The roses in the garden sat there unharmed, petals ocasionaly swaying gently with the slight cool breeze. It was Blood's place to relax, a place for him to get out his frustrations in a peaceful, non-violent fashion. He held it close to his heart, as it was of course the only place he and Vivaldi could meet as brother and sister, instead of mortal enemies in a constant fight with each other.
The garden held his secret tight in it's thorny, green grip. Or so he thought...
He strolled on his way casually down to the garden, swinging his staff gently as he walked down the carefully and decorativly laid stone path before him. Today had been interesting, stressful, and full of twists he honestly could live without. This new addition to his mansion would be sure to stir up a pot of things better left un-named.
But if she got on his nerves too badly, he had a gun. A Mafia to himself. And well, he was pretty sure she didn't have either of those.
She was just a poor, defenseless outsider.
Though that poor defenseless outsider had a few tricks up her sleeves that he would never guess. And whatever he had planned for her, well, she'd have to be the one to give the okay and really, with them have free reign to whatever she wanted... Or well, so she thought as she sat at the pristine glass table of the garden, putting her combat boot-wearing feet up on the table, spreading bits of dirt, mud, and grass sullying the once untarnished surface. She used the table so she could lean backwards in the chair, balancing so that she could poke at the bright, red blooms as she awaited the oncoming onslaught of anger that would inevitably appear with the hatter.
She made no efforts to conceal herself in the garden, in fact, trying to get herself noticed. She wanted trouble. She'd say it was her middle name, that is, if that weren't such a cliche thing to say about oneself. That, and it wasn't true. Her middle name was Jasmine, not trouble. But causeing trouble was one of her favorite pastimes.
The hatter froze dead in his tracks upon entering the garden, knuckles white from gripping his staff so hard at this sight. "What," He was trying hard not to explode, for if he did, he knew for a fact his garden would be feeling the wrath more than anyone else. "do you think you're doing here?" he didn't sound pleasant, and it was obvious he was holding a great deal in from his frustration... But that still didn't stop this coment from sounding every bit as terifying as it should have been.
"Nuthin'" Chealsea replied, leaning back and forth in the chair as she pushed her wieght from front to back. "you?" She smiled up at him with an overly cheerful grin on her face as he stopped the wavering chair with the grip of one of hands.
"I know you're new here but," Blood continued, "I'd apreciate it greatly if you would make your way out of this garden. Imidiatly." He was tempted to push the chair over sideways to let the girl topple to the ground... Not even Alice was THIS annoying! getting rid of this pest would be made his top priority.
"But If I go, you'll never find a way to get me to keep quiet!" She chirped, getting out of the hair she was in and slipping over to the next, messing up the image of the other half of the table as well with her boots. So, if you want me to keep quiet about you and Vivaldi-sama, we've gotta make a bit of a deal," She smirked, tossing a small notepad onto the table. "My demands are listed there, and if you don't follow them, I'll make it so that all of wonderland knows of you and your big sis,"
Blood froze again, taking the notepad cautiously from the table and opening to the first page and reading the list quietly to himself, chelsea's face quite pleased with what she had accomplished.
"One. an hour a day to myself with Elliot-chan, and no other female interactions." He read out as he paced the garden, hoping for dear life that his sister didn't show up "Two... Give me my own room with a walk in closet, and weapons room filled with diferent cool things I can use to protect myself or just have fun." He continued down the list, each one of the things getting more and more absurd as he continued. "number 20... My own pet cat, and a security guard for that cat so that she is not harmed in any way shape or form," He took a breath, going on to the last entry of the list in his hand. so far, he owed her a manga library, a swimming pool, a lifetime suply of "Pocky"... Whatever the hell that was. A car, a horse, a hot tub, a manga library, and now last but not least... "Number twenty one. All females named Gina must be banned permenently from the premisis of the Hatter mansion. No Exeptions, ifs, ands, or buts." He took a pen from his jacket, and started crossing things out here and there, making his own changes to the list the outsider had suplied. "There are a few things I can do, and a great number that I can't. as well as a few tgat even if god himself asked me to do for him, I wouldn't even agree." He gave the list back, at least half of the things crossed out. "We already have a cat who tends to invite himself over most of the time so we can do without that. I can give you the weapons, and the room for yourself is a given with you staying here. I have no idea with in the world this pocky crap is, and what Elliot does is to his disgresion, not my own." Or well, for the most part anyways. He'd probably be able to get the hare to follow along with the girls wishes if he really wanted to... Though in truth, it wasn't hard to guess that he wasn't too extreamly happy about all this hoop jumping he'd need to do for this girl in the future.
"Then make it an hour a week. I need that time Blood," Chelsea started leaning back leisurely again in the chair. "And that will be the breaking point in our deal, I can deal with no cat, but without that time Our deal goes down the drain. And if our deal goes down the drain, more than just a few people will know." She took a hold of one of the roses, breaking the stem, and snapping off the thorns one by one.
"No kidding..." Blood gave a sigh, rubbing his temples and almost twiching as she started disturbing his roses. "I'll talk with Elliot, and get to work on what I can from this list... Your room should already have both a walk in closet and bathroom, and I'll get the twins to set up your own weapons room. Only a small one though, we wouldn't want my head rolling for bringing an outsider to her demise..." This girl was obviously careless, He could have brought her to her end in a matter of seconds if he really wanted to...
"Whatever, But I'm gonna invite a friend over tonight, I expect full on sleepover preparations to be made. Movies, Candy, Popcorn, Pocky, Cupcakes, Cookies... You name it, I want it there. Em's Vegetarian though, so nothing with Gelatin... Oh, and she loves Chai tea, so have boat loads of it... Plus some hot chocolate for me." She let the chair sit back in place as it should have been the whole time, and got to her feet. "Now, I'm gonna go exploring for a little while, I'm taking the twins with me, so don't dock their pay because of me, I'm also leaving an invite up to you, send it to the amusment park ASAP." And with that, the blond girl took her leave. The notebook still sitting there on the desk, staring blood dead on in the face. Once she was gone, he tossed it into the bushes, letting it get torn by the thorns, and dirtied by the earth which the blood red roses grew from.
"stupid outsider..." He muttered, taking his seat in one of the chairs before wiping the table clean once more... His sister would be there soon, and he didn't want that to be another stress on her plate... No, Vivaldi couldn't know about this. This outsider business was his to deal with, and she didn't need to know about it.