You gotta go down the rabbit hole to see the other side
You can't go home in the middle of a magic carpet ride
And if I leave my grin behind remind me, that we're all mad here and it's ok
For the world is never quite as mad as it could be...



5'3" of black hair, black leather and bad attitude
The long lash coiled around her waist makes a slithering sound when it slides out to strike, the twisted piece of steel on a stick she carries instead of a sword is elegant in it's simple brutality
and the tight grin never fades as spike heels click quietly on the stones when she turns and walks away from her work with just a little satisfied swing to her hips.




(opening lyrics blatantly stolen from SJ Tucker and slightly modified.)