Week 5, Day 7 - Semi-closed, if anyone actually visits Alice at her home?
[ Alice Liddell, who other Leithians know to be a recluse and who has her large house away from others is known not to really venture outside. Others see her as snobbish in some regard, because of her nature to not interact with others, not even with a "hello". She's quiet, she keeps her gaze straight-forward and has a stony expression. And others see her as a troubled girl -- the ones who know how Alice struggles to keep herself grounded.
The whispers persist of how Alice has been found in the streets with no recollection of where she came from. She's quiet, often meek, and barely shows objections to others telling her what she should do. More importantly, the Liddell family lawyer, who is next in the line of the Liddell inheritance has stifled her. He doesn't have to admit to it, she knows he's the cause of her stay in an asylum in Westerly.
Alice is starting to change.
Early in the morning with tea at her side in a would-be dining hall for other guests, Alice has a set of papers while the little girl she took in thanks to Sion sits awkwardly in the middle at the large table, doodling over scrap papers. Both girls are tight-lipped, engrossed in their work; a heavy silence fills the air as neither one of them exchange words. Alice, a few times, peaks up from her notes to peer down at the shell-shocked little girl.
All is quiet until a well-dressed man with gray hair enters the room. Judging from his quick, heavy footsteps, Alice knows who it is: the lawyer she's come to loathe and the unfortunate executor of her parents' wishes. Malicious underneath the guise of a well-mannered Leithian. Alice speaks with a bolder voice, a voice that doesn't crack as it once did. ]
I've decided to set aside funds to aid children that have been orphaned left behind from the epidemic. A large portion.
[ She knows when she decides to invest money into something other than let himm decide, it's met with a protest. She doesn't glance up at his worn face, his sharp features, she continues with her work coldly. So unlike the girl who not even a few weeks ago broke down sobbing when he would tell her that she would be sent back to Westerly. ]
That seems so frivolous, Alice, you ought to be wiser with your money. Invest it into something practical or let me handle the expense of-
[ She pulls her head up from her work, her green eyes boring into him. ]
I think you've handled enough of my parents' money and it is a wise investment, it benefits the future generation and it's an example of good will.
What did I tell you the last time? There are people who know your eccentric behavior, they know where you come from-
[ For the first time, Alice raises her voice, standing from her seat, turning up at him as he towers over her with a stern expression. ]
I don't care if they know where I come from. My past will not define me and you cannot send me back. If you try to interfere anymore, I'll make you regret it. [ Beyond the calm face, an anger began to brew so intensely that her hands were shaking despite her demeanor. From the table, Alice calls to the little girl, gazing up at the adults with wide brown eyes. ]
Come, Gwen, let's go outside, shall we? And leave Mr. Randal to his thoughts.
[ With Gwen following behind as Alice clutched her papers, she didn't relent her gaze from his scowling face, she kept her eyes locked until they were out of the dining room completely.
At least Gwen would enjoy a walk around the Liddell Estate. ]
Week 6, Day 1 - Unwounded they go, unwounded they return
[ A gala, a social interaction Alice happened to dread. Large rooms happened to make her nervous, as she could barely handle markets on her own, time to time. The small heiress felt out of place, glancing at people that passed by, barely recalling names. Even if she was the daughter of a prominent educator on Leith and from a wealthy family, she lesser among them. Their fashions were definitely bolder than hers, as she stood there dressed in white all too tempted to shrink away from others. She wanted to return to her home, crawl back under the blanket she usually warped herself at this hour and read a book.
But Alice was on a mission. So many well-to-do Leithians were here -- stable and confident individuals unlike her. Alice who was so small no thanks to years of being deprived of food, nearly gaunt and pale was stepping in the room. She had lost her confident walk up to the gala, clutching her hands to herself. You must do this, a voice whispered in her mind, not at all like her own. It felt like it curled around her shoulders, sharp claws pressing into her shoulders. How else will you save them, Alice?
Every journey begins with a single step.
Truth be told, she loathed Westerly and it would take time to convince her otherwise. ]
I'm here for the Good Will Corps, that is all.
[ She murmured to herself, while making her way to a glass of water. ]
Then I'll go home.
Week 6, Day 3 - I grew and I throve well
[ The Peace Summit, at least, is where Alice started to thrive. She had no skills in farming, building, or technology, but at the very least, Alice was starting her dream (if it was to be called a dream). With other Leithians who were too engrossed with their work, Alice could feel comfortable in the fact gathering food and clothing for children required minimal conversation.
And let it be known Alice was a "picky" sort, going through each donation given to her. ]
Come now, would you enjoy food that would expire soon or clothing that's already dirty? Think of these children, they have lost it all, they have nothing else. What is wrong with them receiving the best?
[ She would ask this each time to anyone who would protest her telling dirty clothing or old food was fine. When assorted boxes would fill up, Alice would call for help. That is when she wasn't being stubborn, picking up things that made it difficult to look ahead. ]
Excuse me, if it is not too much trouble, could you help me carry it over there?
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[ ooc; or, alternatively, reach out to me if you want a specific prompt! ]
Alice Liddell - OTA (Leith mostly)
[ Alice Liddell, who other Leithians know to be a recluse and who has her large house away from others is known not to really venture outside. Others see her as snobbish in some regard, because of her nature to not interact with others, not even with a "hello". She's quiet, she keeps her gaze straight-forward and has a stony expression. And others see her as a troubled girl -- the ones who know how Alice struggles to keep herself grounded.
The whispers persist of how Alice has been found in the streets with no recollection of where she came from. She's quiet, often meek, and barely shows objections to others telling her what she should do. More importantly, the Liddell family lawyer, who is next in the line of the Liddell inheritance has stifled her. He doesn't have to admit to it, she knows he's the cause of her stay in an asylum in Westerly.
Alice is starting to change.
Early in the morning with tea at her side in a would-be dining hall for other guests, Alice has a set of papers while the little girl she took in thanks to Sion sits awkwardly in the middle at the large table, doodling over scrap papers. Both girls are tight-lipped, engrossed in their work; a heavy silence fills the air as neither one of them exchange words. Alice, a few times, peaks up from her notes to peer down at the shell-shocked little girl.
All is quiet until a well-dressed man with gray hair enters the room. Judging from his quick, heavy footsteps, Alice knows who it is: the lawyer she's come to loathe and the unfortunate executor of her parents' wishes. Malicious underneath the guise of a well-mannered Leithian. Alice speaks with a bolder voice, a voice that doesn't crack as it once did. ]
I've decided to set aside funds to aid children that have been orphaned left behind from the epidemic. A large portion.
[ She knows when she decides to invest money into something other than let himm decide, it's met with a protest. She doesn't glance up at his worn face, his sharp features, she continues with her work coldly. So unlike the girl who not even a few weeks ago broke down sobbing when he would tell her that she would be sent back to Westerly. ]
That seems so frivolous, Alice, you ought to be wiser with your money. Invest it into something practical or let me handle the expense of-
[ She pulls her head up from her work, her green eyes boring into him. ]
I think you've handled enough of my parents' money and it is a wise investment, it benefits the future generation and it's an example of good will.
What did I tell you the last time? There are people who know your eccentric behavior, they know where you come from-
[ For the first time, Alice raises her voice, standing from her seat, turning up at him as he towers over her with a stern expression. ]
I don't care if they know where I come from. My past will not define me and you cannot send me back. If you try to interfere anymore, I'll make you regret it. [ Beyond the calm face, an anger began to brew so intensely that her hands were shaking despite her demeanor. From the table, Alice calls to the little girl, gazing up at the adults with wide brown eyes. ]
Come, Gwen, let's go outside, shall we? And leave Mr. Randal to his thoughts.
[ With Gwen following behind as Alice clutched her papers, she didn't relent her gaze from his scowling face, she kept her eyes locked until they were out of the dining room completely.
At least Gwen would enjoy a walk around the Liddell Estate. ]
Week 6, Day 1 - Unwounded they go, unwounded they return
[ A gala, a social interaction Alice happened to dread. Large rooms happened to make her nervous, as she could barely handle markets on her own, time to time. The small heiress felt out of place, glancing at people that passed by, barely recalling names. Even if she was the daughter of a prominent educator on Leith and from a wealthy family, she lesser among them. Their fashions were definitely bolder than hers, as she stood there dressed in white all too tempted to shrink away from others. She wanted to return to her home, crawl back under the blanket she usually warped herself at this hour and read a book.
But Alice was on a mission. So many well-to-do Leithians were here -- stable and confident individuals unlike her. Alice who was so small no thanks to years of being deprived of food, nearly gaunt and pale was stepping in the room. She had lost her confident walk up to the gala, clutching her hands to herself. You must do this, a voice whispered in her mind, not at all like her own. It felt like it curled around her shoulders, sharp claws pressing into her shoulders. How else will you save them, Alice?
Every journey begins with a single step.
Truth be told, she loathed Westerly and it would take time to convince her otherwise. ]
I'm here for the Good Will Corps, that is all.
[ She murmured to herself, while making her way to a glass of water. ]
Then I'll go home.
Week 6, Day 3 - I grew and I throve well
[ The Peace Summit, at least, is where Alice started to thrive. She had no skills in farming, building, or technology, but at the very least, Alice was starting her dream (if it was to be called a dream). With other Leithians who were too engrossed with their work, Alice could feel comfortable in the fact gathering food and clothing for children required minimal conversation.
And let it be known Alice was a "picky" sort, going through each donation given to her. ]
Come now, would you enjoy food that would expire soon or clothing that's already dirty? Think of these children, they have lost it all, they have nothing else. What is wrong with them receiving the best?
[ She would ask this each time to anyone who would protest her telling dirty clothing or old food was fine. When assorted boxes would fill up, Alice would call for help. That is when she wasn't being stubborn, picking up things that made it difficult to look ahead. ]
Excuse me, if it is not too much trouble, could you help me carry it over there?
Wildcard
[ ooc; or, alternatively, reach out to me if you want a specific prompt! ]