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genessia2016-04-19 07:30 pm
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Who: Jefferson and YOU!
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.
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He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.
The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.
Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.
He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.
To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.
--
He couldn't stop thinking about it.
Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.
The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.
Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.
He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.
To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.
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Airy didn't think that real life was anything like a fairy tale. Fairy tales always had a happy ending, but life didn't really end and when it did it was because you were dead. She wasn't sure if that really counted as happy.
"I'm..." She bit her lip, trying to figure out what to say. "Are you used to magic? Do you know how to control it?"
She couldn't stop her mind from wandering.
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"The place I'm from..." He thought carefully. How to explain it?
He took the top hat that had been on the sidewalk at his side and held it in front of her.
"I used to have a hat almost exactly like this. The difference? That one had magic. It worked." He flicked his wrist and tossed the hat out onto the street, watching it teeter and fall back into place.
"The world I'm from thrives on magic. It's at the heart of everything, and my hat was no exception." He paused. He didn't mind talking about the Enchanted Forest, but his own past was a bit harder. "I was a portal jumper. A traveler between lands. The hat is what got me where I needed to go. Some of those places had magic, and some of them didn't. Same went for the people I met."
Jefferson exhaled, am uncomfortable sensation crawling up his body. He had seen both sides of the coin as far as what magic could do to a person.
"I don't have magic of my own, but I've seen the paths it can take you down. I already told you about Emma. She was the hero. But the other woman I knew? She was the queen, and she was driven to darkness because she lost hope. She became the villain. What I learned too late is that she never controlled her magic at all -- it controlled her. That's what you have to avoid."
He stared at the hat, unwilling to admit his role in the queen's descent. He had gotten to the point where he didn't know if his ramblings conveyed his point, but if it did then he hoped Airy realized that she couldn't let herself become a person without a reason to be good.
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"Are there a lot of lands? Like this one..." She assumed there were and as he continued she couldn't help but think of Alice in Wonderland. She had grown up with all of those tales, both the Disney version and the more depressing stories that were often written in books. Her mother was obsessed with Disney and a little piece of that love had rubbed off on Airy. She knew not every story had a happy ending. It depended on where you decided to end it. "Um.. don't answer that. I'm pretty sure the answer is yes."
Emma, Airy decided to remember that name. It wasn't as if they could meet but it was someone that she might be able to look up to. Emma can be a fairy tale all on her own.
"I don't want to be evil... or do anything bad." Airy didn't know this but it just wasn't in her to be evil. She trusted too much and had to much hope. "But bad things sometimes happen... they haven't here... well they had but not in the same way... it's really hard to explain..." She sighed softly, turning her gaze up towards the bright blue sky. "You see, I was kidnapped and forced to face what I was running away from. Which was myself and my powers... that shadow hurt my friends and me..." She pushed up her sleeve showing four large bite marks that have been scared into her shoulder.
"I don't want that to happen again..." She had no idea what to do though. Her world didn't have magic. "I just feel like a freak." She wanted to be normal.
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Not that he would delve into specifics.
When it came his time to listen, he took in her words carefully. As her story was laid out he thought harder about what to say to her, what could possibly help, but when she showed her scars every thought dropped out of his mind only to be replaced with sympathy and a tinge of guilt. Jefferson didn't feel that he deserved to know all that Airy was telling him, especially when he was so reluctant to offer much of his own story.
"You are not a freak." He spoke like his words were indisputable fact, but they weren't said too boldly. His voice was soft and, he hoped, reassuring.
"We all have bad things to carry with us," he began, hoping and praying that he would be able to say the right thing, "but I've seen dark hearts. Yours is so very the opposite that I know evil is never the path you'll choose. Start believing in yourself, kid. You are going to get this thing to work."
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"I think if I tried really really really really hard..." She paused looking over at Jefferson. "I could be a bad person." Except that when she said this she was smiling. Airy shook her head, her fingers lacing together in front of her. "Okay... I don't think I could take myself seriously if I really thought that."
There wasn't a bad bone in Airy's body and she had trouble thinking poorly of anyone.
"I'll keep trying though... I mean to control stuff. Thank you... I realize I wanted to help you but I think it happened the other way around... I'm sorry."