(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, Hatter, and Anyone Else in the Hovel<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The girls turned at once, hand in hand, to see the face of the Hatter. They couldn't remember when or why they came into the service of the mad man, but as far as they were concerned, they'd always been here. They'd always been here and he'd always told them what to do. Now, just because they were given an order and understood it did not mean they would do it properly. It could take them all day to complete a simple task. There was one time the Hatter told them to fetch some water. Despite going past various tea cups, pots, pans, buckets, and pales; they tried their hardest to carry it back in their hands. Every five steps they would have to run back and cup more up into their palms and try to run back to him.<br/><br/>It hadn't been a Wednesday that day, so the fire poker got some use that day. Not that they remember any of it. All they remembered was that he eventually got his water and they had brought it to him. Since there were no marks left on their bodies from the event, they had no reason to remember it ever happened.<br/><br/>"It's your fault we didn't see...""...him. Yes I know. He's on your...""...blind side."<br/><br/>Not only did they, apparently, share a half-a-brain, but they shared eyes as well. Once the sunglasses were on, it was impossible for either of them to see out of the side that still had the lenses in them. Four eyes, but it would seem that only two of them worked at a time. Rather curious of them, but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. Very few had seen what the girls were like when they were separated and had their glasses off. Most assumed that this was some kind of game they played, but it wasn't.<br/><br/>"A tat for...""...the Hatter. Why of...""...course we will fetch...""...it for you."<br/><br/>Of course before he could have a chance to correct them, if he caught onto their mistake at all, they turned and ran off into the streets to look for a<em>tat</em>for the Hatter. What exactly a<em>tat</em>was, was beyond them, but they would find it. A good fleshy<em>tat</em>for the Hatter.<br/><br/><br/>(Finish Post IC City Streets) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138969.msg6230994#msg6230994)