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truly, texas is that sort of girl to not overstay a welcome. lone wolves like her are expected to not do such things, they are not allowed in society to be anything else than what fate was given to them. exiled like one she knows, or her case it was....different. patricide was not a sin the mafiosi took lightly, not even her slaughter of her familiga that night. her choice to run after setting that fire to the manor only cemented that status while nobody cared to know the truth. that a girl like her had grown tired of it all, and that she held no wish to be in this system of wolf eat wolf after her father murdered her grandfather.
but that's not here, it also isn't conversation she's willing to have after a night with a stranger. texas had risen first (as former mafia wolves do) for the sake of quietly leaving, but decided against it. instead she stayed, dressed in a nice button up shirt and black panties only while taking in hand a bit of egg and bacon for herself. she didn't expect company (honestly it's a blur on if they did anything, texas has slept with her fair share during the party) nor did she question being in this room much. she was starving and had a raging headache of her own.
so it's best to eat then worry about anything else later when a single wolf ear, pierced and everything, rises in alice's direction. her mouth was open while those wolf teeth of hers bit down into a thing of toast, how did she sleep? amber eyes fall on alice quietly while she joins in thought. she slept too well. she doesn't always, but it was enough rest for her to feel less like death from the week of partying.
"I slept fine."
quick and easy, but she's a terrible conversation partner on even her best days. not a bad listener, though, or bad for company despite her appearance and demeanor. she's only like others making do with what she has in this hellish resort.
Funnily enough, Alice hadn't held onto the detail that her counterpart wasn't fully human the night before, nor as she waded in and out of sleep earlier in the morning while trying to make sense of Texas' outline in the dark. But the way her ears seem to flick of their own accord is endearing, Alice thinks, as she settles into the space across from her company.
"That's good," the girl responds with lingering hesitation, wondering whether the other is going to continue. When she doesn't, Alice stalls further by pushing a piece of the baked good into her mouth to thoughtfully chew at it.
The last week had felt like a blur; The sensation is eerily similar to the feeling of returning from Wonderland. Disorienting and suspended, like the both of them and everyone else is waiting to see what comes next. For now, however, Alice's grumbling stomach is fully concentrated on the food, so she puts aside any curiosity about that to instead focus on what is literally right in front of her.
She isn't put off by Texas' silence. While Alice is normally quieter herself, the excitement of the events taking place has pulled a confidence out of her that she isn't sure she's ever fully experienced before. All of the clothes, the music, the atmosphere, and the food-- It's overwhelming. You don't really get the chance to live a life of luxury when your entire family goes up into flames as a child and you live the rest of it under the care of an abusive psychiatrist who, unbeknownst to you, is the one that started the fire that killed everyone and has the ultimate goal of obliterating your psyche so you never figure it out.
Alice pushes her messy hair over her shoulders as she tries to devour her breakfast politely, covering her mouth with a delicate hand as she speaks through her chewing. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm not here, living like this, anymore. Is it like this for you normally? Where you come from?"
if there was one thing, texas would have been more surprised if she did recognize she stands out among the guests in the resort. lupo aren't the norm. neither are her fellow terran's while she casually eats, the food was a godsend after being forced to avoid what she could across the week. having to eat anything that's spiked with aphrodisiacs at a party like that was not her idea of a good time; that's considerably risky to touch anything that came from staff while pretending that this is normal. she knows it's not (why would this resort be normal?) while keeping her attention half on the food and half on alice speaking. she must be new, then. that's her thought about it.
texas had taken up helping newbies somewhat, they didn't always need it, but she did feel it necessary. not with the things the resort throws at them being anything every bit hedonistic in nature or with the expectations of sex being placed upon the guests with a nasty price. "Parties? None that last for a week," she starts, her manners as a former heiress are showing since she's speaking in between eating more of her toast (that she spread jelly along after a thought it could use it) and thinking more to herself. "....though that was a new one for me that the House went with a week-long party."
she may not be the most chatty of women, but texas is reliable. she even had taken the chance earlier to fix her own hair, tied back in a messy high ponytail to reveal the pink undertones to go with already black hair. natural color, surprisingly. that often catches people off guard somewhat. parts of her body are still sore. not from the party, but from her own activities during that. texas is more or less an interesting case for someone in a resort all about sex as a transaction and pushing about intimacy as being encouraged.
a dislike of being touched by strangers, though even her friends struggle with that. touching her can be a 50/50 on if she responds to affection or stands there awkwardly for them. that and some have taken it as a challenge to see her tail wag and her ears wiggle after learning she doesn't do either. the flick of them earlier was because she heard alice move (familiga wolves train such habits into their soldiers, their children) more than moving personally on their own.
"Home for me is different, anyway."
plus her own personal problems showed her face in the resort, knowing what lies between herself and the other wolf she thought about while eating as she says that. the other lupo that always looms over her shoulders, waiting for the day that cellinia would fall apart. waiting and waiting in her half insanity and half despair.
Nothing or no one is normal about this place, Alice thinks, and that's strangely what makes it so familiar to her. Instability is a common theme in the overarching motif of her life, and the consistency in which it shows up could easily be praised—if mental fracture is a secret admirer's kind of thing.
So, a woman who is also some kind of wolf hybrid? Piece of cake for her, truly. Not even enough to make her hesitate. In actuality, it only causes her head to tilt for a second as she considers Texas' likeness to Cheshire. As far as she knows, wolves descend entirely from dogs and not felines, but both of them possess a self-assuredness that Alice always secretly resents. Texas' stoic energy doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but it does make her slide into herself a little more, cautious about coming on too strong.
Alice listens to her speak as she chews around her scone, lathering cream and jam like she hasn’t eaten in days. Before she'd arrived at this place, that was very much the case. After a week of indulging her hedonistic desires, however, Alice finds it easier to forget the barren life she had been plucked from and fall deeper into the game. It isn’t the first time she’s played it, in a sense. This is just yet another version of Wonderland to her: strange and wonderful all at the same time.
“Oh, wait...” Alice’s eyebrows furrow as she registers the implication that this is only her first time experiencing the Golden Peacock. “You’re not new like me?” It hasn’t dawned on Alice yet that this place isn’t necessarily meant to be the glorious reality they make it out to be. She’s still sipping drinks from the mirage water.
She reaches for some juice to wet her mouth, striking eyes studying Texas from her perch across the table. She’s suddenly parched, but it’s her unmet curiosities on the tip of her tongue that cause it and not so much the consistent use it’s seen over the last 168 hours. “How... how long have you been here?” Alice asks with a twang of empathy to her tone, but it conceals a concern that the woman wouldn’t still be here if she had the choice.
“Tell me about home,” she continues as she seeks out the perfectly fluffy eggs and smoky, salty bacon waiting for her next to Texas. In an attempt to show warmth, she offers her companion another piece of bacon, but holds it in a way that suggests she doesn’t intend to let it go. “Want a bite?”
seems like this made texas remember, not everyone has been here that long and has just arrived. her luck turned into this being a new girl, but that's nothing bad. her stoicism might be a bit tricky to work with, but the truth is that she's used to more chaos than some may have expected. cellinia is good at hiding her thoughts and feelings. that's a fact, by no means is it against others while that tail of hers rests calmly at her side. her ears are relaxed over being up and cautious, meaning alice by all counts is fine in her eyes.
she may not wag her tail or move said ears, it did not mean that she was openly hostile towards strangers. or in this case, a woman who seems to not realize what they're dealing with. which means....texas considers that she ought to take this on herself to help again. that's what she's always been doing when she runs into newbies with what little she could do for them. "Five months. I know people who have been here for a year or slightly less than that." this of course was spoken while texas drinks some water herself, much better. she can feel her head easing up from being dehydrated thanks to the sheer amount of days spent nonstop partying. sneaking up into the high rollers lounge could only get texas so far with some rest. she hadn't bothered with twig, but she did reach into her discarded slacks for what looks to be a lighter and a cigarette case with wolves engraved into it.
thankfully they left her an ashtray, staff had realized she was a smoker whenever she was buying cartons of them on occasion. it's a habit that she has yet to break fully, but there are some things that always would be a struggle in her life. while she knows not of wonderland (not the wonderland alice would speak of or anyone of a similar nature might) that didn't mean texas would be judgy about experiences. she has a lot of her own problems that can be attention grabbing in a more terrible sense of the word. siracusa's law of the jungle was twisted, vile. corruption ran deep and the only rule was to not kill without the word of the signora the other heads of the wolves, the familiga there.
"Mm, I'll take some by the way first. Thanks." the bacon which she takes from alice's hand did smell good, she's at her core still a predator from the scent of meat and most things like that being more bound to draw her attention. after popping the bacon in her mouth, texas chews the first thing of real food she's had in a bit after avoiding the buffet save for what seemed to be fine. that worked out for her, somehow. "Home itself is complicated. Depending on which one of my homes you mean, I've had three. The third isn't so bad, the first two are...."
her voice trails off, should she really talk about it? the mafiosi, how tiring it was? maybe she's considering that to be a bad move, while she takes her own share of the eggs and bacon. though the more texas talks, the more it might become clear that she's easier to get along with than she comes off as from her stoicism. she's quiet by nature, but she's fairly easy to talk to despite it. attentive from how amber eyes seem to be paying attention to alice while also chewing on some egg next; they're going to be here for quite some time. she might as well make the most of it.
"The first two of my homes varied more, one was considered a land of progress. People moved there with big dreams, but they all were being used in the name of that. The second....law of the jungle, if that says anything."
The implication isn't immediately concerning, but it does make Alice's eyebrows furrow. She's bound to get wrinkles before she's twenty five because of the amount of time her face spends laced with confusion. It doesn't mean that she will be there for five months, or a year, or more than that. Texas is saying it because that's what this world wants her to think, right? That people want to be here. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, if this was meant to be her psyche's way of giving Alice a break. She conveniently seems to forget that peace has never been its agenda, though. Maybe it's all the Twig she's had.
"You're welcome," she answers in a tone that sounds mildly distracted, but her attention snaps back to the present as she feels the piece of bacon slip from her fingers. There's a soft flush of warmth to her face and neck when it isn't the wolf's teeth that snatch it but her hand instead, the unspoken intention that Alice had wanted to feed Texas getting lost in translation. It's for the best, she thinks as she sits back to take another bite of her scone. Probably shouldn't try feeding a wolf, no matter how domesticated they seem.
She listens while Texas continues, intrigued by the idea that she has more than one place she considers home. "It says more than you know," she quietly returns, thinking of Wonderland and its lack of rules, or the complete disregard for any logical ones, at least. "And the third? You said it isn't so bad. Are you free, there?"
luckily it wasn't that it was lost in translation, texas had thought a pair of sharp wolf teeth coming down might not be the best of ways to start one's day. even if she's careful, there was the fact she's learned not everyone knows about lupo having differences in their bodies. unfortunately for alice, she's about to be the bearer of bad news while also holding out her fork. a fluffy egg white for her in exchange. texas could tell one of them was smoking twig, naturally, that's a perk of having senses beyond the norm of the people she's met. many of them were interested in her tail and ears.
some tried asking to pet them, others made it a game to try and get her to wag her tail or wiggle them when she doesn't do necessarily either of those things. another part that might make her stick out more from the cheshire cat himself, texas not speaking in cryptic riddles aside. "I do feel that way. Sometimes it's harder to confront the past....even if I did return to my second home for a time. The third is....there's plenty wrong with it too, but I like it. The people wandering the streets and the people I care about most are there." but that doesn't mention the other issue, her childhood friend. her friend, who was there now and ready to taunt texas, loom behind her like a shadow that'd never go away. texas did consider for a moment how much is okay to speak about from her own history. alice didn't seem the type to force someone into a friendly chat about old wounds and scars.
it felt as if there were similarities. something there that sticks out in a connection and understanding. she's understood that too well, when she gets this feeling that it means much more. being able to connect is one thing, and it reminds her strongly about how the house pushes together people, encourages them to indulge in hedonism or form these bonds as survival. to have someone that they can rely on. "It was better I left the first two, the first was my birth country and the second was the country my nonno came from and spoke fondly about to me in stories it changed a lot from those tales." if one listens closely, that siracusan word she used is, indeed, italian. similar in structure from what she learned. she learned more words here that she didn't know before in addition to that. such as burdenbeasts and clawbeasts not being terms others used or finbeasts.
"The resort, by the way, is not something to take lightly." she did feel the need to give her a warning, from how alice seems clueless it was better that way. it was also best to clear up any thoughts that might suggest her and others might desire to stay within the resort. nobody wants to with the trade-off it offers. not when it involves needing to have sex to live, really to have sex for just about anything. "When I arrived here....I was put on auction. Later I was told by a friend from the same world as me that the food provided by the House itself is spiked, the drinks are too. The only restaurant that doesn't is the Red Cardinal."
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but that's not here, it also isn't conversation she's willing to have after a night with a stranger. texas had risen first (as former mafia wolves do) for the sake of quietly leaving, but decided against it. instead she stayed, dressed in a nice button up shirt and black panties only while taking in hand a bit of egg and bacon for herself. she didn't expect company (honestly it's a blur on if they did anything, texas has slept with her fair share during the party) nor did she question being in this room much. she was starving and had a raging headache of her own.
so it's best to eat then worry about anything else later when a single wolf ear, pierced and everything, rises in alice's direction. her mouth was open while those wolf teeth of hers bit down into a thing of toast, how did she sleep? amber eyes fall on alice quietly while she joins in thought. she slept too well. she doesn't always, but it was enough rest for her to feel less like death from the week of partying.
"I slept fine."
quick and easy, but she's a terrible conversation partner on even her best days. not a bad listener, though, or bad for company despite her appearance and demeanor. she's only like others making do with what she has in this hellish resort.
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"That's good," the girl responds with lingering hesitation, wondering whether the other is going to continue. When she doesn't, Alice stalls further by pushing a piece of the baked good into her mouth to thoughtfully chew at it.
The last week had felt like a blur; The sensation is eerily similar to the feeling of returning from Wonderland. Disorienting and suspended, like the both of them and everyone else is waiting to see what comes next. For now, however, Alice's grumbling stomach is fully concentrated on the food, so she puts aside any curiosity about that to instead focus on what is literally right in front of her.
She isn't put off by Texas' silence. While Alice is normally quieter herself, the excitement of the events taking place has pulled a confidence out of her that she isn't sure she's ever fully experienced before. All of the clothes, the music, the atmosphere, and the food-- It's overwhelming. You don't really get the chance to live a life of luxury when your entire family goes up into flames as a child and you live the rest of it under the care of an abusive psychiatrist who, unbeknownst to you, is the one that started the fire that killed everyone and has the ultimate goal of obliterating your psyche so you never figure it out.
Alice pushes her messy hair over her shoulders as she tries to devour her breakfast politely, covering her mouth with a delicate hand as she speaks through her chewing. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm not here, living like this, anymore. Is it like this for you normally? Where you come from?"
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texas had taken up helping newbies somewhat, they didn't always need it, but she did feel it necessary. not with the things the resort throws at them being anything every bit hedonistic in nature or with the expectations of sex being placed upon the guests with a nasty price. "Parties? None that last for a week," she starts, her manners as a former heiress are showing since she's speaking in between eating more of her toast (that she spread jelly along after a thought it could use it) and thinking more to herself. "....though that was a new one for me that the House went with a week-long party."
she may not be the most chatty of women, but texas is reliable. she even had taken the chance earlier to fix her own hair, tied back in a messy high ponytail to reveal the pink undertones to go with already black hair. natural color, surprisingly. that often catches people off guard somewhat. parts of her body are still sore. not from the party, but from her own activities during that. texas is more or less an interesting case for someone in a resort all about sex as a transaction and pushing about intimacy as being encouraged.
a dislike of being touched by strangers, though even her friends struggle with that. touching her can be a 50/50 on if she responds to affection or stands there awkwardly for them. that and some have taken it as a challenge to see her tail wag and her ears wiggle after learning she doesn't do either. the flick of them earlier was because she heard alice move (familiga wolves train such habits into their soldiers, their children) more than moving personally on their own.
"Home for me is different, anyway."
plus her own personal problems showed her face in the resort, knowing what lies between herself and the other wolf she thought about while eating as she says that. the other lupo that always looms over her shoulders, waiting for the day that cellinia would fall apart. waiting and waiting in her half insanity and half despair.
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So, a woman who is also some kind of wolf hybrid? Piece of cake for her, truly. Not even enough to make her hesitate. In actuality, it only causes her head to tilt for a second as she considers Texas' likeness to Cheshire. As far as she knows, wolves descend entirely from dogs and not felines, but both of them possess a self-assuredness that Alice always secretly resents. Texas' stoic energy doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but it does make her slide into herself a little more, cautious about coming on too strong.
Alice listens to her speak as she chews around her scone, lathering cream and jam like she hasn’t eaten in days. Before she'd arrived at this place, that was very much the case. After a week of indulging her hedonistic desires, however, Alice finds it easier to forget the barren life she had been plucked from and fall deeper into the game. It isn’t the first time she’s played it, in a sense. This is just yet another version of Wonderland to her: strange and wonderful all at the same time.
“Oh, wait...” Alice’s eyebrows furrow as she registers the implication that this is only her first time experiencing the Golden Peacock. “You’re not new like me?” It hasn’t dawned on Alice yet that this place isn’t necessarily meant to be the glorious reality they make it out to be. She’s still sipping drinks from the mirage water.
She reaches for some juice to wet her mouth, striking eyes studying Texas from her perch across the table. She’s suddenly parched, but it’s her unmet curiosities on the tip of her tongue that cause it and not so much the consistent use it’s seen over the last 168 hours. “How... how long have you been here?” Alice asks with a twang of empathy to her tone, but it conceals a concern that the woman wouldn’t still be here if she had the choice.
“Tell me about home,” she continues as she seeks out the perfectly fluffy eggs and smoky, salty bacon waiting for her next to Texas. In an attempt to show warmth, she offers her companion another piece of bacon, but holds it in a way that suggests she doesn’t intend to let it go. “Want a bite?”
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she may not wag her tail or move said ears, it did not mean that she was openly hostile towards strangers. or in this case, a woman who seems to not realize what they're dealing with. which means....texas considers that she ought to take this on herself to help again. that's what she's always been doing when she runs into newbies with what little she could do for them. "Five months. I know people who have been here for a year or slightly less than that." this of course was spoken while texas drinks some water herself, much better. she can feel her head easing up from being dehydrated thanks to the sheer amount of days spent nonstop partying. sneaking up into the high rollers lounge could only get texas so far with some rest. she hadn't bothered with twig, but she did reach into her discarded slacks for what looks to be a lighter and a cigarette case with wolves engraved into it.
thankfully they left her an ashtray, staff had realized she was a smoker whenever she was buying cartons of them on occasion. it's a habit that she has yet to break fully, but there are some things that always would be a struggle in her life. while she knows not of wonderland (not the wonderland alice would speak of or anyone of a similar nature might) that didn't mean texas would be judgy about experiences. she has a lot of her own problems that can be attention grabbing in a more terrible sense of the word. siracusa's law of the jungle was twisted, vile. corruption ran deep and the only rule was to not kill without the word of the signora the other heads of the wolves, the familiga there.
"Mm, I'll take some by the way first. Thanks." the bacon which she takes from alice's hand did smell good, she's at her core still a predator from the scent of meat and most things like that being more bound to draw her attention. after popping the bacon in her mouth, texas chews the first thing of real food she's had in a bit after avoiding the buffet save for what seemed to be fine. that worked out for her, somehow. "Home itself is complicated. Depending on which one of my homes you mean, I've had three. The third isn't so bad, the first two are...."
her voice trails off, should she really talk about it? the mafiosi, how tiring it was? maybe she's considering that to be a bad move, while she takes her own share of the eggs and bacon. though the more texas talks, the more it might become clear that she's easier to get along with than she comes off as from her stoicism. she's quiet by nature, but she's fairly easy to talk to despite it. attentive from how amber eyes seem to be paying attention to alice while also chewing on some egg next; they're going to be here for quite some time. she might as well make the most of it.
"The first two of my homes varied more, one was considered a land of progress. People moved there with big dreams, but they all were being used in the name of that. The second....law of the jungle, if that says anything."
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"You're welcome," she answers in a tone that sounds mildly distracted, but her attention snaps back to the present as she feels the piece of bacon slip from her fingers. There's a soft flush of warmth to her face and neck when it isn't the wolf's teeth that snatch it but her hand instead, the unspoken intention that Alice had wanted to feed Texas getting lost in translation. It's for the best, she thinks as she sits back to take another bite of her scone. Probably shouldn't try feeding a wolf, no matter how domesticated they seem.
She listens while Texas continues, intrigued by the idea that she has more than one place she considers home. "It says more than you know," she quietly returns, thinking of Wonderland and its lack of rules, or the complete disregard for any logical ones, at least. "And the third? You said it isn't so bad. Are you free, there?"
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some tried asking to pet them, others made it a game to try and get her to wag her tail or wiggle them when she doesn't do necessarily either of those things. another part that might make her stick out more from the cheshire cat himself, texas not speaking in cryptic riddles aside. "I do feel that way. Sometimes it's harder to confront the past....even if I did return to my second home for a time. The third is....there's plenty wrong with it too, but I like it. The people wandering the streets and the people I care about most are there." but that doesn't mention the other issue, her childhood friend. her friend, who was there now and ready to taunt texas, loom behind her like a shadow that'd never go away. texas did consider for a moment how much is okay to speak about from her own history. alice didn't seem the type to force someone into a friendly chat about old wounds and scars.
it felt as if there were similarities. something there that sticks out in a connection and understanding. she's understood that too well, when she gets this feeling that it means much more. being able to connect is one thing, and it reminds her strongly about how the house pushes together people, encourages them to indulge in hedonism or form these bonds as survival. to have someone that they can rely on. "It was better I left the first two, the first was my birth country and the second was the country my nonno came from and spoke fondly about to me in stories it changed a lot from those tales." if one listens closely, that siracusan word she used is, indeed, italian. similar in structure from what she learned. she learned more words here that she didn't know before in addition to that. such as burdenbeasts and clawbeasts not being terms others used or finbeasts.
"The resort, by the way, is not something to take lightly." she did feel the need to give her a warning, from how alice seems clueless it was better that way. it was also best to clear up any thoughts that might suggest her and others might desire to stay within the resort. nobody wants to with the trade-off it offers. not when it involves needing to have sex to live, really to have sex for just about anything. "When I arrived here....I was put on auction. Later I was told by a friend from the same world as me that the food provided by the House itself is spiked, the drinks are too. The only restaurant that doesn't is the Red Cardinal."