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[Alice is walking along as she does, it's normal for her at this rate to be talking to herself. Muttering, even. She doesn't sound too well.]

People... don't just explode and come back to life.

A- And England surely isn't a living being. I- I'm not mad, I'm-

[She lowers her head as she walks in the streets, even bumps into others as it didn't help.]

But to a crisp- That's real. Is this real? Is all of it?

[A flicker - a glint - of her vorpal blade can be seen as she withdraws it in her hands.]

Foul tricks, they're all better off dead.

[Alice strains, with her free hand, she covers her head as if she's got the worse possible headache in the world. Huffing as she does, in a drop of a hat, Alice keels over to her left side out of sight.]

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[Alice only has half of the mind to notice what she was doing. All she knows is that her arm is being grabbed and someone has taken a hold of the vorpal blade. In an instant, Alice's hands grasp the blade's edges to promptly take it back.

Alice also doesn't take kindly to being touched.]

What is it that you think you are doing?

[Claire holds the dagger up and away from her grasp, if only because he's concerned that she might actually hurt herself. His grip on her arm is strong, but not tight enough to hurt her.]

Hold on for a sec; think you can stand on your own, right now?

[Alice doesn't seem to hear him -- or so it seems that way. Her green eyes are locked on the vorpal blade. When she gets up, she's making a grab for the blade, without any words.]

Hey - [He understands why a girl, especially one of her stature, would be livid in this situation. A weapon is safety, security. But a weapon is also dangerous when in the wrong hands. She doesn't appear to be drunk, which was what he had initially suspected upon seeing her, but ...

He surveys her carefully as she makes a grab for it again, stepping around her as he releases her arm.] Listen, if you're not gonna calm down and take a seat, I'm not gonna give it back. I'm trying to help you.

[She can't process that.

Releasing her arm helps her relax, but her eyes are fixed on the blade, Alice pale and shaky. There's more she can do without it. Call it a sentimental item; it makes Alice feel she has a piece of herself.

Which, in a way, is true. The only piece of Wonderland here. Her mind.]

How are you helping me? Give it back to me.

[Using the knife to gesture at her, he turns on his heel, pointing over to some steps nearby with the swipe of the knife.]

I'll give it back once you've taken a seat over there. Look, I give you my word I'm gonna give it back. At this rate, you have no choice but to trust me, since you're not gettin' it back unless I give it over willingly.

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[Alice refuses. As a matter of fact, Alice plops down on the ground she's standing on.]

That blade does not belong to you. Give it to me.

[Cocking his head, he actually smiles.] You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?

[He flips the knife in his hand, holding onto the blade part of the dagger as he offers the hilt of it to her.] Like I said before, though, you could really hurt somebody, includin' yourself, if you stumble around carelessly with this.

You look like you could use a glass of water. Or somethin' to eat. [He's taking note of her sickly (pale) appearance. He honestly feels sorry for her.]

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[She swiftly takes it from him, running her fingers over the edge. Once Alice is back on her feet and takes a few steps away, one diagonal strike. One vertical. Swift and clean, just as the cat had promised her. Possessively, Alice tucks it back behind the bow of her dress.]

[Her eyes lock back on him again, stiffly crossing her arms as she stands there. Her knees a trembling. Her whole body is.

She had just forgotten the reason why she's out here. All she can recall are birds? How strange.]

I am neither thirsty or hungry.

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[Claire feels something along the lines of paternal for her. He gives her another smile, although this one is much more sympathetic.] Is that what your mind is tellin' ya? 'Cause your body seems to be sayin' otherwise. You look pretty weak in the knees.

[Of course she's weak. All Alice knows is that he approached -- Alice had forgotten the rest. By now, she's carried this blade as means for protection and a reminder to herself. She's so stiff, making sure there's good distance.

Alice wouldn't hurt anyone unless they asked for her, although, right now, a faint urge echoes. She hates that sympathetic look. How can she trust anyone who's been "sympathetic"? Using and abusing her.]

It's what I say I am.

[It doesn't help her argument when Alice plops down on the ground again, on cue.

But the birds, Alice!]

[Well, at that, Claire's lips upturn in an enthused manner. He laughs, briefly, before following her action and taking a seat in front of her, crossing his legs. With his hands on his knees, he hunches over, showing her that she had all his attention.]

All right, then I'll take your word for it! [She's strange, he thinks, but he finds it endearing. He had already examined her body language and has made inferences about her by now, but he won't say anything just yet.] You got a name?

[Unfortunately, Alice doesn't take too kindly to this. Her dark hair covers her face, as Alice strains to recall what happened. A moments, his voice is a distant echo. Fuzzy images of blood and birds. When she snaps back, her green eyes look back to him.]

Alice Liddell.

What do you want from me?

[She keeps zoning in and out... he thinks she could really use that glass of water. His own eyes trail away from hers as he glances around the area, looking for a restaurant or something.]

Alice, huh? Or would you prefer Miss Liddell? I suppose I'm not looking for anything in particular out of ya, besides maybe company, even if it's gotta be brief. I was thinkin' perhaps we could be friends, since it looks like you could use one.

[Turning his attention back to her, he makes a gesture towards himself.] My name's Claire Stanfield. Although, some people know me as Vino.

[Friends?

Alice is drifting in and out of her daze, wobbling as she does. Though this makes her snap green eyes at him. She regards him with a scowl. Out of the blue like that? He wants something, doesn't he?]

Call me whatever you like, it doesn't matter.

[Alice even scoots back.]

All right, Alice it is, then! [Getting up from the ground, he dusts himself off.] I suppose you're not gonna budge even if I urge you to get somethin' to eat.

Do you wanna be left alone?

[Alice always looks thin. Her pale skin and dark circles under her eyes don't help any. And not the way Alice seems to stare off into nothingness before replying.]

I am not hungry.

[Cooly:] Then what's the matter?

[Naturally, she doesn't say to a stranger, Alice just stares, sitting there the way she does. Shoulders sank and her hands in her lap.]

Well, I'm all ears if you've got troubles to tell. Like I said, though, if you wanna be left alone, I'll leave.

[He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a clean pink handkerchief.]

What is that?

[She does want to be alone. Alice won't say anymore, it'd be like pulling teeth from her to get her to talk.]

Something that might come in handy sooner or later. [He approaches her and leans over to offer it.]

[What is wrong with you?]

I don't cry.

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action; SURE. just. don't expect her to be friendly lol ;;

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