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It was fun how life could change so easily, from being incredible to being a complete nightmare. That change had been the same that Gwen had experienced, although she would have gladly wished that fate on anyone else, call her selfish. She had been happy there, even comfortable, considering that she had been able to find Chesh, Alice, Hatter and the others, even though she had not yet seen Will, despite Chesh telling her he was in town. When she found him, she'd make sure she hit him hard enough in the head to make sure he didn't forget about looking for her ever again, pfft, the gall that the thief had to have.
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Now, all that had been the good things that had surprisingly appeared in her life, followed by one of the worst things that could have happened. Hare was also there, a portal had also brought him from Wonderland, and now there was what posed a grave danger to her and Jefferson. She had found him on the beach, thinking he was dead, as he had been lying in the sand without any sign that could warn her he was really alive. Perhaps at first she might have wished he were breathing and healthy, but now frankly she wished he were dead and buried, or dead and unburied, so that the crows and vultures could eat his rotten body.
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I know, too graphic and perhaps vindictive, but Gwen was someone who held grudges, and more to the man who had broken her heart, the man who had taken Priscilla away from Jefferson... she could not help but feel that Hare deserved all the horrible things that could happen to him, for which Gwen had decided to make his life a living hell. It was true that she felt slightly frightened and cowardly in his presence, but she would learn to be stronger, learn to master her stupid feelings and succeed in making him pay, as she had set out to do from the very beginning. Now surely the man would surely be seeking vengeance, he would be seeking some form of perhaps drowning them in their own blood... but oh, so would she.
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Mouse sighed, dropping a solitary coin into the dark well, waiting to hear the splash of water as it swallowed the coin. She didn't believe in wells that granted you wishes, that was simply stupid, and it's not like she had exactly made a wish, she just liked to... apparently waste her money. She really just wanted to see how deep that well really was, sue her. Mousey could have tossed a coin of less value, now that she thought about it. "Very well, this is another of the thousand ways to waste your money and have fun at the same time, I should write a book" she whispered under her breath, allowing herself a little smile. "Oh yes, the one approaching from behind super slow and tetanus, lighten up. I heard you, so you can drop the stealth thing. Too late" her dormouse senses were still active, fortunately, so it had not been difficult for her to feel an unknown presence behind her back.



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So visiting the competition hadn't been in her plans. And okay, perhaps it couldn't be considered competition either, but in her defence she would say that any bar or restaurant or establishment where they served drinks was considered competition. Now, she went to visit it not only to gather information, but she also needed a drink. And she didn't fancy letting her sorrows cloud her judgement at the Rabbit Hole. She didn't know if it was because it was there where she worked, but there was something of the idea that simply didn't... interest her at all. Gwen needed a drink, urgently. Due to a peculiar person who had decided to appear in Storybrooke... and to think that everything had been perfect. She had reunited with Hatter, Chesh, Alice... Chesh had said that Will was around, but she had not seen him. She even lived with Grace and Jefferson! Grace was a sugar cube, in case you were wondering.
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But... the next person to appear, instead of for example being someone who she could stand and appreciate, had been Hare. The man who had crushed her heart, the man who so much damage had caused her... he was there, and he was behind her and Hatter, and Mouse didn't know, she didn't know what to do. She could protect him, she was sure, but whenever she saw him, her blood froze and her body paralyzed and she couldn't breathe and Gwen couldn't just comprehend. She didn't know what he intended to do in Storybrooke, she didn't know what his intentions were, but she knew that they wouldn't be good, she knew that she should keep herself away from him, she should notify someone, ask for help... on the other hand, he hadn't said a thing to no one. Not even to Jefferson, taken that she should have done given that he it also conceded him, and nope, she hadn't spoken with Chesh about it either.
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Mouse decided to keep it to herself, she decided to suffer in silence. So far she hadn't returned to see him, not since the reunion they had had on the beach, not after escaping from there. She didn't wanna see him anyways, as it was clear. If she saw him, she surely would suffer a heart attack, or something close to it. The fear she felt towards him was indescribable. And pathetic. Dormouse, who wasn't afraid of anything, the one who had even suffered the wrath of the Red Queen and came out alive, the one who had been facing each of the dangers hidden in Wonderland, terrified of a man. But in her eyes he wasn't a man. He was a monster.
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The young woman returned to sigh, opening the door of the establishment, and closing it with a kick. "Bartender, the strongest drink you have! and don't tell me the ingredients. I don't care if whatever you give me it's made of cow pee mixed with sewage waste, as long as it makes me feel a bit better" and it was not an exaggeration. Or at least that's what she says. Mouse sat on one of the stools, burying her face in her hands. "Also, I want a straw".

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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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