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Alice had not grown up to expectations. In fact, she hadn't even grown up to her own expectations. Ever since her biography had been published, she was sick and tired of all the publication. People dressed up as her on Halloween, Disney made an adaptation of her story, so did Tim Burton, and they all made her seem like a delusional, daydreaming, childish blond. "Like, seriously?" She often thought, "Alice in Wonderland? Is that really necessary?" So, here she was, a depressed teen trying desperately to escape her past. She was facing eighteen armed with tight black clothes, eyeliner, and a hell of an attitude.
Johanna, almost twenty, was still recovering from the Hunger Games, and the Capitol's torture. She had grown her hair out to a short pixie cut with big off-red streaks. She wore her standard outfit of faded jeans, crop tops and one nose ring, one lip stud, and studs all along her ears. She was often still plagued by memories of her days in the Capitol, and in the Games. She was finally getting over her fear of water and rain, but still only drank juice and bathed, not showered. She hadn't however, lost her punk and attitude. Everyone's business was hers, and she still slept with as many as three different people a week. She still hated any kind of government, and was still into rebellion.
The first time they met, they were waiting for the super-speed trains, Johanna was nervous, as it brought back bad memories, but she hid it by being even more loud and boisterous. She and Alice bumped into each other. Alice gave a rushed apology, while Johanna gave her a once over, and then watched her walk briskly away, looking quite snappy in doing so, in Johanna's opinion. Alice had only gotten a quick glimpse of her, but the image stuck, a pale, thin face, with well hidden worry marks. Dark raven hair cut short with harsh red, almost magenta streaks in the bangs and a little on the sides, and lots of cleavage. She was impressed, but not smitten. She did boys only, that at least, hadn't changed. Johanna on the other hand, did who ever was qualified, she didn't care which.
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Running From The Past, Falling Into Her Hands
Dla nastolatkówAlice, escaping her past, while Johanna is haunted by hers. They unexpectedly fall into each others lives. A Johanna Mason and Alice In Wonderland crossover.