Who: Hatter and Alice What: Hatter is a woman, but not an anorexic one and needs to eat! When: Saturday morning Where: Near the cafeteria Rating: I'm gonna have to go R, just in case Status: Incomplete
Really, Hatter was doing quite well with the change. If you counted avoiding one's girlfriend, not going out in public except to find hiding places, and being unable to even touch himself as 'quite well'. Really, considering the trauma that it involved, he thought he was holding up quite well. Granted he'd been wearing the same two pairs of pants all week because they were the only ones who fit his awful new womanly hips. And he regretted ever admiring breasts and couldn't understand why some women ran around without bras considering he couldn't stand the dangling feeling of them just...hanging there.
But really, other than that, he was doing great!
He hadn't taken the time to make friends with most people in this place, because he'd truly believed they'd be getting the hell out soon. So it was easy enough to avoid the few people he did know. He just had to be extra careful not to pass Shannon in the bathroom and to make excuses to not see Alice. He'd make it up to her, eventually. Honestly, he would. But he was not facing her, not looking like this. Even if he had to admit, he was pretty fit for a woman.
But the fact was, he was starving. He'd tried to stock up on some things the few times he'd gone out, but he'd run out again Friday morning and by the next day, he was so hungry he was getting pissed off. And an angry Hatter wasn't good for anyone to have around. Not when he'd sworn he'd never have to fight for his food again. Dressing in one of his loosest shirts, throwing on a baggy jacket, and wearing suitable-pair-of-pants-number-one, he slipped out into the hall after a very long watch to make sure no one was coming. His longer-than-usual hair had to hang loose, because there was no way he was borrowing a hair tie from Shannon, nor did he really know how to use one. And he skipped any of his trademark hats, for fear of being too easily recognized. He had to hit the cafeteria and he had to grab enough food for another day or three. This couldn't go on.