☆ – This is MOI:
My full name: Alice Liddel.
My nickname: You could call me Lissy, I suppose.
My age: Seven plus ten minus two would equal… fifteen!
My gender: I have those girl parts.
My occupation: Wonderland’s unsuspecting detective.
My sexual orientation: Heterosexual.
My alignment: Uncomfortably neutral. Anyway, I’m not with the Queen.
My goals: Finding some way to get out of this backwards world to where things actually make sense again.
My role in the drama: To be perpetually lost, it seems.
My state of mind: The Cat says I’m mad, but that doesn’t really prove anything. Logically, I suppose it could be true, because in Wonderland, everything is nonsense. Everything that is, isn't, and everything that wouldn't be, it would, which would mean that sanity is madness and to be sane would actually mean to be insane. So if I'm sane, it must mean that I'm mad. Oh, what a puzzle…
☆ – Here’s a short autobiography:
Being the third child of seven is a very wretched thing, you know. You're always bound to being overlooked if you're not especially spectacular in any way, aside from the fact that you always seem to be getting into some kind of trouble. I'm so unlike my older sister, Lorina, who is practically perfect in every way. Beautiful, proper, smart… To my credit, I've always loved to learn things. I really dislike not knowing things and generally won’t admit such a thing. Sadly, I make for a poor student, as my mind constantly wanders and I am easily distracted by my own daydreams. I have little patience for boring things, I whine, and I dislike reading books with no pictures or conversation.
I always used to wish for a world of my own, where all the impossible things I thought couldn't happen, could. There is little more than can surprise me now, as I've seen a vast number of peculiar things happen since I arrived in Wonderland. At first, I thought this place to be a wonderful world, but the more time I spend trapped here, finding madness around every corner, the more I wish I could return home. Of course, just when I believe my sanity is forfeit, I find something... something... amazing. Mysterious. Wonderful. And then I become so wrapped up in discovering the something amazing, mysterious and wonderful, that I forget all about the bad parts.
Since I’ve come to Wonderland, I have met many creatures, most notably the White Rabbit (oh, why couldn’t I have taken my own advice? Who goes headfirst into a rabbit hole anyway?) and the Cheshire Cat, who seems quite eager to help me, though I have no idea why… And then, there is the March Hare and The Mad Hatter. Oh, does that Hatter make me dizzy, always talking in circles, spouting out nonsense riddles that have no logical answer. I swear, if I had no self restraint, I would punch him square in the nose. He is most maddening, insufferable… And here, now, there is a mystery afoot. They want me to find Her… whoever She is. However am I supposed to find a proper pronoun with no description of what it looks like?
☆ – Here’s a behavior report from my psychiatrist:
TO WHOMEVER THIS MAY CONCERN:
Miss Alice is a polite, well-behaved girl, but I must say that I fear for her sanity.
While I have been conversing with her, she has stopped numerous times to speak off-handedly to herself, questioning and commenting on her own thoughts and our conversations in general, giving resemblance to a one-sided conversation. While talking to oneself is not all that strange (I do so myself at some point or another when I’m alone), but she engages herself this way in an alarming rate. I'm beginning to believe that these one-sided conversations she has could be an onset symptom of Schizotypal personality disorder. But perhaps I’m simply being overcautious, as I know the mental state of Wonderlanders are generally not sane, and could be overanalyzing her innocently childish behavior for something more.
Regardless of her quirks, Miss Alice is an intelligent young girl. She appears to like engaging in interesting topics of discussion, those of which will abruptly change whenever she becomes bored of a particular subject. She speaks politely, in light of her blunt truthfulness, with excellent vocabulary I might add (though, I must say she sometimes uses more advanced words incorrectly, though I haven’t had the heart to tell her so). I have also found that mentioning her home is very upsetting, causing her to burst into a fit of tears on more than one occasion.
Miss Alice is quite cheerful, however; when I asked her about her friends, she replied very honestly, that she really has no friends at all. I believe she is quite lonely. When I inquired to this particular thought, Miss Alice quickly informed me that she is not alone at all, and indeed, it occurred to me that she had spoken of Mr. Cat, Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Hatter frequently throughout our sessions. Upon questioning her relationship, she spoke fondly of Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Cat, relaying to me how much she enjoyed their company, though rather wistfully, she added that she wished Mr. Cat wouldn’t keep bullying Mr. Rabbit.
When I touched on the particular subject of Mr. Hatter, it was obvious Miss Alice dislikes the man with a certain amount of vehemence. I’ve heard a great many things about Mr. Hatter, though I have yet to acquire the opportunity to meet the man myself. When I asked her to describe him, she quickly painted him as “a pushy, arrogant libertine.” She became extremely disgruntled when I mentioned the proverbial “thin line between” and refused that it could be anything of the sort. Shan’t mention that again. Ahem. Apparently, the only thing they can agree on is their mutual fondness for tea…
REPORT CONCLUDED.
___Signed,
_______Dr. N. O’body.
☆ – Things in my favour:
☆ making discoveries and solving puzzles.
☆ sweet foods and cute things.
☆ using good manners because it's just polite.
☆ tea. with sugar, please!
☆ my creativity and imagination -- daydreaming.
☆ cats and rabbits.
☆ the white rabbit. ❤
☆ the cheshire cat, though getting better advice from him would be nice.
☆ – Things not in my favour:
☆ curiosity. it gets me into trouble.
☆ being lost and confused.
☆ being answered with another question.
☆ rudeness and a general lack of manners.
☆ boredom.
☆ the queen of hearts. my, what an unpleasant personality.
☆ the mad hatter, especially when he's being pushy.
☆ liars and bullies.
☆ being alone -- even the hatter's company would be welcome then.
☆ – Behind the Scenes:
My Puppeteer: suntelia
suntelia · Tue Sep 01, 2009 @ 11:06pm · 0 Comments