Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]
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				Title: <strong>Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 21:44:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:The Broken Cup:~</span></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Nobody knows who own's the joint, but what they do know is that it's best not to ask.&nbsp; Those who ask...tend to disappear.&nbsp; The glass is dirty, the floors are clean and the tables are set for tea, twenty four hours a day.&nbsp; &nbsp; The doors here never close.&nbsp; You can have it by the cup or the shot glass and the biscuits have a bit more bite than what one might expect.&nbsp; <br><br>The tables are as mismatched as the chairs and there's been more than a few small brawls to ensure that everything that isn't bolted down...like the tables, have a look that's beaten and bruised.&nbsp; Which is good, because so do most of the occupants.<br><br>Here the people have faces, real faces, that are always there even when you're not looking and they watch, oh they watch and they talk.&nbsp; Because here it's neutral.&nbsp; Here it's safe.&nbsp; Safe on the inside, safe from the outside, but not...safe from each other.&nbsp; It's respect that keeps a thin balance here, but respect comes in many shapes and forms when appreciation can also be equated to a slap in the face.&nbsp; Who is to say what it is?<br><br>There's four doors in and six doors out and five chairs to a table but finding them can be tricky at times. Coming and going, well you are observed, noted.&nbsp; You best play nice here.&nbsp; Even if no one knows who owns it all know who runs it and everyone's got a tab.&nbsp; It's who the house sells yours too, that you need to worry about.<br><br>What do we mean, you ask?<br><br>Not your soul, surely.&nbsp; Just your tab.&nbsp; <br><br>The Rabbit's got fingers in everyone's pie, but there's a steady going rate of exchange.&nbsp; And her, well her you never know what to expect. Smile or frown, she's quick and always knows the time, taunting, taunting that those who come are always late while her messengers are always early. Gleaming eyes note everyone and everything and to who she shares no one really knows. Rabbit's have long ears you know; long ears and sharp teeth. So sweet she seems, so angelic perhaps but the innocence is just a mask.&nbsp; <br><br>So you want someone's tab, that's fine, that's fine.&nbsp; But the price is always different and the means of collection....well, so long as the house is paid...they can collect in absolutely any way they please.</span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 01:22:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name</strong>: Rabbit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Open.</em><br><br>It was just precisely opening for the 'front' bit of business [and well they only closed for an hour or so but time had paused according to <em>her</em> watch and since it was proper time kept by her then they had never closed at all], not a moment too late or too early when she had the doors opened by those who worked for her in the Pub. Those who worked for her in the back where strictly told to stay in the back or be sharply about their business with her particular watches that told her just when they were. <br><br>Never late, not on her watch. <br><br>A edged smile quirked one side of full lips painted a shade akin to bubblegum, or perhaps they were just naturally that shade. She couldn't recall and well she did sort of have a <em>thing</em> about makeup. <br><br>Today's mood was decidedly mellow, well almost, comparatively for the Wench of the Pub. She perched on the edge of the bar humming a little ditty under her breath that seemed at odds with her thing for time. <br><br>Today's mood was playful. <br><br>Lucky for the patrons no doubt. Just so long as they remembered her due, though the first few through the door had that smile blossoming into something so sweet a few inhaled a touch shakily. It was fetching, that sweet mild smile but so very very out of place here. Granted she seemed out of place in the mismatched squalor and cleanliness. <br><br>Today she had selected white and a violet, matching the oddity of her duotoned hair for her outfit; the violet bodice of it was off shoulder, flashing that milky pale skin, flawless save for a bite from her lover the night before, and along the back a few nail marks too, she liked it rough after all, but the bodice had little puff sleeves that hinted at innocence even as the sweet heart neckline hinted at decadence; teased of course with a delicate ruffle of white lace on the top. She did have a rather nice full bosom after all. It certainly got looks. The skirt started just below her ribs, full with ruffled petticoats of violet and black interspersed but the skirt itself was as white as part of her hair and upon her hands were lacy fingerless gloves. Thigh high stockings, sheer and white with little black bows, covered <em>most</em> of the exposed leg and vanished into a pair of six inch platform heels of shinny violet leather. A black ribbon wrapped around her waist where the bodice and skirt joined and tied in a nice big bow in the back. <br><br>The fact that said ribbon could tie her up was known to a few....Everything had its place after all. <br><br>Including bondage, but not till after the first tea time at least, there was work to do. There was after all a time for everything. Thinking that she fetched out her watch for the day, a pretty white gold affair, a gift from Hatter, or perhaps the Hare, regardless it was her's now. She watched seconds tic by until a full minute had passed and then lept off the bar to go ...not quiet bouncing nor dancing but certainly not walking, about the room, a smile for familiar faces and always ears turned toward news. A time for everything. <br><br>What everything today's time was for wasn't yet decided though.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 00:28:13</strong>
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				(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/knaveofheartstaintedmini.png)<br><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Ilosovic Stayne (Knave)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rabbit<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">One of the four doors into the shop was pushed open and an unusually tall man made his way inside. Behind him, a small girl, probably around her late teens, came in with him. The man looked well dressed, clean, and well groomed. Not a single strand of his blond hair was out of place and the metal eye patch over his right eye was shined to perfection. His booted feet thudded heavily on the floor as he made his way over to one of the tables and settled down. With a snap of his fingers, one of the girls came rushing after and sat down on the floor next to him, laying her head in his lap like some kind of puppy.<br><br>The girl, for how clean the man was, was that much worse. Her red hair was stringy and yet still somehow matted. Her face, had it been clean, would have been as pale as the man's. As it were, her face was so dirty and bruised that it was hard to tell what color her skin was naturally. Her clothing was even worse off than she was. The shirt, what was left of it, clung to her body as tightly as possible and was stitched together with string and safety pins in many places. Other than a pair of holey, purple socks, the shirt was the only thing the girl appeared to be wearing. It was long enough to go down to her knees, but holes in it allowed small peeks at her stomach, hips, and thighs. Her eyes were lifeless and dead. It was almost as if she'd been pulled right out of the ground and was a walking corpse. Even though her eyes were lifeless, there were small tears falling out of them every now and then.<br><br>"What did I tell you? No tears till we go see Hare. I don't want you wasting them like that. If you must cry, at least do it into a tea cup," his voice was steely and cold as he spoke. Despite that, his fingers stroked her matted hair in the most tender way, "I will even get you a cup," looking around for a moment, he spotted the Rabbit, "We need a new cup. New cup," he yelled before turning his attention back to the girl in his lap.<br><br>"I don't even know why you're crying. I was much kinder to you than I was to your sister. For what you both did, you both should have been punish equally, but I can't deny I've always had a soft spot for you, Berry. Perhaps you can both go back tomorrow and make up for what you did today before you do it," the girl nodded lightly, "Good, your mother will be happy to hear that. You will have to carry her though. Even though you are redoing today tomorrow, she will still have had her punishment. A wheelchair should take care of it. Alright?"<br><br>The girl just nodded again before putting her head back into his lap, "I need a tea cup for her tears," he said, again. Ilosovic did not like repeating himself, but he would do so to make a point. Having only one eye himself, he did not know the joy of being able to truly cry ones eyes out. The only way the poor Knave could know the joys of crying was to watch little things like this Berry girl cry her eyes out, "Perhaps next time you girls will remember to plant the red roses for your mother's balcony instead of those white ones. Silly girls, thinking you could trick her by painting them red. You should have known she would find out and you know she always sends you girls to me when you misbehave," the girl just whimpered in his lap as his fingers gripped her shoulder for a moment before relaxing.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 04:31:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name</strong>: Rabbit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Knave.</em><br><br>The Knave was a handsome man, heartless and odd that because he was the Knave of Hearts, but perhaps that was because he was so cruel at times. Irony fit just as well as fitting words here in this place. Still he was part of the 'Court' and knew no manners. She paused in her stroll, hands upon hips and a eyebrow arched with that edge to her smile that hinted, hinted to listen, to beware. "Manners Knave, but then you are a Knave so I suppose they are behind you. Its going on your tap..." <br><br>Light warning, teasing and she gave him a wink, a slight twitch of her nose before she flounced back toward the bar humming a ditty and swinging the white gold watch from her fingers. Tick tock. Time went by, step after step. Reaching the counter she hoisted herself up to lean over it and bend, grasping a new cup from under the bar and nearly flashing the room; they did get an eyeful of violet and black petticoats. Follow down the rabbit hole only if you dare, and that hole was one of the most dangerous particularly if in the fall down its depths the seeker was lacking. Lacking was always so sad, but standards must be kept. All knew the Rabbit, while a Wench, a Flirt and a Tease was particular about nearly everything, her habits were set and the only one who could change them was her. Depending on mood. <br><br>Still playful in mood. <br><br>Cup in hand, once pink or red perhaps but faded and chipped she bounced off the bar and back the way she had come. And because there was a Tart who was not acting at all as a <em>tart</em> should and so she tartly set down the cup with a smile and then leaned back, one hand on a cocked hip and grey eyes glinting. "Crying little Tart, I suppose you're a sweet one." She tsked. "How lucky the Queen is to have you to keep them in line. Anything else you desire Ilosovic? There is time to be kept."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 16:37:55</strong>
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				(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/knaveofheartstaintedmini.png)<br><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Ilosovic Stayne (Knave)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rabbit<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Using an empty cup and giving it back to you goes on my tap?" he questioned with a smirk, "I suppose there is nothing to be done about it. Perhaps a small favor to you would help to wipe some of that tab clean," though he was fairly certain that the Rabbit was not one to try and exchange favors. What she got back from him might not be what she was expecting and he expected that she somehow knew that, "I could always give you more time so that you wouldn't have to worry about keeping it," he wasn't certain how he would give more time, but he knew he could figure it out and that she likely wouldn't like the result. Time was hard to keep and easily lost. The Knave knew that, but he also knew that everything could be regotten if enough effot was put into it.<br><br>Reaching over, he grabbed up the tea cup and held it to the girl who proceeded to let her tears fall into it, "Tarts can be surpringly sour as well, you know. They don't always have to be sweet. Especially berry ones. Some berries need more time to become ripe and sweet. This one hasn't fully ripened yet. But she is learning," he pet the girl's hair a little before turning back to the hostess, waitress, whatever she was. <br><br>"I desire several things, Rabbit. Namely the right eye of a certain Cat. Can you help me with that or does it go against this place's peaceful intent? And yes, the Queen is lucky to have me," not that he'd touch her with a ten foot fishing pole with a sharp hook on it. Ilosovic had very little decency, but he wasn't about to touch that breeding cow. He got what he needed from her and did his job well. That was all that mattered. Though now and then, he tried to figure out why he worked for her. There was nothing holding him to her service or forcing him to take care of her girls the way he did. He really wasn't sure why he did it. He wondered if there was some sort of job out there that would allow him the same liberties, but for a better employer. <br><br>The Knave thought about this for a moment, "Strike what I said about the eye. I will take care of that myself. I desire better employment. Preferably with the same pay," his one eye glanced down at the girl in his lap, "But for someone less detestable," he didn't even think about the Hare. Ilosovic didn't believe in friendship, but he did have loyalties and trust. The Hare was the only person he had both of those for. To leave the Queen might put him on the Hare's bad side. Though he supposed it would depend on who his new employer was, "I'm tired of that cow."<br><br>He had no fear of the Tart running back to her mother about this conversation. Mostly because the horse was nearly wrapped around his finger. All he would have to do is whisper in her ear like a lover, as much as he despised to do so, and tell her that her Tart was simply misbehaving again. That would land her back into his lap and he would be much harsher on her that time than he was this time, "Anything you can do about that Rabbit? Or are you really that hard up on time that you cannot assist me?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 20:18:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name</strong>: Rabbit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Knave.</em><br><br>A laugh, throaty and husky as she leaned forward, hands braced on the table and <em>almost</em> flaunted him some cleavage. "Everything has a price Ilosovic, would you care to tell me yours?" Another laugh and she perched on the table, skirts rustling in a teasing manner as she crossed her legs and tilted her head consideringly, watching him collect the tears from the young Tart; she made a show of musing over what small favor he might be able to do in exchange. "Oh no no, see its not the cup that truly holds a price but rather the time it took me to get it. Time, time is everything and I keep time quiet well myself with no help from you." <br><br>White and violet hair shifted as she shook her head, giggling at the thought of him providing her time. "Procure you can almost anything in Wonderland but time is mine." Absently she withdrew her chosen watch for the day, caressing it almost lovingly, the stroke of her fingers a sensual tease that attracted a few eyes of other patrons. "I've never much cared for berries..." The Rabbit mused aloud glancing at the sniffling girl with disdain. <br><br>Act like prey and you were prey. Soft sweet things to be gobbled up or tormented and she quiet preferred her position as tease and taunt, as Time keeper and Hatter's disruptor. So many different hats she had and all of them made her useful, powerful, not a threat but safe to do as she liked. <br><br>Just as she liked. <br><br>The mention of a certain Cat had her snorting and she shook her head at the though she was tempted. Pesky Cat so often tweaking her beloved clocks and watches and setting things to be quiet mad. Everything was insane here, but she liked her insanity just so. "The Cat and I both work for the same man and I'd rather not make him any madder then he is innately so you are on your own there." She fluffed her hair then, for she was ever a creature of action, not one to simply sit still and she swung out her legs, flashing pretty legs and stockings as she hummed. "Employment, well can't help you there, unless you wanted to work here, the Cup is always busy and I have other hats to done and see to; yet...yet...Hatter gives me those hats so perhaps not. Tangled web those three weave." Another laugh, and the three she thought of were of course Hatter, Hare and Queen. Hare and Hatter got along well enough when they weren't at business odds with one another; she should know. Her own relationship with the Hare was on the far side of strange. <br><br>And so her head tilted, grey eyes assessing as a finger twirled snow white hair around it and her lips pursed. "This is suppose to be a equal ground and we do from time to time need help when people get frisky. For some reason they don't take me seriously till I kick their sorry asses but you are scary&nbsp; enough I suppose...And then of course there's the attempt to keep up with the Caterpillar but he only cares for questions and answers and in the end it all comes back to the three. Shame, rumbles are there might be a new faction forming but I doubt they will allow it. So I fear I only have so much to share." A glance down at her watch, noting the time and she smiled, almost like a cat in cream but not quiet, no, she was not feline. <br><br>"Tick tock, so what say you of time?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [IC-The Broken Cup.]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 05:09:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 19pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>New Scene</strong></em></span></span></div><br><br><br><span style="font-family: Ravi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name</strong>: Rabbit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Broken Cup<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Open.</em><br><br>Time had spun away from her. <br><br>Or rather with her, that was the proper term of it she thought. With, always with because time, well that was <em>hers</em> and she was the only one in Wonderland to have the proper time. It was such a precise art, to keep, to harness, to cosset and given to such a capricious and unpredictable guardian. If one could call her a guardian. The two toned haired lass could be called a lot of things, some she enjoyed, others enraged her and those, well those all depended on mood. What worked one second didn't work the other. It was all a matter of timing, such a fine art.... <br><br>She blinked, grey eyes gleaming in the light oddly for a moment, catching from the fireplaces perhaps and seeming eerily red. But then they were simply that sweet dove grey color, at least for the moment. Her most natural hue was like the steel of a fine made watch hand she thought, metallic, sharp, gleaming and pretty. <br><br>But careful otherwise... cut. <br><br>Cut who? She? Herself? Or others? Her mood was wavering, the affect of time running away. The Rabbit frowned to herself, rubbing her temples as she slumped in a back room; she loathed when the time spun away with her, it made the world feel like it was in free fall. It meant <em>she</em> was in free fall. Up or down, as of yet she didn't just know. Perhaps cutting would tell but there was work to do, her pocket watch chiming to remind her. One hat doffed, another to don. She had seen to Hatter's deliveries before the haze, or perhaps during it. The Knave had been by and had failed to offer something to compensate for her time. Rather rude of him. Time was so precious after all. <br><br>With a moue in her lips she straightened from the counter she had leaned against and clattered quickly down stairs, into the basement. Her den, burrow, whatever one wanted to call it. The den was more her domain then even the rest of the Broken Cup, and here she did rule. However here was her sleeping area, her clothing, her personal effects. Was it day or night? She knew the time but not the nature of the light outside, she didn't often go outside of course, not with her duties here, not unless the Hatter fetched her or she was in need of the Hare. That made her nose wrinkle for she was forever caught between the two and her nose twitched as she realized she couldn't tell which one would do for her mood tonight. Hands swiftly, but mindful of being nice to her clothing, discarded her outfit and she went through the closet that was half the size of the Cup underground. Hats were put on display, gifts as they were, but her watches, oh her watches were enshrined. And then there was the skirts, the dresses, the few pants, slacks or jeans, the blouses, the ribbons, the flounces, the bows. Her tongue tapped her lower lip as she contemplated what to wear. <br><br>Color was expressive after all. <br><br>But her eyes, as ever when she was nude and in this room, were drawn to her watches. The one that beckoned her this time was old tarnished gold and bronze, aged beautifully and inlaid with rubies. Red then. Red and white. Hips swayed as she riffled through her garments, tugging on a pair of sinful panties with a bow on the back of them, she followed it with white thigh highs that were edged in red lace as well. Red leather heels strapped to her feet before she plucked up a bra that matched her panties. A Rabbit had to be neat after all; she was a representation, a mediator, a ruler, even in her own small domain. And she always chose her clothing, neither of the H's could force her in that; it was her image and she was not prey. <br><br>It didn't matter that she wasn't predator either. <br><br>A white dress, so very innocent was selected, granted its innocence was questionable considering how short it was, flashing the tops of her thigh highs readily, with a baby doll cut to the top, little puff sleeves, a sloped neckline. Her next object was clever, she thought, red supple leather vest to close around her ribs, to offer up her breasts almost to view but not quiet. She flirted at the edge, as always. Because in truth she was always, in her mind, in body, in everything, flirting at the edge. Of everything. It could be rather tricky but time, ah time let her handle it. Her hair she actually caught back a bit, half of it left down, tied in a silky crimson red bow. No hat, for she hadn't chosen. There was that edge and appearances, well they could send signals after all. <br><br>Neither H would presume too much. She hoped. Otherwise they might have to have words. <br><br>The watch was plucked up, caressed and she gazed at her nails before tucking it between her breasts to warm the melt, shivering happily at its coolness before she settled with that familiar flounce of hers onto a chair and started painting her nails white and red stripped to go with her outfit. Her makeup was redone as well, just a hint of red around her lids, blurred out to white, to her skin. Her lips she left that so perfect pale pink, just glossed them and then smiled, giggling to herself when she noted her little fangs were a touch sharp. Yes, the edge. <br><br>She hummed as she danced up the stairs and then into the pub itself, rather then the back warren or the upper stories, her room was locked behind her, key tucked within her bra and her hands caressed her watch as grey eyes flickered over the common room thoughtfully. Time was of the essence, but for what she didn't know yet. It would become clear though, it always did. She made certain the waitresses were doing their jobs, that the tea was fresh, another timing trick and then perched on the counter, watching, waiting, all the while her fingers stroking the top case of the watch sensuously. </span></span>
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