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Paige shrugged. "I wish I could tell you. I'd like to say maybe I just pass by, letting bygones be bygones with nothing more than a cold stare. I'd also like to say as an alternative I kick her ass and get even. But...I don't know. I just...don't know. Only time will tell, I guess." Taking her shot, Paige sunk in a ball, then another, but then lost her focus along the way and sunk in one of Sam's by mistake.

"It was my first guitar. Had it since I was a little girl. Cut my teeth on that thing, so to speak. Of all the possessions I had back home, my guitars are the only thing I really and truly cared about. I had tons of clothes, tons of just about anything you could think of. But when I moved here, I took only some of my clothes, not all. But I took both guitars; the one thing of mine I'm really protective over." She gave a small shrug, trying not to show that a tear was threatening to come out.

Turning her head to wipe the stray tear, she made her way to the jukebox, doing as he said and finding one of her personal favorites. As the melody filled the air, Paige naturally found herself taking the stance she usually took while playing guitar, air-guitaring perfectly to the tune.

Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further, every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free...

"Nothing for now, thanks," she answered, thinking on her neighbor. What was her name again? Didn't matter. At least not to her. "I wouldn't say cute. Seems to think she can do what she wants and everyone else has to walk a fine line. I heard yelling and explosions from her apartment on a regular basis. But the one time I crank my guitar up loud she wants to come down and--" She bit her lip as the anger started to surface, her hand clenching around the melting ice as if she intended to break it. Not that she could.

"I don't know how I should see myself. And I needed to win that fight. You never hear any stories about people who stood up for what they believed in, for something they loved, then got their ass handed to them. That guitar was my prize possession. Had it since I was little; it was my first real guitar. Now the only tangible memory I have of it is where the strings cut into my face..."

She tensed, shaking and fighting back sobs. "I...I played once or twice," she answered, trying to calm down. If she got any more emotional, there was a chance Sam would have a spork on the floor.

Paige nodded at the man's advice. "Gotcha...This was kinda my first time. You know, being on the receiving end. And to think I saw myself as tough..." She let out a sigh as she followed, just now noticing that her new acquaintance had six beers in him. Oh well...Besides, what was she going to do about it? Nothing, more than likely.

"Yeah. Some friends back home gave me the nickname when my power surfaced.I sorta fell in love with it..." In fact, it was really the only memory she had of California now.

"Yeah...or few days. Or months...I don't even know anymore. I moved here because some anti-mutant group in California targeted my family. Back in...February? So my Dad pulled some strings and cashed in a favor, got me a job. Few days ago, I lost said job, meaning no money for rent. Then my neighbor blew up my acoustic guitar--while I was playing it. Lost, confused, I remembered hearing things about this place, being shown around...hell my girlfriend even lives here. So...I came around the next day, only to pass out on the lawn and be found by another friend. And now...well, here we are..." Her voice trailed off and she grew silent, pressing the cold ice to her face once more.

The shifter jumped, spinning in the direction of the voice--whom she did not see until now. Her fists clenched, but she wasn't as apt to fight as usual. In fact her eyes showed...fear? Well, for a moment they did. It seemed her usual hostility had vanished, at least for the time being. Or maybe it was beaten out of her a few days ago. Who knew? Paige...well, Paige rather would have dwelt on something else.

"E-evening," she answered, brushing her hair out of her face. Her hands rested on her battle-scars for a moment, reminded of the explosion that caused her beloved guitar's strings to snap, two of them leaving the ugly twin marks on her face.

She eyed the man, suspicious. She was distrusting, but had no will to fight. Not tonight. Note she still had no interest in men whatsoever.

"I uh...couldn't sleep," she murmured with a shrug. "Alot on my mind, I guess."

A good kiss may not make problems disappear, but it sure as hell makes the one with them alot happier. Paige blushed slightly, however, surprised by Chloe's sudden action, but nonetheless took her hand, following her through the store.

"This is an art you will have to show me to master," she murmured softly, looking at a jacket before shying away from the fifty-dollar price tag. Man...back when she was rich that would have been considered dirt cheap...and now it was too expensive? Life sucked sometimes...at least when it came to clothes. She sighed, shaking her head.

"From the looks of my funds, it won't surprise me if all I can come outta here with is one sock..." she grumbled.

Okay, folks. The ideas have been mulled over, and things have been shelled out. Here goes...

We are definitely not in Kansas anymore...OOPS wrong reference! Buuut anyway~

Citizens of New York are disappearing. Gone. Vanished into thin air. And the count of missing people--more often than not, mutants--is increasing every day. As far as the rest of the city knows, this is the end of the tale, and those left behind try to cope--if need be.

Those 'missing,' find themselves in a strange twisted version of New York. Central Park is a forest, full of strange plants and creatures. The Sanctuary and Mansion are castles. The statue of liberty is now a monument to the Queen of Hearts. Our missing mutants are caught in a dream, or is it?

Nonetheless, this 'Wonderland' version of New York is where we find ourselves. How did we get here? Some of us went down a rabbit hole, or through a looking glass. Others merely woke up here after staring too long at the Alice Statue in the park. Our characters find they don't even look the same, resembling characters from Alice in Wonderland.

Nothing makes sense, because logic is now illogical. And it's a fun, happy little world... Or not. The main, visible threat is the Queen of Hearts, whom some say is a dreamer like the rest of us. But she doesn't like newcomers, or maybe she doesn't like anyone. Or maybe she just likes hacking off heads.

The other, is the madness. This threat is not visible, but the longer you're in Wonderland, the stronger it takes ahold, leaving you thinking you are the character you resemble, and that you belong here.

There are obvious ways to Wonderland--just follow the rabbit, for instance. But getting out is harder. The easy way is to die. But if you die in Wonderland, you can never return.

We, fellow 'dreamers,' need to find out what is going on, and we have to stop it before it consumes the entire city. Time is running out, and this is one date you do not want to be late for...

Paige shrugged a little, chuckling. "You lead the way hun. I'm not used to shopping on a budget, so most of the places I like to go are really expensive. And sadly, I can't afford that anymore." She gave a weak smile, obviously not too fond of the idea that she was poor, but hey, at least she had a couple of friends. And Butterfly.