(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/thetweedlesmini.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Mary Dee and Abigale Dum<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Hatter's Hovel, Their Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Each Other and Anyone On The Streets<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>(Continued from The Hatter's Hovel) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139130.msg6230620#msg6230620)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Forgoing shoes for the day, the twin girls skipped hand-in-hand over the rock and pebble covered sidewalks. It was hard to tell if they even noticed the poking and cutting the rocks were giving they bottom of their feet. They spun each other around, giggling madly as Mary tumbled to the ground, pulling her sister down with her. Their stockings were all but destroyed by this point. Neither of them really seemed to care about that though. <br/><br/>"Mary, we need to...""...focus. Yes we must find...""...a tat."<br/><br/>Their carefree smiles took on a more serious tone as they started looking around for a tat. It was the first time since they rolled out of bed and fought over their identical shirts that they split their hands apart. The moment they let go and started to walk away from each other, each seemed to take on a new personality. It was the same personality, but a different one from before.<br/><br/>"Fucking whore, she took my shirt and she knows it. Everyone knows I wear bigger buttons. I should set the bed on fire tonight and let her burn in it," Mary muttered under her breath as she gave her sister a glare from across the street.<br/><br/>Abigale had an equally disgusted and hate filled look on her face as she started looking for the tat, "Stupid cunt, she thinks she's so much better than me just because she wears her shirts backwards. I should slit her throat tonight."<br/><br/>The two spend nearly ten, maybe thirty or more, minutes saying slanderous things about each other. Everything from clothing, to who the Hatter liked more, to who had softer pubic hair (because that was important, right?), and finally to breakfast. Both of them had the same thought that the other had forgotten to tell the other eat breakfast and that was why both their stomachs were hurting, "She didn't remind me to eat breakfast. She knows I won't remember till the meal is gone and lost. She did that on purpose." "She knew I wouldn't remember to eat breakfast. It's her fault my stomach is hurting. Once a meal is gone, you can't get it back. You don't get back the meals you lost. She did that on purpose."<br/><br/>That all passed when Mary found a book laying on the ground outside a wrecked building, "Lie-berry. L-l-liberty?" she tried very hard to pronounce the chipped and broken letters on the building front, but it just wasn't happening, "Abigale! How do you spell 'tat'?"<br/><br/>Trotting over, she took the book from her sister, "What does it matter how to spell it? You wouldn't know what the letters were anyway."<br/><br/>"It's not my fault I can't read. You forgot to tell me how."<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Abigale flipped the book open. It was funny how she made fun of her sister for not being able to read when she could barely do so herself. Sitting down, the two started flipping through the pages. Some of them cracked and tore under their touch, but most of them were intact, "There it is. Tat. A small pro-ten in...uh..." she refused to look stupid in front of her sister for not knowing a word, "...the body. Viral jeans"<br/><br/>They looked at each other for a moment before dropping the book to the ground and taking each others hands and smiling as they had before, "It's in...""...someone's body. We have to...""...open them up and...""...and bring their tats back to...""...the Hatter. He'll be...""...so happy!"<br/><br/>So off the girls went. <br/><br/>Neither of them could remember the name of the place where they were living, but they knew where to stay away from. The Queen's Tarts weren't up for them to tear open. If they did that, they might have to replace them on the street corner. No. A tart wouldn't do for what they needed. The Hatter wanted a tat and a tat he would get. They just had to find the right person.<br/><br/>Luckily for them, the right person wandered right into their path. Or rather flopped down in the walk way. He was old, smelly, dirty, and obviously had a little too much to drink, "Whatch' ya think? Will he...""...do? Yes, I think he...""...will do nicely."<br/><br/>Bending at the waist, the two used their free hands and grabbed the man around the shoulders and lifted him up. One cloudy eye and one brown eye glanced the two of them over. He didn't know who they were, but what sort of man stops two lovely women from taking him where they wanted to? For all he knew, they were into toothless old men. It wasn't like that would be the strangest thing in this place. The frog-faced old man let the two girls pull him off the streets and into a nearby alley where they proceeded to tear at his shirt with their fingernails. The wrinkled skin of his chest was a pale green color, he was sickly. The girls were really doing him a favor. He would die soon anyway, so it was better this way. Men would prefer to die with women lavishing attention on them, right? Maybe not this sort of attention, but some was better than none they thought.<br/><br/>"Ow..." the man muttered as one of them, he wasn't sure which, scratched his chest, "Careful, Lovelies. I'm fragile."<br/><br/>"We know. That's...""...why we picked you. Old flesh...""...tears easier."<br/><br/>The man's eyes widened as he tried to kick at them and get away. Abigale wasn't having any of that though. Hatter wanted tat and the book said that it was in a person's body. Growling a little, she pulled a small knife from her bra and stabbed the man hard in the center of his chest. He screamed and Mary covered his mouth as her sister went to work cutting his chest open down the middle. She sawed the little knife in and out. Blood flowed quickly and created dark marks on her already red shirt, "Wish he would...""...die already. It's hard...""...to get him open when he...""...struggles so much."<br/><br/>The frogman either passed out from shock or his body finally gave out as Abigale put a heel into his rib cage and pushed it till it cracked and popped. Smiling at each other, Mary let go of his now limp body and went to help her sister in prying the broken rib cage open. The girls worked side by side, their shoulders touching as they dug through the inner cavity of the man's chest. Mary bent down and actually used her teeth to get through some of the muscle, but she didn't swallow it or eat it. It wasn't like she was some kind of animal or that damned Cat after all. She had a little more class than that. <br/><br/>They pulled, cut, tore, and bit at various pieces of skin and muscles to get into the man's body. Finally, they began cutting out organs. First the hearts. Then the lungs. Then various bits of his inner tissues, "I don't think...""...we're going to find it...""...in this one."<br/><br/>Unsure of what to do, they both headed out of the alley and sat down on the curb. Abigale held Mary in her arms. With the bloody mess they'd made, it looked almost as if they had tried to kill each other and were now making up, "Maybe he meant...""...something else? A tat could be...""...a tattoo? That...""...has to be it!"<br/><br/>They both smiled, but decided to stay sitting for a little longer to rest. Tearing open a man's chest had been harder work than they remembered it being. Not that they remembered doing it before, they just had a feeling they'd done it before. Human muscle was stronger than they'd realized. They both decided they should have cooked him first. That would have made it more tender and easier to tear through. Oh well, what was done was done. Now they needed to recover a bit before going off to find someone with a nice fleshy, fresh tattoo.</span></span>