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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 12, 2007 23:39:26 GMT
That whole morning had been horrible. Seriously, you don't go to town for a few weeks and make a few little changes to you're appearance and people just have to stare. The only reason the Witch had even bothered to go at all after two weeks of hiding away at home was because he needed stuff. Because he always went int he same shops at the same times on the same days, the people who worked in them had noticed when he stopped going. So today when he had gone down to buy things, they had looked at him funny, some girl had even asked where he had been. What business of hers it was he didn't know but he didn't dare say that, so he had just shrugged and took off quick before she asked anything else. Just because he needed to shop down in that bloody town it didn't mean he wanted them to speak to him or even look at him. He was paranoid enough as it was.
The fact that he had disappeared for a wile wasn't the only reason that he had gotten a few looks today, it was more the fact that his hair was not only now jet black in color but it also grown down to just above his shoulders. Most people's hair didn't grow that much in months, let alone a few weeks. But Zeque had spell books and the help of Alice to get his hair like that. His makeup was a little different today too, not just a little dark but a thick line of eyeliner around his eyes with red eyeshadow both above and below his eyes, contrasting against his ghostly white skin. Well he felt like a change, OK? Still no need to stare. Evil town people.
Now though, in the safety of the woods where town people didn't go all that often, Zeque could calm down. He stopped walking in the piknik area and sat down on one of the wooden tables, crossing his legs infrotn of him. He told himself it was OK, they didn't suspect anything. But no matter what he told himself, he really didn't believe it. He was still convinced that they were all out to get him. Now that they had an excuse to ask questions they would. He really didn't want to go back down there again any time soon, but he would have to because if he didn't they would get even more suspicious. He shuddered at the thought.
Deciding to think about something that would take his mind off this morning, the Witch dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Why did he have a cell phone? Well, he had spent just under three hours last night looking for the bugger at the bottom of a river. It had been really hard because the phone being light had washed quite a way down stream. It was worth it though, because it was Gretal's phone. Why he hadn't thought of looking for it sooner he didn't know, but last night he had been thinking about it and realized that her cell phone would have her house number on it. That might help him find her house... It hadn't been working when he got it out of the water, but the help of a little magic had got the thing working just fine. Only thing was, he had no idea at all how to use it. Stupid cell phone needed a pin code to unlock it. Oh well, he was sure he would work it out eventually.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 12, 2007 23:50:47 GMT
Cas had a knack for being exactly where most people did not want him to be--in this case ('this case' meaning his location was based on Zeque's paranoid mood) 'where' was hanging by his hands and feet from a tree branch, his man-beautiful, smiling face directly in front of the Witch's.
He had been hanging in the tree for the good part of an hour, waiting for some unlucky fool to pass by. Imagine his surprise (and mild joy) to spy the pretty blonde witch-boy heading towards him. Except that the boy wasn't blonde anymore...he had darkened and lengthened his hair, but in Cas' opinon it was still okay. Like he cared about anyone's apperance besides his own...
The Cheshire Cat made naught a sound as he slowly, slowly hooked his claws nails into the bark of the tree branch and lower himself into the Witch's path--the silly little man was looking down at an odd bundle of metal with deep concentration...Cas couldn't begin to speculate what it was but imagined it to be some little magic toy or something.
His white-blonde hair hung about his face, which was just as upside-down as the rest of him. He was grinning like only the Cheshire Cat can as he whispered, with mock-tenderness:
"Why, hello, Mr. Witch."
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 13, 2007 0:12:17 GMT
The witch had been just fine sitting there cross legged on a picnic table, messing randomly with buttons he didn't understand on a phone he couldn't work. His freaked out mood had been going away, given another ten minuets he probably would have forgotten all about how upsetting the whole town thing had been. Then something dropped down right in front of his face. He didn't make a noise. He didn't jump. He froze up, feeling the hair on the back of his neck start to prick up. Then a chill came over him, if felt as though someone had just dropped an ice cube right down the middle of his back. Well he didn't recognize Cas as the cat that had been there when he ran into Hansel a few weeks back. He had been a cat then, now he was in his human form so to Zeque he could be anyone. All he knew was it was a guy he didn't know, who snuck up on him and knew he was a witch.
He instantly assumed that he was one of the evil town people, the ones that he was convinced were going to get him the second they got chance to. He was totally obsessed with the idea that he was going to end up either strung up or shot dead by those people. Well this guy didn't look like he had any rope... but he could have a gun.
Say something... something... anything! "Hello Mr Guy-I-Don't-Even-Know" He chirped, suddenly seeming to come back to life again. He knew it sounded stupid the second it came out but it was to late now, he hadn't been able to think of anything. Remembering that he had Gretal's cell phone in his hand he snapped it shut and put it back in his jacket pocket. Now it was safe, and it meant he could mess with the sleeves of his jacket, the way he always did when he was nervous.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 13, 2007 1:08:22 GMT
The Cheshire Cat start to laugh wildly, eyes closed and mouth open wide enough to stick his fist into it. He was still guffawing when he let himself fall from the branch and land perfectly onto the top of the picknic table, one leg's foot resting solidly on the wood while the other lay strictily horozontial. One of his hands, the fingertips from which had lately sprung claws with tips darkened by human blood, laying an inch from his knee--it was scratching out the intials C.C into the wood.
"Oh, that's right...I was a cat when you last saw me, wasn't I? About...oh, oen or two weeks ago, I'm not to good with time...you saw a devestatingly handsome feline with black fur and amber eyes? That was me, Sunny Jim, and I've come to say hello again."
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 13, 2007 1:21:14 GMT
He wasn't sure if that was good news or bad. Not only had the cat over heard way to much on there last meeting, but it could also turn into a person. There was a teeny little chance that people might not believe a cat if it told them anything, but he could turn into one of them... No no, it was fine. It had to be because until this morning Zeque had had no trouble at all with any people from down in the town. And as far as he could see, Cas didn't have a gun on him, so he didn't have that to worry over either. It would be fine.
"I remember" He nodded, giving a weak smile. He was still nervous, playing with his sleeves and already wondering how he had managed all that time without hair long enough to hide behind. "Yeah, cos you kind of reminded me of the little black cat that used to live in the taven... only she was a bit green looking... well i think it was a she anyway..." He realized he was talking about nothing and told himself silently to shut up.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 13, 2007 1:30:49 GMT
Cas suddenly gave Zeque that charming-snake grin, and his golden eyes suddenly flashed light blue...but only for a few seconds. The Witch probably hadn't noticed, being too preoccupied with his sleeves. "Mmm...That would be my darling Pretty-Paws, little witch man, and I would prefer it if you didn't refer to her as 'that little cat'. Anyways..." He shook his head as if to clear it, raising one hand. Cas didn't have guns--no, he had claws sharper than any knife, claws more dangerous than any gun...but would Zeque only know that when it was too late...when the Cat (as was very likely for him to do, as he was indeed the infamous Cheshire Cat) shoved said claws into the poor mortal's stomach and pulled out his stomach for the Witch to look at? It all depended on wether or not he was paying attention.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 13, 2007 1:44:26 GMT
That was kind of sweet in a way. This cat-person had a cat girlfriend. He didn't really see what the problem was, calling a cat a cat was hardly an insult. Zeque liked cats, black ones especially. Well he was a witch after all. "Sorry, i didn't know her name... shes OK then? Cos she dissapeard... i just thought it was cos the bar girl was nasty to her sometimes but thats town people for you-..." He was doing it again, that whole talking thing. He had to bite his tongue to get himself to shush.
Then something came to mind, though he wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to ask. He didn't really want to bring up exactly what he had been up to last time they 'met' but he really did need to know. "Can i ask you something?... Hansel, the boy you were with... did Gretal find him OK?" The idea of her wondering around the woods lost for hours on end was kind of horrible. Another idea that had popped into his head the other day was what if she had fallen int he river and downed? He would feel so guilty if she had.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 13, 2007 1:53:09 GMT
Cas put both feet solidly on the top of the table, his head tilted slightly to the right as he looked down at Zeque, encased by his hands. The claws had devolved into simple, normal fingernails. Odd. "Yes, indeed...there was lot of hugging and stuff when they did..." He said chewing on the inside of his cheek hard enough to make it bleed. He greedily swallowed it all in a trice. "And her name is Dinah...I like to call her Pretty-Paws, though...and if you must know, we prefer the term feline. Cat is just too guttural."
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 13, 2007 2:16:52 GMT
Well, at least he had that to make him feel a little better. She hadn't drown in the river, the way he had wanted it to look when he first threw her phone in the river. Thinking of the phone again he pulled it back out of his pocket and tried a few more random buttons. Nothing.
"Ok... I'll remember that" He told Cas, in answer to the cat's preferring to be called feline thing. His nervous chattering had stopped now that he had the thought of Hansel and Gretal in his head. He was starting to realize that when it came to Gretal, it wasn't just a weird liking anymore. He actually needed to find her. Before he let her out, she had said things that had really made sense. He couldn't really remember what, the way his mind worked wouldn't let him remember upsetting things very well, but he knew that she had said some things that had gotten though. He now had the idea in his head that if he could find her again, he could make her help him. Then he wouldn't be broken anymore.
"I think I'll go wonder home now, make cream cakes or somethin'" He sounded a little distant now, still thinking about how those kids were all together and happy again now and he couldn't see them. After a few moments he shook his head, coming back into the here and now. "Wanna come?" He didn't really know why he asked that or why a cat feline-person would want to go with him but you never know, maybe he liked cream cakes.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 13, 2007 2:38:27 GMT
Cas looked dumbfounded at the fact that anyone besides a fellow cat would be so nice as to let him follow them...but, then again, this was a witch. "You mean...you're actually inviting me...?" He said, blinking those large light-gold eyes of his. The shock only lasted for a couple seconds, before the Cat nodded and replied. "Okay, then...it's not like I have anything better to do."
Well, that wasn't really true...he could always talk to Dinah, and Cas simply loved to do that. But he couldn't find his Pretty-Paws anywhere, and it made him sad. Was this what caring for someone other than yourself was like? Sure, it was awesome while Dinah was there, but when she wasn't...
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 13, 2007 2:57:41 GMT
At first he didn't really get what Cas was talking about. He had actually thought that a pretty cat-person would have about a million better things to do then go round strangers houses. The witch looked pretty happy when the other male said okay. He liked to have others around him, it took his mind of depressing things. Like when Alice had been at his house a few days ago, he hadn't been upset at all then. He dropped down from the picnic table and started to walk off in the direction of the candy house.
Suddenly Zeque realized something and looked over at Cas again. "I ran off so quick last time, i don't think i told you my name. I'm Zeque, it's nice to meet you...again" OK so no doubt Hansel had already told Cas what his name was (along with how crazy he thought he was) but that didn't really count.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 13, 2007 23:14:48 GMT
Cas smirked, rising to his feet, leaping from the tabletop, then racing after Zeque, soon matching the witch's pace stride for stride. The Cat was at least a head taller than Zeque, though that wasn't too surprising--he was taller than a lot of people, or so it seemed.
"Zeque, huh? I'm the Cheshire Cat, but, please, just call me Cas. It makes things so much easier...and I don't blame you for running away. Most people whom meet me do that, anyways--I've grown used to it."
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 14, 2007 22:23:13 GMT
Zeque just smiled. It was nothing personal really, he would have darted if anyone had come along at that time, it had nothing to do with who it was. That and the fact that at the time he had Gretal to get back to anyway. He didn't want to say any of that though, he had already risked questions by bringing her up once.
"So... are you more feline or human? I don't want to offend you or anything I've just never met anyone who can turn from one to the other before" He was also wondering what the cat-person ate, he didn't really dare ask if he liked milk and fish just in case the who stereotype of what cats like thing pissed him off.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 14, 2007 23:05:34 GMT
Cas chucked softly, throwing back his head and closing his eyes. He seemed to be a very boisterous person, always laughing, joking, smiling...in fact, to any other half-cat what Zeque said wouldn't have been too funny, but, of course, this was The Cheshire Cat. "Both, my friend. My mother was a full-fledged cat, and my father...well, I'm not too certain about who or even what my father was. I guessing he just might have been a witch, like you." Cas replied, not adding that, to be his father and still be alive, a being would have to be at least 200 years old...
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 14, 2007 23:23:45 GMT
"Oh" OK so apparently Cas' mother was a cat and his father was a witch. He wasn't even going to ask how that happened. Instead he got back to thinking about what he thought Cas' liked to eat and drink, or what he liked to do. Then another question popped into his mind, one he thought it would be OK to ask because lots of people asked it when they met someone new. "Where are you from?" He was already getting the idea that he wasn't from town, he wasn't evil enough to be one of them. Well, the witch didn't think so anyway. But he had also thought Alice was a really nice sweet girl, so shows that he knows really doesn't it...
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