One thing I would like to mention is that I will never be able to get Alice's character right so I gave up and decided to put my own in. She's different from Alice Liddel, obviously, and you will see in the story. I love the jokers so I decided to write about them. Whether it's only one Joker or both you will have to see because even I'm not sure yet. Maybe later I will write a story on how she came into wonderland but for now I just want to have some fun with this :3 And I know that you'll probably skip over this as I normally do but please, at least pay attention to the bolded ones. Thank you and Enjoy! Oh and I do not own Heart No Kuni No Alice just my OC character and the storyline as far as I'm concerned. Please comment and enjoy!

Name: Jackie Penski

Age: 17

Appearance: Long layered black hair and long red bangs which reach her collarbone. She is blind in her left eye resulting a light blue eye contrasting with her light green right eye. Wears cargo pants with a black tank top normally.

Occupation: Engineer

Likes: To work and fix things mechanically, mixed martial arts, playing her violin,

Dislikes: Annoying people, snobs, thunderstorms, frilly outfits

Summary of Past: Used to have a twin brother who died in a car accident involving an eighteen wheeler. Her mother was psychotic who blamed Jackie. She used to beat her, hence all of her scars before she ran away from home and started a business with her father who later divorced her mother. She is mostly over the mental scarring of the tragic events but is still hanging onto them a bit.

Currently residing at the Amusement park.

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"What are you insane?!" I screeched, flailing my arms with an unusually menacing wrench in hand. Gowland stiffened, taken off guard by my blow up.

"Oh? And what's wrong with my-"

"EVERYTHING! Where are you going to get the materials to build this monstrous thing? What are you going to use as a support for this tall tower? And, above all, - and I CAN'T stress this enough - is HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT THE COSTUMERS TO WALK AWAY FROM A FALL LIKE THAT?!" I crunched up the plans with a white knuckled fist. The blue prints of a nine hundred foot drop with only a net obstructing the way to certain death. What is wrong with him? It's so obvious that no one will survive a drop like that-! Gowland is a visionary kind of guy. Never even thinking of what could go wrong-!

"Bah, details can be made up later. Besides, aren't you longing to hear them scream in complete and utter terror as they fall into nothing but a net?" Gowland happily sighed, overrun by the joy which enveloped him. My anger nearly reached its maximum as I glared at his carefree attitude. Seriously? It's as if he doesn't even care if people die-!

"But Gowland-!" Long sinuous arms wrapped constricted around my shoulders from behind. My spine stiffened immediately as she eyed the sly cat which held her.

"Awww, lighten up, Jay." Boris pulled her back, purring as he nestled his forehead into her neck. A jolt of terror shot down my spine from the unnecessary contact with such a sensitive area.

Jackie struggled to suck in a breath as she sat over my stomach, curling her fluid fingers around my fragile neck. Her lips, her cherry red lips, curled into a devious smile flashing her white teeth. I took one last gulp of air vainly trying to wrench off her immovable hands.

"Jackie..." She shouted in an abnormally low voice.

"Jackie?" Boris asked, eyeing the wide eyed terror which had enveloped me long enough for him to take notice. I gritted my teeth, struggling with all my might not to scream.

"B-Boris don't touch my neck!" I bitingly spat, shoving him off. He danced out of the way with ease with a questioning expression plastered on his face. Gowland was busy shouting praises about his supposed genius as he walked the opposite way, escaping so he may be able to begin his new death trap. Boris's tail twitched, unable to understand why I hated to be touched.

"You need to relax, Jay." He pouted. "You're not as fun as the other foreigner when you're mad." I had to hold back my sneer as I turned on my heels, leaving the puzzled cat to himself. I gruffly marched into my room a few blocks down; it's my break now. About freaking time. I was about to go nuts! I hastily snatched my violin case sneaking out the back door. I sucked in a breath of fresh air trotting along a small path leading into the forest. I'll have to go in farther this time. Last time Boris heard me playing. It's a good thing he didn't catch me, though. I would never hear the end of it!

My mind reverted back to what he had said in the park. Alice...she was a real sweetheart. Someone who was easily likable despite what she may say about it. It's pathetic, really. But, nevertheless, she is a dear friend. Interesting how she ended up with the hatter. I smiled in approval. Good for her. After all, it's easy to find love here in wonderland.

When you knew what love is.

I, who had never had a boyfriend, or ever had a date, or ever had her first kiss...a faint blush rose to my cheeks as I stomped off into the forest. Whatever. Who needs love? I certainly don't. I've been alive for 17 years without it and I'm perfectly fine. Peachy, even. Besides, opening up to people isn't good.

It will only hurt you.

Branches smacked into my legs as I hurtled through the forest, lost in my thoughts. Ah; when did I start running? I slowed my gait glancing around the woods. Signs and arrows of all kinds littered the trees, stuck in with both new and old nails. What an off place. Whatever. This looks far enough to me. At least its far and I won't be bothered for a while. I took a deep breath unlatching the violin case. I gazed over the magnificent beauty of the wooden instrument. It's supple curves gave me a sweet smile, immediately unraveling some of the tension in my stomach. I smiled sweetly back, touching the choker with the silver locket wrapped around my neck before allowing a frown to return. The one and only person I opened up to...

I closed my eyes, picturing his snickering face. He used to love to hear me play. Music enveloped my ears as I began to play. This violin...he used to play it much better. My gaze flitted open, blindly passing over the trees. But I, too, can play. I slowly riveted the bow over the delicate strings allowing it to sing for me. My brother...my dear, sweet brother...A tiny speck off water slid past my guarded lids sliding down my cheek.

JOKER'S POV.

"Hurry the hell up Joker! I'm sick and tired of waiting; I want that f***** scum back in my f***** prison NOW!" I listened absentmindedly to my counterparts blabbering, concentrating on the tiny trail the escapee left. It's hysterical, really, how the man escaped.

"You wish for time to pass by faster? Very well. Enlighten me, once more, on how the man was able to escape in the first place." I lightly teased, feeling his indignation and fury through our shared connection. It is a riot; to be taken off guard by only a few prisoners and now has to round up the rest which are roaming around the jail.

"Shut the f*** up! I've got my f***** revenge; I've killed all of them f****** and their accomplices too." He hissed through the mask. I inwardly frowned, disappointed by his leniency. What was that, my dear counterpart? No torturing? No screams of agony and making them beg for mercy? He's grown soft because of that other foreigner Alice. To think that a mere toy could reduce us to such a state...No matter; she will no longer visit us, the cruel Jokers who locked her precious sister up. Living with the Hatter suits that whore, anyhow.

"And let one escape. How kind of you, Joker." I smiled devilishly, enjoying the frazzled feeling which my counterpart was enduring. It's a wonder how the prisoner was able to trick my counterpart into the cell and then lock him in...

I paused in stride as an unusual sound drifted into my ears. My clock skipped a few ticks as the beautiful melody swept through my body, reaching to the very edges of my skin with sweet caresses of sound. My breathing slowed as though my own senses were afraid to disrupt the beautiful harmony. Even my counterpart was hushed by the magnificent performance. Grass silently bent beneath my feet as I weaved between the trees following the intoxicating sound. Who is in my forest playing such a wonderful piece? Surely not one of the clowns. No one can play like that. I glanced from behind a tree cautious as to not frighten off whoever was playing. Standing with an outstanding air about her was a breathtaking beauty who slowly drew the bow over her weeping violin. A smile could not find its way to my lips as I observed her magnificence.

"Who heck is that?" My counterpart questioned in an awed whisper. I raised an eyebrow at my counterparts words. No cursing? It seems that our little Alice affected him more than I thought. Again, from our silent connection I could feel that he too was overwhelmed by the emotion and skill displayed in the young violinist. Is she perhaps a new role holder? But what is this familiar feeling?

"I don't know. Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" I quietly announced with a smirk. She is not paying attention in the least; she is too wrapped up in the song to even take notice of her surroundings. What better way for a Jester to introduce himself other than with a surprise? I tip toed across the field gazing over her lovely features - oh? I paused for a moment spying her light blue eye shedding a small line of tears. Her mouth was twisted in a painfully mournful way which sent a flurry of prodding through my chest. Immediately my body went to her, desiring to stop those hideous tears. Why is she crying while playing such enjoyable music? I reached my hand out caressing the annoyance aside.

JACKIE'S POV.

I jumped with a frightened cry echoing from my throat. Someone just-! I spun around, backing away from the red headed stranger who dared to approach me from my blind side. He wore a clown-like outfit with a jesters hat and curled shoes like those on what I would like to think as elves in cartoons. A golden earring dangled from his left ear, flashing reflections of the sunlight. He has a face...another role holder? Great. Just great. Now there's someone else for Alice too. I shook my feelings away from the frightening thought. How can I be so cruel to her? She didn't mean for everyone to fall in love with her and then break everyone's heart except Blood's...which sent the stupid rabbit to come and grab the nearest foreigner he could get his grubby little hands on. I bet he didn't account for that everyone would still be trying to get Alice; even that stupid rabbit himself. The red head's face was puzzled before he collected himself with a smile curling his lips up.

"Why hello there. I hadn't meant to frighten you. Are you quite alright?" He asked innocently, brushing his fingertips along my cheek. I evaded the touch wiping the tears away with my hasty hands. Crap; he saw me cry. How pathetic. He gazed questionably at my reaction but said nothing of it.

"Yeah. Just fine." I croaked with a sour note in my voice. I took a deep breath struggling to dispel the swelling in my throat.

"Well then, my dear, would you mind sharing what has gotten you so upset?" He kindly asked.

My chest heaved as the events of the past month came pouring out of my mouth. I raged and raged about every terrible thing which came my way, unable to stop the words rolling off my tongue. Every little detail from the time I arrived to the present was unleashed on this single stranger. He stood there quietly with a strangely unreadable face as he bore the brunt of my built up frustration. Several times I tried to shut my mouth on more sensitive topics, to which he would only pry for more, encouraging me to share my troubles with him. My chest squeezed ever so slightly from his kind words. He really is kind...listening to me, a stranger of all things.

I let out a deep sigh, leaning on my knees for support. I can't remember the last time I vented like that. A soft hand gently rubbed my upper back in a comforting sort of way.

"There there, now doesn't that feel better now?" He asked, pleased that I spilled my guts to him.

"Surprisingly yes." I said, shaking off his looming hand. I did, however, looked up to him and smiled with a grin that stretched ear to ear. "Thank you for hearing me out."

"Wow. What a s*** life. Did you ever think that, maybe, it's because of your own stupidity that these things happened to you? He asked in a slightly gruffer voice. I jerked my head up, taken off guard by the sudden shift in tone. Did I offend him?

"Are you going to answer or what b****?" I gawked at the man's lips which had not moved. How did he speak-?

"Are you a ventriloquist or something?" I asked, staring at his full lips. Did they move and I just missed it? For the first time I noticed a slightly troubled and uncomfortable look pushing his brows together. It looked like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem.

"I beg your pardon miss?" He asked in his polite tone as before, derailed from his current train of thought.

"Didn't you just call me a b****?" I asked, gazing questionably at his puzzled face. He doesn't look like he's lying but I know I heard him say it.

"Oh? I most certainly would never call you that, miss." He frowned, slightly offended by what I said.

"Hey! Don't act like I'm not here, you a******!" His voice spat. My head snapped down to a tiny white mask strapped around his belt.

"Ah, it was...the mask?" I asked, crouching down so I could get a better look at it. I gently returned my violin to its bed before turning my attention back to the tiny mask.

"Yeah that's right. Man, I can't believe you're so stupid you f***** retard. Are all foreigners like this?" My brow furrowed together as I reached up, tapping the annoying mask. A sudden swig of anger shot through me as he mentioned that accursed word. Foreigner...

"You're pretty mouthy for someone so small." I bantered back, listening to the hollow echo. There's not voice recording or something in it? Then again there isn't really anything here technology wise from what I'm used to.

"What the f***** hell did you just f***** say?!" He screeched sounding as though he was ready to jump out and claw my eye out. I smiled, tapping the helpless mask again. He's funny. He's acting so threatening when in reality he can't do anything. That's almost...cute. A white gloved hand muffled the rest of the curses, sweeping my prying fingers away from the mask.

"Ah, miss, please refrain from upsetting my counterpart." He kindly asked, taking my hand in his. I glanced over the difference in our hand sizes. Mine was easily engulfed by his long fluid fingers and soft palm. I softly retracted my hand, uncomfortable with his touching. Are all men's hands this big? I know that men are naturally bigger and stronger but this...is different. I feel almost...weak in his presence. Overwhelmed by his masculinity. I shifted, unnerved by the foreign emotion; I've never felt this way before. It makes me feel...out of place.

"Counterpart?" I asked, hoping to distract myself.

"Ah, well, you see, I am Joker and he is also-"

"Joker. Got a problem, b****?" My nose scrunched together, a habit I do when I am confused. Both of them are named Joker? That has got to be a...well, joke.

"Both of you are named Joker?" I asked, puzzled. That makes no sense! They are completely different and yet...

"Yeah, that's right. Confused yet, infidel?" The mask cockily demanded. This will get annoying in the future if I run into them and can't talk to one without the other one.

"You should get a muzzle for this thing, White." I said, tempted to round house kick the mask into next Tuesday.

"White?" He asked, puzzled.

"Ah, yeah. Since you are both named Joker it would get confusing. I'll just give you both nicknames. For example, your White and the dumb mask will be Black since this infidel," I paused, gesturing over myself sarcastically, "apparently isn't smart enough to separate the two Jokers." I grinned. It's easy to tell them apart since one's a mask and the others a human being but at least I'll be able to refer to them separately. Besides, I'd rather talk to White if his mask is this rude all the time.

"Seriously? You're naming us after f***** colors?" Black demanded angrily. Although, a tiny note to his voice made him sound more incredulous than angry. Which is it I wonder?

"Yeah. Got a problem Black?" I playfully teased, tapping the mask before remembering White's request.

"Hey!" The little mask shouted. I chuckled to myself; this kind of reminds me of how fish would react to kids tapping on their glass.

"White...it does hold a particular ring to it." White said, amusing himself with the new name.

Without warning the shadows on the ground grew much larger, stretching farther than normally. I looked up, gazing at the shimmering shifting colors of blue to orange before finally settling on the autumn color.

"Ah, I should get back soon. It was nice meeting the two of you." I said, locking up my violin in its safe case before slipping on the precious instrument. I took a step forward only to feel a tug on my strap. I glanced back, spying a flitting bit of desperation in the red heads gaze before it returned to one of pleasure.

"Promise you'll visit again, miss. In return, I will guarantee that I will make a smile grace your lips once more when you do." Again he smiled kindly. I shifted uncomfortably from the tone in his voice. It really doesn't sound like he's giving me much of a choice.

"When I can I will. I'm busy working at the amusement park most of the time, though." I answered, brushing his hand away. A kind, almost fake smile lit up his face.

"I look forward to it." He answered, finally releasing my strap.

"I'll be seeing you, then." I nodded, hurrying off before I did something else embarrassing.

END

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I hope you enjoyed it. I'll have another 8 chapters or so done in about a day. I'm a fast writer when I find something I like :3