’s never change. There will always be fighting and war, there will always be bullets flying over our heads as we try to earn our keep. Through the shifting of the land and the unpredictable time period changes, Wonderland can be something either remarkable or a war zone.
It's true that when you look around, you see the everyday man doing his work; paying his bills and to me they all look normal, the same as me. However we are not all the same. In this world we are divided into two groups, the Role holders and the Faceless. The Role holders are important, they are the figures of each of the territories here in Wonderland reaching from Heart Castle to the Amusement Park. I would consider myself however rather lucky and fortunate to be within my territory and live within the Amusement park grounds. Sure sometimes the music can be off-putting and the colour co-ordination of the uniforms may make your head spin, but this is home to me.
It was your typical morning within the Park, up at 7'O'clock for the morning rounds to ensure the park was safe ready for the happy customers. Removing any troublesome and unwanted guests who had snook in through the walls and hedges through the night, and then of course preparing all of the performance stages for throughout the day and setting up my pride and joy within one of the indoor restaurants. Yes, today was your usual day followed up by shouting and the sounds of guns going off just outside the park. With a deep sigh,I removed my brightly coloured apron and patted down my lolita styled dress that laid beneath it. Personally I couldn't stand dresses, especially ones as short as what I had to wear, but putting my right foot forward I ventured off towards to commotion while untangling my wavy red bed hair from the hair band it had been tightly pulled back into.
The Tweedles were here, and as was the Cat. Considering the two are from enemy territories it's rather amusing how well the three get along, that and what a better place to be for children then an Amusement park. Children or not however these two were dangerous, especially for someone like me however I'm the only one around at this time in the morning to confront anyone who may upset the early customers. To seems like the Tweedles were running from some faceless Mafia group like the one they are from. There were clocks lying on the ground 1..2..5...at least 7 of them in total yet Dee and Dum were without a scratch as per normal. Right about now anyone with some sense would just turn away and walk back into the park due to being terrified of the Bloody Twins, however I've ever been one to follow a crowd. The two glance at me slightly as I walk towards the three of them with a half hearted smile slapped on my face. I am without weapons as we aren't permitted to carry them, and before I can even speak I feel a pair of hands forcefully place themselves around my torso pulling me close to their chest; with a chunk of metal being held to my head.
Wonderland, a place of clocks and where faceless are considered disposable toys to the ones with roles. My name is Lillian Pier, the faceless pianist of the Amusement park.
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