Post by Vyn on Dec 25, 2007 20:57:06 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Fandom: Suites of Decadence
Characters: Hatter
Takes Place: Throughout Hatter's life, until about 5.
Word Count: 909
(How The Mad Hatter Got His Name)
Although Hatter wasn't always known as Hatter, he will always argue that that was who he was meant to be. How, he would say, could one be anything but what they are? What one is, however, is not always what one seems to be and therein lies the complexity of it all. Discovering who one really is, underneath it all.
From the beginning Hatter was Hatter and a strange little one at that. Was it not bad enough that he was born a Joker and a Human to an absent father and a mother who, being the Queen of Diamonds as she was, had no time for a mischievous little thing such as her Hatter would prove to be? He was curious from day one and seemed to have such a knack at getting into places that he didn't belong that he could've made the most experienced mischief makers quite green with envy.
By the time he had reached the 'terrible twos', his mother discovered her son's genius and his love of mechanics in one fell swoop. In record time he managed to dissemble a very important timepiece that a visiting King of Hearts had brought with him, and despite Hatter's pride in his work it was safe to say that very few others -especially said King- were quite as happy.
A year and a vast graveyard of dissembled timepieces and Corvistownian-made machines later his mother decided it was time to get him out of the palace. That year he moved into the large home in the middle of Corvistowne where a woman tended to a small group of children that, like Hatter, needed to be out from under the feet of others. Her name was Daphne, a very lovely electrical Corvistownian, and while she was not a strict woman she was very keen on knowing where Hatter was at all times. This, as one would expect, was not something that Hatter was at all used to and he delighted in vanishing unexpectedly and therefore sending Daphne into tizzies.
He found this quite funny, but Daphne didn't exactly share his sentiments.
For the good part of three years Daphne managed to learn how to keep Hatter occupied and in one place. Leaving the child genius with a small selection of machines he would spend his time engulfed in the mechanics of pulling each little screw and cog apart and, in time, putting them all back together again. It appeared to be quite the success, until Hatter discovered his first secret passage way.
Being the boy he was, Hatter could not stand idly by once he discovered that there was unexplored places in his home! What five year old boy could, honestly?
With three years of good behavior down the drain, Hatter snuck along an empty passageway and climbed up a winding set of stairs until he eventually discovered an old dusty room that must've been an attic. He slid in through a long-forgotten trapdoor and instantly he found his 'place'. Every kid had their one 'secret fort' where they went to escape everyone and Hatter had just found it. The old room was vast and dusty, but it was also stuffed to the brim with the most unusual items.
His favorite quickly became a massive chest in the center of the room which stood before a large full-length ornate mirror. Inside the trunk was stuffed to the very brim with all sorts of odds and ends: fancy old clothing and strange accessories that he'd never seen his Nanny wear nor could he ever imagine her dressing herself in. Upon reaching a brilliant pink and heavily frilly gown he crinkled his nose up in distaste and tossed it onto the chair located to his left. It wasn't until he neared the bottom of the chest, however, that it was he discovered his newest love: there at the bottom of the chest was a brilliant orange top hat, price tag still attached. It was massive on his head and kept sliding down over his eyes but Hatter was sold the moment he laid it upon his head
When Daphne's cries of worry finally reached his ears, Hatter had gone through a good many items and had claimed only that hat. Sliding down from the attic with the hat falling over his eyes was quite the task but he managed to make it downstairs in order to return to Nanny.
"OH! There you are dear!" She cried out with relief, rushing up to him before pausing and letting out a soft peel of laughter. The hat had just slid down over his eyes and he was trying not to be discourteous by struggling with it. "My my, a little Hatter are we? Do you want to keep it?"
Hatter paused quite suddenly, lifting his hands to adjust his hat and to peer at Daphne with a wild grin. Hatter? Oh yes, he liked that. It suited him, he thought, and his new hat too. Slowly, holding onto his hat to be sure it didn't slide, he nodded.
"Yeah... I'll keep the hat, and any like it that I find. They'll all be mine."
His collection of Hats grew swiftly over the years and, as was quite expected, it didn't take long for the nickname Hatter to stick with the hat obsessed youth.
Also, to my great delight, there is also a small illustration to go with this. The illustration will, I hope, eventually be cleaned and colored, but that will have to wait until Vyn has actually gotten a bit of rest. >_>
Fandom: Suites of Decadence
Characters: Hatter
Takes Place: Throughout Hatter's life, until about 5.
Word Count: 909
(How The Mad Hatter Got His Name)
Although Hatter wasn't always known as Hatter, he will always argue that that was who he was meant to be. How, he would say, could one be anything but what they are? What one is, however, is not always what one seems to be and therein lies the complexity of it all. Discovering who one really is, underneath it all.
From the beginning Hatter was Hatter and a strange little one at that. Was it not bad enough that he was born a Joker and a Human to an absent father and a mother who, being the Queen of Diamonds as she was, had no time for a mischievous little thing such as her Hatter would prove to be? He was curious from day one and seemed to have such a knack at getting into places that he didn't belong that he could've made the most experienced mischief makers quite green with envy.
By the time he had reached the 'terrible twos', his mother discovered her son's genius and his love of mechanics in one fell swoop. In record time he managed to dissemble a very important timepiece that a visiting King of Hearts had brought with him, and despite Hatter's pride in his work it was safe to say that very few others -especially said King- were quite as happy.
A year and a vast graveyard of dissembled timepieces and Corvistownian-made machines later his mother decided it was time to get him out of the palace. That year he moved into the large home in the middle of Corvistowne where a woman tended to a small group of children that, like Hatter, needed to be out from under the feet of others. Her name was Daphne, a very lovely electrical Corvistownian, and while she was not a strict woman she was very keen on knowing where Hatter was at all times. This, as one would expect, was not something that Hatter was at all used to and he delighted in vanishing unexpectedly and therefore sending Daphne into tizzies.
He found this quite funny, but Daphne didn't exactly share his sentiments.
For the good part of three years Daphne managed to learn how to keep Hatter occupied and in one place. Leaving the child genius with a small selection of machines he would spend his time engulfed in the mechanics of pulling each little screw and cog apart and, in time, putting them all back together again. It appeared to be quite the success, until Hatter discovered his first secret passage way.
Being the boy he was, Hatter could not stand idly by once he discovered that there was unexplored places in his home! What five year old boy could, honestly?
With three years of good behavior down the drain, Hatter snuck along an empty passageway and climbed up a winding set of stairs until he eventually discovered an old dusty room that must've been an attic. He slid in through a long-forgotten trapdoor and instantly he found his 'place'. Every kid had their one 'secret fort' where they went to escape everyone and Hatter had just found it. The old room was vast and dusty, but it was also stuffed to the brim with the most unusual items.
His favorite quickly became a massive chest in the center of the room which stood before a large full-length ornate mirror. Inside the trunk was stuffed to the very brim with all sorts of odds and ends: fancy old clothing and strange accessories that he'd never seen his Nanny wear nor could he ever imagine her dressing herself in. Upon reaching a brilliant pink and heavily frilly gown he crinkled his nose up in distaste and tossed it onto the chair located to his left. It wasn't until he neared the bottom of the chest, however, that it was he discovered his newest love: there at the bottom of the chest was a brilliant orange top hat, price tag still attached. It was massive on his head and kept sliding down over his eyes but Hatter was sold the moment he laid it upon his head
When Daphne's cries of worry finally reached his ears, Hatter had gone through a good many items and had claimed only that hat. Sliding down from the attic with the hat falling over his eyes was quite the task but he managed to make it downstairs in order to return to Nanny.
"OH! There you are dear!" She cried out with relief, rushing up to him before pausing and letting out a soft peel of laughter. The hat had just slid down over his eyes and he was trying not to be discourteous by struggling with it. "My my, a little Hatter are we? Do you want to keep it?"
Hatter paused quite suddenly, lifting his hands to adjust his hat and to peer at Daphne with a wild grin. Hatter? Oh yes, he liked that. It suited him, he thought, and his new hat too. Slowly, holding onto his hat to be sure it didn't slide, he nodded.
"Yeah... I'll keep the hat, and any like it that I find. They'll all be mine."
His collection of Hats grew swiftly over the years and, as was quite expected, it didn't take long for the nickname Hatter to stick with the hat obsessed youth.
Also, to my great delight, there is also a small illustration to go with this. The illustration will, I hope, eventually be cleaned and colored, but that will have to wait until Vyn has actually gotten a bit of rest. >_>
I liked it. *is bad at expressing opinion on written work* xD