Post by Haesel Pratten on Jan 12, 2016 22:03:18 GMT -5
Things were beginning to settle down in Wonderland, and Lane had evaporated off to cause mischief in another land. Frankly Haesel was quite bored with it all now that Alice's rule had finally been ended. Rosey, or Queen Cera of Hearts as she liked to be called these days, had taken her rightful place on the throne and seemingly forgot about their band of antics, much too busy running the kingdom now. Granted Alice had made quite the mess of things, completely ruined tea time and such, still Haesel would make sure Cera had time for her, even if she had to commit a crime or two. Besides what was crime in Wonderland anyways, paling in comparison to Alice's dirty deeds.
Using her rather excellent Hat, Haesel found her way to Rosey's sleeping chambers. And of course there lay the queenys precious tiara lay on her bedside, completely unprotected. Glancing around the room, Rosey was nowhere in sight, she placed a small note labelled, "Ten shillings and six pence, or 10/6 in case you skipped your lessons. Come find me deary." She read over the small note written on the back of a Himalayan postcard and grinned at her handy work, this would be quite the fun, quite the fun indeed she thought. Holding the crown firmly in her hand she skipped over to Cera's closet and grabbed the warmest coat she could find, quite an odd garment to have in the warm and sunny Wonderland, but it would come in use where Haesel was taking them. She slipped the fuzzy mink coat on tucked the tiara in the inside pocket, before setting her hat on the ground giving it three spins.
Just like that she was sucked into her hat portal, leaving no trace of her appearance, besides the note that is. Tapping her chin she imagine a cold metal door, steel in makeup and nodded her head, perfect. Pacing around the room a few times she finally walked up to a curtain and threw it to the side to reveal the very door she had imagined. Raising an eyebrow, she reached in the coat for a pair of woolen gloves, how convenient. Pushing the door open, she watched as her hat appeared back in her palms in the shape of a mink fur that matched the coat she donned exactly. Rubbing her gloved hands together in front of her face to warm her nose, the air was thin at the top of this mountain peek, and sent shivers down her spine. Yes, this landscape would be perfect, very perfect indeed.
Using her rather excellent Hat, Haesel found her way to Rosey's sleeping chambers. And of course there lay the queenys precious tiara lay on her bedside, completely unprotected. Glancing around the room, Rosey was nowhere in sight, she placed a small note labelled, "Ten shillings and six pence, or 10/6 in case you skipped your lessons. Come find me deary." She read over the small note written on the back of a Himalayan postcard and grinned at her handy work, this would be quite the fun, quite the fun indeed she thought. Holding the crown firmly in her hand she skipped over to Cera's closet and grabbed the warmest coat she could find, quite an odd garment to have in the warm and sunny Wonderland, but it would come in use where Haesel was taking them. She slipped the fuzzy mink coat on tucked the tiara in the inside pocket, before setting her hat on the ground giving it three spins.
Just like that she was sucked into her hat portal, leaving no trace of her appearance, besides the note that is. Tapping her chin she imagine a cold metal door, steel in makeup and nodded her head, perfect. Pacing around the room a few times she finally walked up to a curtain and threw it to the side to reveal the very door she had imagined. Raising an eyebrow, she reached in the coat for a pair of woolen gloves, how convenient. Pushing the door open, she watched as her hat appeared back in her palms in the shape of a mink fur that matched the coat she donned exactly. Rubbing her gloved hands together in front of her face to warm her nose, the air was thin at the top of this mountain peek, and sent shivers down her spine. Yes, this landscape would be perfect, very perfect indeed.