<span style="color: #80FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">" Honestly is that anyway to talk to a friend.  I love the show your putting on a few seconds ago. It was a master piece and everyone thinking you are crazy was just the best part "</span> The sarcasm was dripping from Rodneyâ€™s best friend like acid falling off a leaf. It was plain, and it was evident.  Rodney twisted around slipping his thumb into Willâ€™s shoulder hard.<br/><br/>"What makes you think that THIS is a SHOW? Iâ€™m Terrified man that isnâ€™t funny â€¦those pigeons could mean death to me. " Rodney slung his case over his shoulderâ€™s and placed his top hat gently on his head with a rather bleak attitude. All he wanted to do with his life is to treat the world fairly. Everyone deserves a just and kind world. A happy place where pureness was-but he was in no way a leaderâ€¦that was meant for someone else. He heaved a sigh.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"So how are your female problems sir?"</span> Rodney twisted around again  with Will now standing directly behind him. The pair almost looked like siblings except for the minor differences in facial features and height. Plus their added hate / love relationship. The man that stood in front of them was a man with a dusty, raged old tan coat, strand-like blonde hair, and coal like eyes. His sharp teeth were almost like a fox, some might say he reminded one of a fox in a aseop fable. However this man was old, and looked stern with a tint of mob in his demeanor.<br/><br/>"Wellâ€¦what female problems?" The man just tisked at him with his tongue. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I was not talking to you my boyâ€¦your problems are wide, and far, they touch the sky, have fun trying to fly."</span> The man chuckled flicking his hand into his coat, and pulled out a faded cigarettes as his other hand lit it. <span style="font-style: italic">" I was talking to the wolf. You will have your hands full with realization." </span>Then with that he faded, or rather turned and walked gently away. His cigarette puffing little circles into the air. <br/><br/>"What the fu---k? How? Never mind." He shrugged and felt a jab in the side from Will. "WHAT?"</span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">The day continued on with itâ€™s rather distinctive ways as Truella walked through the park. Nothing here was ever normal, and as she walked further into the forest as she began to hear voices muttering. An old man and an old lady<span style="font-style: italic">. " They say a curse is placed on this town because of that wretched girl?" </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shhh Madame there is a curse but it is one that we can use for our advantage. Using this will be our gain Queen." </span><br/><br/>Truella backed away slowly. Truth was hard to lie about and she found that this information could get her killed not that they had a queen anyways. But still she wanted away from the two suicidal slums faster than a race horse wanting to win a race. She turned and ran using her body that was meant for distance running to swiftly gallop out of the forest, and in a huff she sped to a stop in front of another shop. Well, so much for a relaxing day. The shop read "Mystical Reinosha Waves" along with will be returning in fifteen minutes. "What the hell every time I get somewhere itâ€™s closing or on wait." She huffed a sigh, and decided to sit on the curve taking notice of passer byers as the wandered the streets like listless animals.</span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="color: #80FFBF">"now where did---oh yes itâ€™s a terrible day today- oh my what is this?" Arlene Roslin placed a paper that was carefully placed in front of her. The problem here was that she did not dare read for---oh what sound is that guns?- anywho reading was near impossible for dear Arlene. "Jack of JILL. I need you." Oh what a demand. Her white hat was twisted just a little to the right, with a black ring around it with red roses placed carefully to make it special. Her blonde hair reached further down her back than letâ€™s say any normal length, and god be damned her outfit was even further off the edge. She looked like one of those Japanese female  highschooler in a white uniform  with gold enlaced around it. Her hand was latched on a tight nit silver bomb or rather a pistol. Ah yes the crazy mad hatter now thatâ€™s a gender swapping story. A tale for another kin. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ye----s---sâ€”s." </span>A boy was shoved into the room looking rather small and insignificant. Rather sad and merly shaken as he should be. <br/><br/>"was the hair, or the eyesâ€¦ah nevermind boy." Her head cocked as she grabbed a cane  with one hand as the other hand pointed a gun to his head. "Now I as I ask this chose your choice of death ..have you found my Alice boy? My dear Alice that has been lost since the royal court died. After all these crazy memories spin over. Now what is it?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My choice of death or what I want.?" </span>The boy glanced at the gun. Wrong mistake. A bullet sounded and the boy went crashing against the door dead. His body lifeless. <br/><br/>"Wrong answer it was the Alice. " She laughed then twirled the gun. "Now when the blue moon rises life in norrowist will change forever or as the saying goes---or was it when Alice is foundâ€¦whom shall ever know. GAURDS GET SOMEONE TO CLEAN THIS LITTLE BOY OUT AND TELL JILL OF JACK HER POOR MAN HAS MET HER FATE." Oh the wonders of her words, she slide back into the chair and waited. <br/></span>