Alice Hamilton fell through the looking glass (stilljustalice) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-01-21 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice hamilton |
Who: Alice Hamilton, NPC wannabe muggers
What: Feels and attempted mugging
When: Early morning of 21 January, 6ish
Where: Park to the Complex
Warning: V is for Violence
Status: Complete | Narrative
Alice still wasn't completely sure on what to make of this place, this time. She was fictional. Not just the similarities to being confused with the 'Alice of Legend' from a world she knew through a storybook. But there was a miniseries on television. Or had been for it was already 2013. There were others as well, shows and comics and musicals and books and web series. People with the same faces as one another yet not tied to one another. Looking like famous people. It was a lot to take in. And while she had been ready to jump right into things, find a job after a few days, she had taken Rose's advice and tried to get settled in.
Key word being tried. She was still confused as to why Hatter had felt it necessary to tell her about a possible girlfriend he had, as if there was something between the two of them. There wasn't, not really. With everything that had gone on in Wonderland, between Jack and rebellions, it was simply a battle forged connection. What she thought she felt that could possibly go beyond trust and friendship, it was simply that. And there wasn't time to consider that. So why did it matter? But clearly he thought otherwise and her guess was so would Claudia, so she had taken it upon herself to clear that whole mess up before something happened and the supposed awkwardness that was or was not there cropped up and interfered with the bigger issue at hand.
And then she'd gone silent. She read the boards but never knew what to say to people. It was like her head was spinning because she had time to actually make sense of it instead of just having to deal with whatever was thrown at her as it happened. Thinking too much and thus throwing herself. She went to the offered classes, she kept in shape at the complex gym and, like now, she went jogging in the early hours of the morning, before people woke up. Even though she spent a lot of time alone, she preferred to jog when there weren't that many people out. It was calming and she needed that calm.
Hair up and ready, the young woman left the complex building and started on her usual path to the park. It was cold, but she didn't pay it much mind. She simply ran. With everything else she had to take in about this place, it seemed only when she was out jogging that she let herself recall just what had happened in Wonderland in terms of her father. The Carpenter. Not recognizing her. And then finally remembering only to be shot, to die in her arms. She had spent so long looking for him.... convinced he'd remember, that things would be better once she found him. The belief that people always left would be gone because he'd come back. He hadn't meant to leave. And no, he hadn't. They'd taken him from her and her mother but the damage was done.
The more she thought about it, the more she let the pain fill her heart, the faster Alice ran. She knew she had to process it, process her life had come to a halt once she showed up here. Her mother wouldn't know, no matter how long she was here, her mother would be unaware. She knew that time stopped in that regard so her mother wouldn't feel abandoned by her daughter. But even though she knew she had to process it, Alice was afraid to. To finally close that chapter of her life, to acknowledge that she would never get to spend time with her father, it made it final. No more dreams of conversations and catching up. No more hope. Without that, who was she?
Noticing a group of four men ahead of her on the jogging path, Alice's eyes narrowed. So much for trying to process the death of her father. She needed to be alert. She wasn't too worried. She could handle herself, but it really wasn't the way she had wanted to start her morning. Perhaps she was being paranoid but paranoid or not, Alice wasn't letting her defenses drop. The second she did that, she was dead. Supernatural, normal, it didn't matter. At the base of the situation, that fact remained the same.
"Give us your wallet."
"I don't have one on me."
Which was true, and Alice wasn't the type to let people threaten her and scare her into submission. For better or for worse, she was stubborn and determined to protect herself. They saw someone who was weak, they didn't know she was a judo instructor, didn't know that only a few weeks previous, she had taken down a handful of suits after being in a catatonic haze of heart ache.
"Of course you don't, sweetheart."
As two of the guys moved forward, Alice ducked under them, managing to knock one off his feet. Which didn't do much but it was something.
"So you've got some bite, we're still getting what we want"
"I don't think so."
Eyes narrowed, Alice focused herself, finding a strange peace in the routine even as she started to defend herself. The action wasn't comforting or peaceful, but the familiarity, the automatic reflex and it being something that was a part of her and she had practice for so long still be of use, it was reassuring. Fighting in the cold was painful, her lungs felt like they were constricting from the exertion as the cold surrounded them, but Alice couldn't think about that right now. The conditions were far from ideal. Muscles were tight, the cold felt like it was stabbing her lungs and heart as she pushed herself more as this was far beyond jogging. But it didn't matter.
Gasping as she hit the ground, her wrist bending back, the twenty one year old rolled out of the way, kicking the fourth guy into one of the others and the two hitting the ground. Scrambling up, she noticed the ring leader advancing on her. Rearranging her positioning in order to try and protect her injured wrist as best she could, but in a closer fight, it was harder to do. But one well placed kick to the groin and he was on the ground. With the sky beginning to lighten. Since all four seemed presently distracted by their numerous injuries, Alice turned and ran back to the Complex, coughing and leaning against her door as she cradled her wrist.
"Well that's one way to start the morning..."
Sighing in annoyance, the brunette waited until she could properly breathe again before heading into her apartment and heading to the bathroom where the first aid kit was. Sprained wrist, which she was well familiar with. Wrapping it with the ace bandage. Alice took some Advil and made a cold compress. Two days of resting it, cold compress for twenty minutes every few hours and kept elevated. Just how she wanted to spend the day. Really.