+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet entranceway's characters and players?

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!

If this delicious apple in its constant, looming spin



is the spitting image of the doubts and concerns holding you back from IMMEDIATELY applying one or more characters to this game, then you have come to the right place! Boldly reach for your juicy and vitamin-filled hesitation and crush it between your teeth, with our latest, greatest and most fashionable

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Comments

[keephersafe]

[He stares at her, with the words he'd like to say bubbling up behind his tongue and sticking there. Complex thoughts are still difficult, but mostly he's wondering where she pulled all of that from.]

Beauty queen.. brains?

[R asks, his eyebrows lifting up expressively. He's been following what she's said and he thinks he's got the idea.

He grins.]

Miss.. World Peace?

[livemoore]

[ Liv smiles so brightly at that. ]

I should get a sash with an official title: Ms. Zombie, USA.

[ Although, wearing it might lead to some questions being asked that she's not ready for yet. ]

Do you know how old you are? Or...how old you think you are?

[ He looks about her age, but it's hard to tell. ]

I'm twenty-seven. I was studying to be a doctor before all of....this happened.

[keephersafe]

I'd vote for you.

[Serious nod. Ms. Zombie, USA. That could definitely be a thing. She'd win it hands down where he came from - few of the female zombies he's ever seen have been much to look at.

She asks another question, though, and he shrugs. R does a lot of shrugging. He could be thirty, or more. He doesn't know. He could be younger than her. Years pass in much the same way as months, weeks, days... time doesn't matter to you so much when you're dead.]

Don't know. Dead don't.. age. [And his appearance is no true indicator of how long he's been dead, either. He thinks it's some kind of indication of how fiercely he clings on to some twisted version of hope.] Could be.. older than you. Or... [Another shrug.]

Don't remember.

[livemoore]

Aw, thank you!

[ Liv smiles at that, then thinks about his answer. It makes sense, and he's right - zombie's don't age because, well, dead. ]

One day you will. Remember, I mean. I know you will. There's a zombie cure where I'm from, and it comes with memory loss. But it reverses itself eventually. Maybe yours will, too.

[keephersafe]

[R pauses, teetering on the edge of expressing a complex thought. She just met him, but she's already shown some patience, so perhaps she'll wait.]

Not cured. [He says, concentrating hard to keep hold of the words while they struggle like eels in his grasp. He's not healed, but things have been different ever since he brought Julie back to his cramped 747 and told her he'd keep her safe.]

Changing. Diff..erent.

[R pats his pockets and fishes out a slightly smeared, slightly crumpled polaroid. On the picture is a girl with blonde hair and pale skin - pale but alive - with her hand clasped over her heart and a sad expression on her face.

He holds onto it for a moment, then turns it around to show Liv.]

Because of her.

[livemoore]

[ Before she can explain she didn't mean she thought this was zombie cure gone wrong in his case, he's pulling out a picture, and then she leans closer, looking at it. After a few seconds, Liv looks at R again and speaks softly. ]

She's helping you become more human?

[keephersafe]

[He pulls a face at her.]

I am human.

[Dead human is still human, right? He's always stuck by that, it's one of those funny things he refuses to let go that M thinks he's weird for. He's human, just like them, except they're Living and he's Dead. It's almost as distasteful as the word 'zombie', but he can live with that one.

R turns the picture towards himself and looks at it. She left him behind and he knew it was for the best, but... he still feels a twinge in the centre of his chest when he thinks about it.]

She's... [He trails off, far more deliberate than his usual pauses between words, and strokes his thumb across the picture. Then, he tucks it away and shakes his head.] She went home.