Alice Liddell (
quitestrange) wrote2016-06-11 04:31 pm
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Out of madness and time
“How strange.”
The door to her new cell had been open for — Be precise. If you don’t keep time, it will keep you. — four minutes and thirty-two seconds if this device Hatter only wished he could create told the time truthfully.
“Are you coming out, miss?” inquired a guard, one rather more polite than others of his species, it had to be said. After all, she had only just killed a man—unless she had been sedated for quite a long while—and he had cause to be uncivil.
“If I’m to be subjected to trepanning or bloodletting, I should think not,” she decided to reply. If he ran toward red and coppery, it would be best to know before he marked it in her skin.
“Neither of those practices are used on this station, miss. It’s quite safe to come out.”
“Am I still at Moorgate, then?” Curious. She wouldn’t have thought it to have holding cells. A worse thought struck her, provoking a chill of dread. Had Bumby survived? “I’d rather be a gaolbird than a prostitute, thank you very much.”
The man outside sighed and stepped into the light in front of the door.
“You’re no orderly!” Alice cried, quite distraught, to see a man dressed all in black, fitted far too close to his skin. Several gold rings glinted from the cartilage of his ear. “Stay back, brute! I’ll not be booty for the likes of you.”
The door to her new cell had been open for — Be precise. If you don’t keep time, it will keep you. — four minutes and thirty-two seconds if this device Hatter only wished he could create told the time truthfully.
“Are you coming out, miss?” inquired a guard, one rather more polite than others of his species, it had to be said. After all, she had only just killed a man—unless she had been sedated for quite a long while—and he had cause to be uncivil.
“If I’m to be subjected to trepanning or bloodletting, I should think not,” she decided to reply. If he ran toward red and coppery, it would be best to know before he marked it in her skin.
“Neither of those practices are used on this station, miss. It’s quite safe to come out.”
“Am I still at Moorgate, then?” Curious. She wouldn’t have thought it to have holding cells. A worse thought struck her, provoking a chill of dread. Had Bumby survived? “I’d rather be a gaolbird than a prostitute, thank you very much.”
The man outside sighed and stepped into the light in front of the door.
“You’re no orderly!” Alice cried, quite distraught, to see a man dressed all in black, fitted far too close to his skin. Several gold rings glinted from the cartilage of his ear. “Stay back, brute! I’ll not be booty for the likes of you.”
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Still, there were certain proprieties to be observed. "I should think we ought to exchange names, at least, before I divulge my darkest secrets." Although she didn't intend it and would be perfectly mortified if she knew, there was, nevertheless, something almost coy about her eyes and her mouth when she said it. "I'm Alice. And you?"
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"Leonard," he said in return, catching the look. He'd seen it a lot in his life. He had used it a lot, too. He'd never been one to shy away from using any advantage he could get, and he knew his looks worked in his favor. "Nice to meet you, Alice."
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She let out a slow breath, gaze narrowing in consternation and then widening again. "Why? Why did you stop him? It was no concern of yours."
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He shrugged. "I don't like people who think it's okay to abuse those in their charge. He was getting a little violent, I objected."
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Yes, her impression of him was quite favorable indeed.
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