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Being in Storybrooke was a new opportunity, it was a new beginning in which she could start a new life, without being a criminal, without having to steal to keep herself fed, or alive, for that matter. In that town she had found all her friends, all those that she would kill for, all those people she had ever cared about... Chesh, Hatter, Alice, Will, Kit... all of them were there, and to be honest, it was the best Christmas gift that anyone could have asked for. Being gathered with them after she had been left completely alone in Wonderland was all she wanted.
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The young girl smiled while she kicked the sand, amusing herself, enjoying that winter afternoon, the Sun peering from behind a cloud. Fortunately it wasn't cold, on the other hand, a gentle breeze accompanied that beautiful afternoon. Mousey had decided to take a walk, to thus leave Jefferson and Grace to have some alone time. Given that she now lived with them, she was constantly invading their father and daughter time, so she had decided to give them a day off from her incredible person.
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Yeah... In Storybrooke all the people who she had loved and continued to love were gathered, except one. Hare. The first and last man she had handed her heart over. She still loved him, even after all he had done, even after holding her and Jefferson captive, even after Priscilla's death, even after all the pain that he had caused, her stupid heart's beat rate... continued to increase whenever his name was mentioned.
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Know if it was by her affection or anger was something that she had not yet discovered.
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Hare was the only man who could make her feel so vulnerable, so small... the only one who could make the grandiose Dormouse, someone who had never been afraid of anything and anyone, someone who even had faced the Queen herself and had survived... feel as an insignificant speck of dust. He could make her feel really scared and alone.
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Gwen shook those thoughts out of her head, and continued walking, deciding to stop thinking about that man. Although to her fortune to keep herself busy, she was soon able to spot a body lay on the sand, covered in it and also quite soaked... could portals open in the middle of the ocean? Oh, maybe he was dead... and she should care about him. Gwen ran towards the stationary body, and knelt next to him, shaking him by the shoulders. "Hey, mister, are you okay? Please tell me that you're not dead, because given my reputation, they would surely accuse me of having murdered you!" the young woman sighed, and decided to turn the body around, so that thus the poor man would be on his back, instead of with his face buried in the sand. But rolling his body over so that he could breath was a mistake. Upon seeing his face, Gwen felt as if the world to her around suddenly stopped, as if the dream of being in Storybrooke had become a nightmare...
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He couldn't be there, he should be in Wonderland, he shouldn't be there... Mouse quickly got up from where she was kneeling and backed away from him, although she stumbled upon her own feet and fell again once again onto the sand, few meters away from the body, shaking her head frantically. "H-Hare...?".

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Wonderland in those days seemed to have lost all magic. And when talking about 'those days', she referred to the days where there was absolutely nothing to do, just look around, and try to annoy someone, or perhaps go to spy on the Red Queen... But what for? Where would be the fun in that? Nowhere. She could not find anything exciting in that, and find something that might make her blood boil was just what she was looking for. She was really bored, and there was nothing around that could please her. I mean, she always did the same, day after day, always bothering the same people, and although trouble was in her code... The same people were those who bored her.
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Mouse sighed, being at least lying in that branch of all seemed to calm her, it made everything more... Bearable. Wonderland was home... But that did not mean that sometimes she had not dreamed of escaping, flying away from there and go to explore new worlds. Be able to see new things with her own eyes! Be able to meet new people, and - I don't know, do something else. Something more that what she was doing now, which was not much. Harass, hide from the Queen as the coward who she really was... Can't you see? She did nothing more. Her life was not as exciting as someone could expect.
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Sometimes she'd like to know why she was born there. I mean, everyone there seemed to have a mission, a purpose... but what about her? did she have some kind of quest there? Did she have something to do? Was there something she was unaware of? No, impossible. Mouse knew all the citizens of Wonderland, she knew every path, every cache... All of it. Though it's not like she put all that wisdom into practice, you know? I mean, most of her evenings were spent them stealing from any citizens, trying to keep the deadly illness called boredom away.
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Oh, no! But wait, she was already infected! There was no cure for it, she would die between horrible suffering, and no one would never be able to save her, because she was already doomed - too dramatic? Oh, who could live without a little bit of drama around?. Mousey laughed to herself, her macabre laughter resonating, hitting the trees surrounding her and returning to her. Even when she tried not to, even when she laughed 'innocently', her laughter sounded malevolent. She had never understood why, although she'd always thought it was a rather nice laugh, it had strength and power, it wasn't like those weak ones you could hear. Although of course, nor is it that Mousey had heard lots of laughs in her life.
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Although destiny finally smiled down at her! After waiting, it finally decided to smile. She felt the presence of someone, someone who was walking through the forests, and that someone had not being invited, but whoever it was, arrived late. Oh, fantastic, now was when the fun would begin!. Mousey got off the branch, and started to run towards the presence, stopping when she saw someone who did not belong to her world. A tall woman, with long, black hair who appeared to be a true warrior. A small chuckle left her throat, and she began to climb said woman, until she arrived at her shoulder and quietly sat on it. "Are you lost?" she asked, by tipping her head to one side. "Is there someone looking for you? If no one is looking for you, then you can't be lost, because no one would be trying to find you".


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Oh, what a beautiful day! the birds were silent, the skies were grey... and rain was wetting the entire city. Was it not simply splendid? she liked sunny days, but rainy days were those which simply drove her crazy (pun intended). No reason in particular. She just liked to see the drops of water crashing against the cold and hard ground and disappear from existence. It was something quite... poetic. Water droplets didn't have more than 10 seconds of life, wasn't that sad? they lived to die, like everyone else, in general.
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Gwen sighed, cleaning some glass that someone had managed to get all dirty. Seriously, why do some people see the need to spit into the glass after having drunk the liquid? did they believe the cup would magically fill in when receiving a spit inside? last hour news, no, it wasn't gonna happen! that's not how it worked at all. Gwen frowned slightly, still wiping the glass with more momentum. The local was not overflowing. There were some people here and there, sitting, drowning in their own misery.
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The Rabbit Hole had a more off atmosphere, more melancholic and sad, than for instance Granny's. Granny's were all smiles and nice and smiling people and families who loved getting together to eat, and instead the Rabbit Hole was for those lonely people that just wanted to forget about their problems with the only friend who they needed at that time: alcohol. Perhaps that is the reason why she had decided to work there, instead of in Granny's. Granny's was full of young and naive and friendly waitresses. The Rabbit Hole, on the other hand, didn't have any bartender at that time, so she had taken advantage of it.
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Gwen raised her gaze from the glass that she was still incredibly cleaning when she heard the front door open, and without being very educated, said: "Well, welcome to the place where you can drown your sorrows for a friendly pocket price! Take a seat and rot in silence!" then she laughed loudly, smiling. "Wow, I think that I should write that down somewhere... hasn't it sounded just perfect? who would have thunk there was a poet hiding inside of me!" Gwen smiled once again towards the brunette girl who had entered, and continued cleaning the damn glass.


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<h1>good people are like candles:</h1>

<h2><span>they burn themselves up to give others light</span></h2>

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Zombies! Oh, she was beginning to fall in love with them in a rather worrying way. But Gwen, unfortunately, had fallen in love with the way in which their heads flew away from their thick necks when she beat them up with a makeshift bat (which in reality was a stick, a pointy stick) that she had picked up from the ground. It was priceless, and she could not suppress the small smile that came over her face whenever she killed yet another zombie. It was very entertaining, seeing how their lifeless bodies fell to the ground. It vaguely reminded her of the good old times, where she could spend hours killing the guards of the Queen.
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Fine, maybe not hours. After all, she was a small Dormouse, and killing a person took its time! She always started bugging them, you know, pricking their feet with her small sword (which was a pin, but details), and then she climbed to their face - and started applying them something that she had heard being called acupuncture. Clearly, Gwen was not a professional, so she couldn't help but let her patients die!. Ooops. Something that she missed from being small, was to be able to scale people. Distract them easily. Although of course, hurt them was a slightly more difficult issue.
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Pricking and plucking out their eyes was one of her favourite hobbies! She always tried to at least take one of the guards' eyes, those who had perished at her mercy. Don't ask why, it just seemed like a way to leave her mark... booting their eyes out. She smiled slightly, sighing as she watched as the body of the zombie that she had just killed fell cleanly to the ground. Another successful work for Gwendolyn! "That's how it's done, girl! You show those no-brains who's boss!" she exclaimed, sounding excited and grateful. "I know, I know... what can I say? It's a natural talent. It's nothing, really, it's been my pleasure..." she replied, with a small bow.
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Hey, if nobody congratulated her, she'd congratulate herself.
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Then, still smiling, she returned to her path. A path that she was not sure that she had undertaken in the first place. Mousey did not know where she was heading to, but something was sure - if there were zombies where her instinct took her, then all would be welcomed! though, clearly her instinct apparently wanted to take her where a blonde woman was. Aw, she wanted zombies, not women who looked creepy! A sigh left her throat, and supporting her stick over her shoulder, she approached the stranger, biting her lower lip. "What's up?" better to add something more, uh?. "You know, you should be careful... anyone could confuse you with a zombie! we wouldn't want any misunderstandings happening, right?" the woman didn't look old, at all, but hey, if her instinct forced her to socialize, then she'd take advantage to create something similar to a friendly banter.

<h2><span>Jamie Moriarty & Sherlock Holmes</span></h2>

<h3>you can start stalking if you want, Bach <3</h3>
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<h1>Twinkle, twinkle, little bat</h1>
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Humans sucked in varied ways. Seriously, she would rather be a Dormouse, her normal and natural body, rather than continue to be a human again. And so, she could not explain why being a human was not entirely of her taste, and although she didn't hate it, she would not like to remain like that throughout the remaining of her life. And while she was not in favour of being human, as she had already clearly expressed, there were things that she really enjoyed doing, taking advantage of her new appearance. I mean - she could now act like everyone else, and besides that she was now tall! Oh yes, her height had never been a major problem, since the dormice were not especially tall - but now, she was tall and she did not have to climb the trees to see the routes. It was quite useful.
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She could also enter in public establishments, like restaurants! And fine, in Wonderland public establishments were kind of non-existent, but she knew that if they did exist, a Dormouse going there to for example order a plate of cheese would have been frowned upon. Oh yes, the food, the food! The food and drink. Normally most of the time she used to eat cheese, and although she thought that the thing about rodents loving cheese was a kind of stereotype... well, she couldn't help but also think it was ridiculous because cheese was delicious.
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She had went to Granny's and had ordered a cheese milkshake, although she had been told that there were none of that there. But a waitress had told her that she could prepare it if she insisted. Mouse had not accepted the offer, but told the waitress to remain willing to make that milkshake if she couldn't find what I wanted. And what did exactly Gwen want? What was she looking for? For nothing important, if she had to be honest. The only thing she now sought was a cheese ice cream.
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Did they exist? Gwen doubted it, but hey, there was nothing wrong with trying. So there she was, in front of the only store that served ice cream that she had been able to find. She had never tried them, and neither had she ever tried milkshakes... oh, all this was a new experience for her. She smiled slightly, and opened the door, closing it slowly when she was inside. She was willing to go and inspect all the different flavors of ice cream that were there exposed, until something caught her nose.
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Mousey sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose to realize what was what she was smelling. "Feline?" She asked aloud, confused, because she didn't see any cat around. But her sense of smell never lied.
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notes: it's 3:38 AM so I'm sorry if it's sucky. Could it have waited? Yes, but I couldn't wait so there you go.
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