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Aug 11 2018, 02:26 PM
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dark and lonely,<br>
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Boredom was contagious. It was like a plague, it spread and contaminated you. And Gwen was not boring, no one would ever dare to describe her like that, but at that moment, she felt like the personification of boredom itself, walking towards the dock, wanting to immerse herself in a complete and undisturbed silence. Silence was also not a word that was related to the most famous dormouse of all time (don't even try to convince her otherwise, she is stubborn) but after what had happened in the last few months, she felt duller than ever. Chesh had disappeared, her best friend in the universe had vanished from the face of the earth, and Gwen missed her terribly. She had the other Wonderlanders, and some new friends she had managed to charm, like Freya. But... it wasn't the same. Everything felt quieter without the cat around.
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On top of that, she knew Hare was in town, hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to attack, and Mouse was terrified. She was not afraid of anything, neither queens nor thugs, but the man who had once stolen her heart (figuratively, I see need to mention) terrified her. Because he was completely insane, crazy, he'd lost his mind. And Gwen was the first to admit that she wasn't the most rational girl in Storybrooke, and she wasn't completely sane either, but the madness that Hare exhibited was.... icy. And she didn't want to have to deal with it again, she didn't want to have those feelings bothering her and making her doubt herself. She didn't want to encounter him, she didn't want to relive the past. However, she would have to, because she still had to tell Jefferson the news about Hare... but she would do it when the time was right. Gwen could not make the happy life that he now led collapse because of some depressing news. She'd wait, that was the right thing to do.
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Mousey sighed as the dock entered her periphery. She had thought that at such a late hour of the night, no soul would be fortunate enough to be sighted near the sea, but her assumption had been wrong. There was a brunette ahead, about her age, if she had to guess, who sat comfortably on the edge of the dock, her eyes fixed on the starry, shimmering sky. At least Gwen wouldn't be alone that night. Dormouse smiled inwardly, quietly collapsing beside the stranger, her eyes inspecting her for a few seconds. She had not seen her before, but it didn't surprise her, with new people coming in all the time, thanks to the portals, who seemed ready to fill the city to the brim. The cities had a limit, and she hoped they wouldn't exceed it anytime soon. "What's up, you're having some kind of existential crisis that brought you to the docks in the middle of the night? I often have them, not cool" they were not pleasant, at all.

<div class="tag">tag: Nathair | notes: i'm so excited for these two omg. tell me if i need to change something! | ♥</div>
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<div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px; color:#585858;line-height: 100%;text-transform: lowercase;color:#585858;"><i>anyone can betray anyone</i></div><p>

It was humiliating. Humiliating just to think of how she had ended up at the mercy of the queen she had tried to get her whole life away from. And all because a foolish traveler had gambled with her, and Mouse had fallen headlong into the trap, and now she was paying the price, being held prisoner by possibly one of the worst women that could exist in the entire world. Mousey had never had a particular like for the Queen of Hearts, in fact, she hated her with all the tiny fibers of her body, as much as she hated the Red Queen. And now she was a prisoner of one of them, and even if she tried to think, even if she tried to devise a way to escape from the small prison she had been placed in, accompanied by her equally little shackles, nothing would come to her mind. She was screwed.
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And even if the situation seemed lost, Mouse still hadn't given up. She had even tried to bite the shackles, although as expected that idea had not been exactly effective. And after so many failed attempts, she had decided to catch her breath, sitting against the bars of her tiny cell, her brow furrowed. She was frustrated, she hated to feel so helpless, so vulnerable... Cora could order her to do anything, Mouse couldn't even resist, and the thought of knowing she couldn't do anything if something bad happened was enough to upset her, more than necessary.
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Her thoughts were interrupted by the queen herself, who suddenly appeared in front of her cell. Mousey smirked, just to annoy her. She wouldn't let her see her in her weakest, most pathetic state, she'd rather die. "What's up, Queenie? Have you lost a heart? I'm afraid I haven't seen it, better luck next time" you see, pretending to feel completely good worked perfectly. "Although a quick advice, if you want to find a heart, I would first advise you to have one. Just a thought".
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<div style="font-size:9px;">tag: Cora Mills | notes: short but sweet?? tell me if i need to change something! | ♥</div>
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Frankly, she never thought working could be so exhausting. I mean, she had been working all her life, and she'd never felt so eager to throw it all out the window. And yes, before you ask, stealing was obviously a job. Many people saw it as a bad habit that had to be stopped as soon as possible, as if it were an incurable virus, but in truth it was a job that took a lot of time and dedication and subtlety and agility and patience. You had to plan all the robbery in your mind, you had to watch your step so as not to wake up unwanted people... actually, stealing was truly one of the most difficult jobs you could find.
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People preferred to concentrate on the fact that you were stealing something that didn't belong to you, rather than taking into account all the work you'd probably previously put into that robbery. Seriously, some people were so hypocritical, not even willing to give you credit for a well-done robbery. Anyway, now she wasn't stealing, oh she wished she were, she was cleaning tables like a waitress. Something she unfortunately was. A waitress who worked more than once as a bartender, something that should be forbidden or something, but she didn't care too much about it either.
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Mouse sighed exaggeratedly, frowning at seeing gum stuck under the table. "Oh, come on" What kind of person did that? I mean, she'd do it if she wanted to, she'd enjoy watching the cleaners try to peel her gum off the tables, seeing them about to throw up was always entertaining... oh no, now she was one of those cleaners. That thought just frustrated her more. No doubt, she would later on swing by Granny's and stick several chewing gum under each stool, and perhaps even some plus ones under the tables, you know, to calm herself down. Being so frustrated while you're working was probably not advisable.
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Her attention was only caught when she heard the front door open. Oh, finally someone was coming in, hallelujah. The new people were always appreciated, she needed people to talk to. "Welcome to the Rabbit Hole, where you can drown-" she paused dry, as her orbs spotted the man. "Oh for all the holy rabbits of heaven, it is you!" a smile spread across her face, unable to contain the laughter that left her throat. Will Fricking Scarlet. She had missed him so much, it had been a long time since she had last seen him, since he went... missing from Wonderland. "Chesh told me you were here, but I haven't been able to find you until now. Have you been hiding or something? I thought you were a little braver than that, Willy boy" she laughed happily, leaving the rag she was using to clean at one of the tables, and without explanation or questions, she rushed toward the other thief, wrapping him in a hug perhaps a little too tight. "Before you report me for I don't know, sexual harassment or touching harassment or some shit, it's me, Dormouse! A little changed, I know, but the same one! Now hug me back immediately, I ain't feeling like getting rejected".
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She was bored. And boredom wasn't a feeling you usually associated with the Dormouse. The Dormouse, Alice's in Wonderland most important character!. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating a little, because from what she had heard her character in that world wasn't very relevant. She was just a Dormouse who spent the whole day sleeping, and only woke up to say a few stupid things (the only detail they had probably got right), although fortunately there were also other versions of the same tale that painted her like a brave swordsman, without fear of anything, not even the queens.
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And okay, Gwen accepted it, she loved to sleep and if it were possible she would probably spend all her time in some remote part of the forest, curled up and sleeping the day. But besides being a bit sleepy, she was also brave and had killed millions of soldiers of both queens. The authors apparently preferred to give all the credit to Alice, and okay, Alice was the true protagonist plus the hero of the story, but that didn't mean that she liked the detail of all the popularity going to her. People loved Alice, and they worshipped the Mad Hatter, and Chesh, but what about her?
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It frustrated her more than she would like to admit, but she wouldn't let it affect her. She knew what she was worth, and she wouldn't let some poor book lovers tell her that she was one of the least important characters in the whole book. Without her, Hatter would surely be dead, so... the young woman shook her head, her eyes fixed on a stupid glass that apparently refused to be cleaned. No, seriously, she'd been trying to clean it for about an hour, but the stains wouldn't go away. There came a time when Gwen couldn't stand it, and deposited the glass where the clean ones were, shrugging indifferently. Nobody would know the difference.
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Mouse spun quickly as she heard the front door open, a large smile drawn on her face. "Hello! Rough day?" the people who frequented that bar used to come here with long faces and frowning, so Mouse could only assume that the woman had come because something bad had happened in her life. "Wait, are you new? I know every person who enters this sanctuary, and you... you are not a familiar face, although we can fix that" Dormouse nodded and leaned her elbows over the counter, to settle herself. What was she doing behind the counter? She was a waitress, not a bartender. Although that didn't sometimes prohibit her from acting like one..."Gwendolyn Bashmath, or Gwen, or Dormouse! Although you can call me later" she laughed amusingly after that, looking around at the real bartenders. "My fellow partners here will serve you whatever you want, since I'm just the waitress".



<h2>Olivia Colomar hope it's okay! tell me if i need to change something &hearts;</h2>

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<div id="can-line-text">She loved working in that place, something she never would have thought she could say. I mean, working had never been in her plans before, if she wanted money all she had to do was steal it, and stealing could be considered a job. But working in a job where you were paid to work, making money honestly... definitely wasn't her style, but there she was, working in an establishment where they served alcohol. Oh, to be surrounded at all hours by such an odor was like a dream come true...
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I know, it will surely be hard to believe that when she was a dormouse she had been able to drink alcohol, but oh, she had been, and she was still a big consumer. She had also tried drugs, and smoked, thanks to the caterpillar. But they were little details that frankly didn't matter to her, was there something wrong when it came to consuming any of those things?. True, many people didn't approve of alcohol or drugs, but hey, do whatever that made you happy without caring what others might tell you. In addition, Gwen had learned to control herself since she had arrived in Storybrooke, which was saying enough.
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The young woman continued to clean the tables selflessly until she heard the front door open, which clearly meant that a new client had arrived. Finally, cleaning tables was incredibly boring. Besides, how did they get so dirty? She breathed a sigh, and looked up from the table to properly look at the person who had arrived. "Hello, welcome to the place where you can drown your sorrows in alcohol and tears, take a seat" she pointed to the stools and then to the freshly cleaned tables, and then continued to clean the table. "Ask the bartender for whatever your gut asks for".


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