<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/><br/>While normally the Dormouse would have protested her abandonment by the Cat she had so longed for she didn't notice the other girl leaving her side, didn't notice being left to sit on the cold stone of the cobbled ally way. <br/><br/>Didn't notice anything truly. A fine quiver moved through her, tremble and heart a flutter and lightly she rocked in place, her eyes unseeing. She didn't see the Hare offer the pills. Didn't see her Kitty Cat take them. Didn't see her Cat leave. Abandon her there on the street with no second thought. <br/><br/>If she had seen she likely would have followed. Would have scampered and scurried, tripping over herself to stay in her someone's shadow.<br/><br/>But she was wrapped up in the shadow of fear, consuming her mind and the Mouse had retreated to a small, slight place inside herself where it couldn't reach. It encircled her, no doubt meaning to lay siege and her heart spread with fright, thus the trembles, the quivers, the quickened breath. Instinctively her body shifted a little, crawling backwards, to the cardboard, to the shadows, to avoid, to hide. Her hair caught in a few places, the wetness of her cheeks providing dampness to cling and her thin little dress clung to her body as well, breasts heaving against the edge of it. <br/><br/>Smaller, tighter, small as can be, she curled herself up, eyes unseeing. <br/><br/>If she had a thought she might of squeezed them shut to block out the world around her. But see...it didn't exist, not now, not yet, hopefully not soon. She had lost her someone and thus surrendered herself to gloom. </span></span>