(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/>There was never any sun that came into their room. Or perhaps there was just no sun. Had they ever seen the sun? Neither of them could remember. What a dreadful thing the sun was anyway. All bright and shiny, yet they weren't allowed to touch it. Why did it have to be so far away? Just to tease them probably. Anything they couldn't have was just a tease. A nuisance that needed to be rid of. Not that they could do anything about it, though not for lack of trying. They could stand on each others shoulders all day trying to reach the sun and moon, but it was just not going to happen. At least no one could say they didn't try.<br/><br/>"Time to...""...wake up."<br/><br/>One rolled one way, while the other tried to go the other way. It was hard to tell before they were dressed which was which. Both girls had identical bodies. Everyone said that twins were always different in some way physically, usually finger prints...but they weren't. It was as if they were one person with two bodies. And likely half a brain between the two of them.<br/><br/>One of them rolled right off the bed and when she hit the floor it shook and threatened to give away even under her small weight. The other, however, had forgotten that their shared bed was up against the wall and smacked right into it. Her head hitting with a loud<em>thud</em>and her giving out a small groan.<br/><br/>"You're an...""...idiot. I know.""You left a dent...""...in the wall. I know. Not like...""...anyone could tell the difference...""...anyway. Whole room looks like...""...that anyway."<br/><br/>The two grinned at each other before the one on the floor crawled over their messy, somewhat dirty bed and kissed the others forehead where a small knot was forming. The bump would be gone before they knew it and it was likely they'd both forget what they even said to each other ten minutes from now. It was just how they were. They could remember the strangest things, but not others and usually not simple things.<br/><br/>Getting dressed was almost as big a chore as getting out of bed was for the twins. Their clothing was the same, yet they seemed to feel the need to fight over who got what, "I want that one. It has...""...bigger buttons. I know. That's why I...""...want it!" this sort of thing could go on for hours between the two of them. But it rarely did. Eventually, one of them would reach over and smack the other as hard as they could and win the fight. That or the clothing item would tear and neither of them would wear it or the would each wear half of it. Today was a good day, it only took one smack for the bumped headed one to let go and decide to wear the same thing as her sister that, if measured, the buttons were the same size on.<br/><br/>Once the two were fully dressed in matching black skirts with surprisingly identical holes and tears in them, ripped stockings where the right side seemed to slump down their legs a little bit, and the same red shirt where the buttons were the same size, they slipped on their sun glasses and the world would be able to tell them apart again. Mary, with the bump on her head, had the left lenses popped out and Abigale had the right one popped out. Mary also had her shirt on backwards. How she managed to button it up like that was a mystery, but Abigale swore up and down that she didn't help her sister do it.<br/><br/>"Let's go...""...find him."<br/><br/>Their speech pattern confused people. It wasn't one of them stopping and letting the other finish. There was no break between their speaking. It was as if they shared a brain. There was no slowing down or pausing between them talking. It was one full sentence coming from two different sources. Some found it aggravating and others found it amusing. Some found it to be both depending on the mood they were in.<br/><br/>Skipping out of the room together, they made their way through the treacherous hovel. It was hard to tell what floor their room was on and they doubted even the owner of the house knew where it was. The girls only knew because they counted the steps it took to get from the door to their room. It was amazing how they could remember that, but they couldn't remember to tie their shoes most days. Climbing upstairs and then back down, crawling through a few holes in the walls, and loudly counting out their steps; the two girls eventually made it to their destination.<br/><br/>"Where is...""...he at?!"<br/><br/>They were, of course, looking for the Hatter.