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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 8, 2007 22:42:36 GMT
Cas nodded, cracking his neck quietly before copying Dinah's transformation. When he was a cat, he wasn't too much taller than Dinah, not like he was when he was human, and slightly bigger, but he didn't think anyone would notice, especially if they were both running.
You bet it is...I'll just sprint out into the open. Once I get someone's...if there is anyone there at all...attention, I'll meow your name. You'll dash in there, grab the tray and pot, and meet me at the fishing place.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 0:17:04 GMT
Dinah walked forward, letting the end of her tail gently brush Cas' nose as she passed him. She then glanced over her shoulder quickly, smiling brightly and giving a playful giggle. OK no more messing around, it was all about tea now. She crouched down and edged a little closer to the edge of the trees. She could smell milk from here. And cookies. And blood. Once she had moved as close as she thought she could without being seen, Dinah waited for Cas' to move. All she had to do now was wait and listen for his meow.
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No Alice today kitty's, but the Hatter was there. And as always when Alice wasn't around, he was kind of sulky and really bored. At this moment in time he was keeping himself entertained by cutting a smiley face into the back of his right hand. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time. The bloody Goth wouldn't have seen them approaching even if they had come to close, he was sitting ont he table with his legs on a chair, facing the opposite direction.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 0:30:52 GMT
Cas froze as her tail brushed his nose, shooting his seemingly ever-present grin at Dinah before he became a small black cat-bullet, streaking out into the open and leaping onto the table. His momentum carried him a bit farther than he'd expected, and he slid about 2 feet across the table top before he was able to skid to a stop.
His grin had yet to disappear, even though he was still seething with anger at the goth for the whole leg-stab thing. The wound would heal--hell, it already mostly had--but his shame in being bested with a plain two-legged would never fade. He led nothing but his usual goofiness show, however.
Afternoon, Hattie! Lovely day,isn't it?
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 0:41:52 GMT
The Hatter was having a pretty good time hacking away at his hand. Now his hand looked much less boring, he couldn't wait to show Alice. Just as he was thinking about that, the Cheshire Cat skidded by, talking to him as if they were best friends. The bloody Goth jumped a little and quick as a flash grabbed the rim of his hat on either side with both hands, holding it down on his head.
He really did look a pratt, clinging to his hat because there was a cat near by but at least this way he knew he wasn't going to loose it again. "What do you want?" He asked, frowning slightly. He must have a reason for coming here, the Hatter expected the Cheshire cat to be mad and stay away from him for ages.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 0:48:28 GMT
The Cheshire Cat swaggered theatrically over to the Hatter, grinning all the while. Once he was standing before the goth, his amber eyes losing their broiling jubilance and his little black head falling against his fluffy chest, he answered with a very convingingly hurt voice. Oh, I see. You think I'm nothing but a theif? What happened to the old days, Hattie? You, me, and Hare used to have this sort of...group. It was fun...and then Alice showed up and you haven't been talking to me at all. I thought that by stealing your had would get you to notice me again, but... He shooked his head with a small sigh. Nevermind. What I want is to curry favor with you again...in other words, say I'm sorry. And you can let go of your stupid hat now...it doesn't look to good on me anyway.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 0:59:31 GMT
Oh please, did old Cheshie really think a sad voice and apology was going to get the Hatter to want to play with him again? He couldn't even remember much from before Alice came along. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember yesterday all that well. Still he did let go of his hat, nodding his head a little as if considering what the cat just said. No not all that nicey nice stuff, just the part about the hat not looking good on him. "Well yeah that is true" He said, not actually meaning to insult the cat.
"I don't think thats really what you want Cas... but I'm bored" He held out his bloody hand to the cat, looking at him as if waiting for him to lick the blood off for him or something. Well actually that was what he was doing. He wanted to see the face and there was to much blood in the way, besides, Cas liked blood didn't he?
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Even with her Cat hearing, Dinah couldn't properly hear what was being said over there. She couldn't help but feel a little worried after all that stuff Cas had said about the hatter. He sounded a right piece of work, but Cas was right there talking to him just fine. She had always thought goths were a little bit weird, all the ones she had seen before seemed to go to places like cafe's and bars, only to sit there with a sulky face on as if they didn't want to be there. She shook her head a little, watching and hoping that Cas would be OK.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 1:07:16 GMT
Cas did like blood...in fact, he had a glass of it every night when he couldn't have his much-adored milk. And of course the drop of blood that landed on his little pink nose did nothing to help his slight addiction. He lazily licked it off with his equally pink tongue and blinked at Hatter.
I'm not saying what you're saying isn't true...I have a lighter complexion than you, and besides, you're the Hatter, now? And you know, at least I'm not trying to rip your chest open and eat your heart, which is exactly what I could be doing right now. No...why else would I be here except to apologize, if not to steal your hat? Nah...I've devolped a consciense since that whole fiasco.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 1:30:06 GMT
The Hatter watched the cat. He really did try to listen properly and follow the conversation, but his short attention span was kicking in already. And Cas just said something about trying to rip his chest open and eat his heart. Really the cat should have known better, anything like that was just much to funny for the Hatter to not laugh at. So he burst into a fit of giggles. Not as the idea of his own chest being ripped open, or at Cas for saying it. just the whole idea of ripping and blood and hearts being eaten.
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Dinah tilted her head a little. What the hell was going on. Cas was chattering away to the Hatter about something, whatever it was must have been pretty funny because the goth was now laughing like a hyena on acid. She then reminded herself that the people here were completely insane. Her tail twitched a little. She glanced away from the two of them for a moment to see if she would see anything else of interest. Just a big table covered in tea cups and stuff.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 1:38:26 GMT
Cas didn't appreciate being laughed at, and especially with this kooky little goth who seemed to have more eyes than he did brain cells. And when Cas was disgruntled, as he was beginning to become now, he generally got violent. Listen to that little man laugh! Who did he think he was, both to 'trust', at least in part, Cas, and then to snicker at him?
The Cheshire Cat's paws both swept out at the same time, one to clip Hatter's cheek and give him a good, bloody scratch and the other to snatch the now-unprotected hat from his head. He let loose a loud, angry growl, then shot off westwards.
Laugh at me, will you? Let's see if you'll be so lucky to catch me again! He hissed over his shoulder as he ran.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 18:42:51 GMT
The Hatter shushed his laughing when the cats claws slashed his face, yipping quietly. It was not a sound something usually makes when it is hurt, it was far to happy. Well the Hatter enjoyed it. He would sound happy. "Aw Cheshie, I wasn't laughing at you, it was the ripping thing" He called after the cat, giggling again. He got up from the table and ran after the cat, still smiling and giggling every now and then. Only this time he didn't seem to be all that interested, as if he knew that he couldn't catch Cas and was just playing around.
"Anyway, you want a hat like that, have the March hair make you a white silk one. Would match you're clothes and just think, you could put a ribbon around it, just like the one on you're neck" He stopped running after a wile and just walked a bit, remembering that he was supposed to stay at the tea party and wait for Alice.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 21:40:33 GMT
Cas was frowning past the hat that was clenched in his mouth, anxiously waiting for the tell-tale sound of Dinah's feet while she rushed for the tea and tray. He slowed in his running, coming to a light canter instead of an all-out sprint.
Hmmph...okay. It would be something you'd laugh about...I'm just sensitive about that. And maybe Hare could...I can't seem to find her anywhere, though He grumbled, still obviously a bit annoyed.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 22:21:11 GMT
"Really?" He stopped walking and tilted his head to one side, then the other. Wow he really was dopey looking sometimes, it was if he couldn't even manage walking and thinking at the same time. "Last time i saw her was... ummm.... she had that doll thing" Yeah big help. He wasn't very good at time though, it wasn't just him though, wonderland was like that, even time seemed all messed up.
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Dinah waited for a few moments, just to be sure that it was definitely safe to go out there. If she ran out to quickly and got seen, she wouldn't have to time to snatch the tray and this would all be for nothing. Unable to wait any longer, the little black cat darted out into the clearing, jumping up onto the table and almost knocking over a load of cups that were stacked a little to close tot he edge. She didn't even look around to see where Cas and the Hatter where. She added a few cups to the tray then used her teeth to drag it by the handle across the table. Now there was a problem. How to get it down? The best thing she would think of (not thinking there was enough time to switch forms so that she could carry it) was to pull it down onto a soft looking chair, then down from there onto the grass. She was actually surprised when it really did work that easily. From there she could drag it easily and quickly back to the bushes.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 22:28:06 GMT
Cas saw a the flicker of black fur that was Dinah out of the corner of his eye, and almost immeaditly forced himself to look away from her general location. He would hate himself if Hatter saw her just because he couldn't control his eyes. Well, as you can imagine, that's not too much help. But I guess you can't help it, right? Ah, well...maybe I'll get lucky and find someone who has a hat I like...other than you, of course. He said casually, licking his left paw with glib laziness.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 9, 2007 22:43:13 GMT
The Hatter watched the cat, still his head tilted slightly to the side. Why did it want a hat anyway? It was a cat and if books have thought us anything it is that cats in hats are horribly annoying. He was hardly even in his human form anyway. He seriously did not need a hat. "Hmmm.... OK I'm bored now... do you know where Alice is?" If not he was going to give up waiting and go look around in that other place, outside the rabbit hole. It was fun up there because there were people. People were a whole lot of fun, they could be his friendies... or if they were nasty he could cut holes in them. He grinned just at the idea of it.
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Dinah had the tray safely int he bushes now. Sure that she was safe from sight, the cat let go of the tray and changed back into her ware-cat form. Thens he simply picked it up and ran back the rest of the way tot he fishing place to wait for Cas.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 9, 2007 22:46:30 GMT
Cas shrugged, booting Hatter's top hat back over to him so that it fell at the goth's feet. "Beats me...I usually try my best to stay away from her anyway. Listen, I gotta go...I guess I'll be seeing you around, hmm?" He gave his trademark grin to Hatter, then loped gracefully away with his black tail held high. He sensed immeaditly that Dinah had gotten the foot...and wouldn't Hattie be shocked when he and that nasty Alice returned to find their table barren? Hah! Served them right for hoarding all the milk like that. The Cheshire cat dashed towards the fishing spot, giggling to himself.
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