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Jeannie Lampanelli (neverduplicated) wrote,
@ 2008-03-18 14:32:00

Current mood:

scared

[OOC: Entry is ripped out of journal and slipped under the solitary door. Anyone can read it if they see it lying around. Her writing is frantic and a lot less cartoony than it usually is.]

It's dark in here

It's small

It's too small

I feel like the walls are closing in and it's so small, why isn't there more room in here?

I can't breathe! I swear, it's like I'm being squished, and I can't move around as much as I want to, and there's no where to go, and this window isn't big enough it's so tiny and I can hardly reach it to see out of it

It's too small why did they have to make this room so small

I did something good, I was just doing something good, and I had to do something bad to do it and now I got put in here and it was worth it but I can't move as much as I want to and

I don't want to be in here anymore I need to be out of this room, this room is too small, I can't open the door and it's so small and I can't move, and I can't breathe

I need someone to talk to me, please? Please? I can't be alone in here

I can't it's too small

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marching_hare
2008-03-18 07:36 pm UTC (link)

[Written on a piece of lined paper, and slid under the door. Folded in half. The sound of shuffling on the other side of the door would be heard in the room as Martin pressed his ear against the door, and managed to push a few fingers under the door as well.]

My dear Jeannie,

Close your eyes, and imagine a vast open meadow. With many, many treacle wells, and no Jabberwockies in sight. See the pretty bandersnatches flying around? They make sounds like mome raths in the wabe.

Do you see my hand reaching out for you so we can hop and jump around the Tulgey Wood? Do you? Shall we?

Be strong, my good dear! Just like the Dormouse without her jam, all things will come back!

Soon you won't be in there, and we can conquer the Queen of Hearts. I promise.

The March Hare

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neverduplicated
2008-03-18 07:53 pm UTC (link)

[Written underneath his own message. She is careful to avoid touching his fingers, even though she wants to, because she isn't allowed. He's not her master.]

Martin, you need to help me see what they look like because I don't know what bandersnatches look like

Do you have a picture? Can you try and draw me one or talk to me and describe them because I can't see them and I don't know what to imagine but I need to be anywhere but in here right now I can't ever go back here, Martin, I can't breathe in here and I need someone to talk to me

I do, I do! But I can't grab it I'm not allowed but I want to, but maybe, maybe soon I'll be able to and then we can hop and play as much as we want because I'll be out of here soon, right? They'll let me out of here, right?

They have to, I'll go insane in here

I'll try to be strong, I'm trying, I will, I'll try

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marching_hare
2008-03-20 02:07 pm UTC (link)

[Pressing her ear against the door, Martin really felt helpless in this case, he could only HOPE his next message helped. He left his hand there, despite the fact that she said she couldn't take it. And he wrote a note back, a large drawing was on one side, and the other had the note, before calling from the other side of the door with a 'I AM HERE!']

Bandersnatches are such creatures, they are hard to depict in picture because their images move so swiftly.

This picture is when it's quite around brillig. The raths are moming. Raths are green, pig looking animals, and to mome is short for "from home" -- meaning that they'd lost their way. In this picture that are outgribing, which is a portmanteau for bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle.

In the meanwhile, the slithy toves are are gyring, and gimbling in the wabe. The slithy toves are the slimy and lithe badger looking, lizards with corkscrews. They make their nests under sun-dials -- also they live on cheese. As you can see in the picture, they gyre and gimble much like a gyroscope and gimlet. Such fascinating creatures!

The wabe is the grass-plot round a sun-dial. Can you see it?

See the shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round -- something like a live mop? Those are called Borogroves, and they are always mimsy.

In the meanwhile, I will PERSONALLY see to it that you are release from this prison. It's not right. Not right at all. You shall be out of there soon, I promise. And for however long you stay in there, I shall sit here and wait for you! I shall.

- The March Hare

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