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    Wonderland wasn't always this way. There was a time when it mirrored medieval England, albeit with a few magical elements: a few quirks and eccentricities that made it truly unique. While all feared the Queen's mercurial temper and the fine blade of her Guillotine, all was well, until a little girl named Alice Liddell disturbed the status quo and sparked a revolution. The kingdom began to fall into decay as the taint of the modern world invaded. History is beginning to repeat itself and no one is happy. As the Queen of Hearts tangles in a battle of wits and riddles with the Cheshire Cat, the rest are starting to wonder ... is it true that the White Rabbit is bringing humans to Wonderland when they themselves are banned from going to London?

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QUOTE/LYRICS: We tried so hard to live in the truth, but do not tell me all is fine, when I lose my head, I lose my spine. So when your hope's on fire
,But you know your desire,Don't hold a glass over the flame,Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road. I'm a hopeless wanderer & I will learn to love the skies I'm under.
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Aug 30 2015, 06:01 PM
[dohtml]<center><div class="ptem1"><div class="ptem2"><div class="ptem5">You can’t spend your life missing him. Luca told himself as he rubbed at his sore eyes. He was in the hospital bathroom making sure he didn’t look like volunteer rather than a patient when caught a glimpse of the bags under his eyes in the mirror. As he tried to fix the collar of his shirt and straightened his volunteer badge that hung from a lanyard around his neck. Luca thought that he should have called in sick. But that would mean that the day would have been spent cocooned in the comfort of the weight of the blankets on the bed. Just because his life was a mess did not mean that he could just hide away from the world. Everything would keep turning, he would keep breathing. <p>
Luca wiped his wet hands one his slacks and made sure nothing was in his teeth before he left the bathroom. The less time he spent in front of mirror the less time he had to look at the mess he was. He hadn’t shaved since Blake’s disappearance. Since then two steady weeks of hair on his own face had went from stubble to splotchy hair to an even coating that would now take some time to shave it all off again. Which made this couple of volunteer hours oh so hypocritical. Bringing a razor and a mirror to someone that tried to end their life. How frightening an idea. Maybe that was why they didn’t give it to the baby faced volunteer that was just leaving the hospital when Luca signed in the task. <p>
Luca picked up what he needed at the nurses station on the second floor and had swindled some two cups of coffee from the nurse’s private stash instead of the slug that was served in the cafeteria. <p>
“Are you sure you don’t want an orderly with you?” one of the nurses had asked. <p>
“Yeah? The guy can’t be that bad.” Luca said but the look that he had gotten a look that told him the reason that no one wanted to spend too much time with the patient. Hands full and shaving kit underneath his arm Luca bumped the door open with his shoulder and looked up at Brooks with a smile that is faintly forced. “I brought you some coffee from the Nurse’s secret stash. And some sugar packets too just in case.” Luca says trying to gesture to his shirt pocket while he set the coffee cup on the bedside table. “You ready?”
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Aug 30 2015, 04:16 AM
[dohtml]<center><div class="stem1" style="height: 360px;"><div class="stem2" style="height: 360px;"><div class="stem7">dear god ,</div><div class="stem4"></div><div class="stem5" style="height: 288px;">For as long as I can remember I have wanted to know you, to be part of your plan, to show others kindness and hope like you have done my whole life. Followed the hard path in order to find you, to know you. That is all that I ever wanted. It has been such a long road Lord. I thought I saw it again by giving people hope, giving people someone to rely on. But today… today, I feel my faith in your Name shake. Your love and strength has always been so absolute in my life, so pure that it did not know bounds and yet… I find myself in disbelief… <p>
I find myself in disbelief of you. <p>
Lord… why would you do this to me? To show me his beautiful life. To let our paths knit together. The stars to align in such a way that people marvel. I love him. Oh, how I love him Lord. <p>
All I could think about was Blake Everly. Blake Everly was in love. He was in love, in love with me. <p>
And all I can think is about how he was torn from me. <p>
I am not strong enough for this. Why do you test me this way? My heart rots away each morning when I reach for him across the sheets and find him not there. And every night, my mind is filled with twisted and tortured fantasies of the time I receive a call to identify his body. The more I wait the less and less his pillow smells of his shampoo. The more I wait the more and more does the dust collect on his book on our coffee table. <p>
I have read countless scripture. Studied your word. I look for solace in your teachings but I find…none. My soul that once felt warm in your presence has become an ember. I speak your name as if my mouth is filled with sawdust. I cry out, no, I beg for your strength and yet you provide none. <p>
I am afraid you have both abandoned me.
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In the name of the father, the son, the holy ghost….
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Jul 1 2015, 06:11 AM
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Luca has mixed feelings about London. He came to the city because he wanted to be anonymous. He wanted to be another face in the crowd. In some aspects he still wants that. London is a strange and emotional place for him now-a-days. Mostly because his life has been a roller coaster while he's been living in London. He knows the underbelly of the city and he knows what it can lead to. At the same time, Luca cannot imagine anywhere else that he would rather be living. He’s healthy and happy and is so ingrained into the community in which he lives that he’s not going anywhere. He promises.


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<span class="atem15"><u>Name:</u></span><br>Luca Giovanni Risi<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Nickname(s):</u></span><br>Luca, Geno , Mister Risi<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Birthday:</u></span><br>September 3rd<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Age:</u></span><br>32<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Hometown:</u></span><br>London<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Canon/Occupation:</u></span><br>Community Center Owner/Operator<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Membergroup:</u></span><br>Grey<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Face Claim:</u></span><br>Zachary Quinto <p>

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When Luca was six he wanted to be a police officer. Something about helping people always appealed to him. His dad always helped people too no matter how big or small their worries. Since Luca’s dad was a pastor in their small community he helped people emotionally, spiritually, and physically in any way he could managed. His father’s kindness and apathy seemed to spark something in Luca. Even at six year old Luca could admire that kind of love. <p>
At eight Luca still likes the idea of becoming a police officer. Though his reasoning has changed. He now wants to be an officer because they drive cool cars and get to tell people what to do and everyone has to listen. His step-mom thinks he wants to make the rules because he is part of a blended family now. And since Luca is not the only child any longer he feels a bit out of control. But just because she works with kids doesn't mean she understands him. Luca knows she’s wrong. He wants to be a cop so he can make the rules, not any of her dumb Sick-ology theories. <p>
When Luca is fourteen his oldest step-brother, Paulo, gets married. He doesn’t see him much after that. Mostly because Paulo lives in Ireland now, also because he converted faiths to be with his new wife. Luca's dad isn't displeased now that he’s married to a devout Catholic and converted. He is sad that Paulo so far away now and that he rarely comes back for holidays. His dad doesn’t think Luca would notice. Even though Luca notices more than he would care to admit. <p>
When Luca is nineteen he moves out of the house and goes to seminary school. His step-mom is proud. His dad is proud. His community is proud. Everyone is proud that Luca has decided to become a pastor and help people. He still thinks about how he wanted to grow up and be a cop sometimes. But started to realize it was for the wrong reasons. He just wants to be there for people the way that his dad is. <p>
Eight months later his Dad dies. He has a heart attack at fifty-six years old while working on a sermon about life. It is only slightly ironic that it is read at his wake. <p>
Two months after the funeral Luca quits seminary school. He finds it too hard to focus on his studies after his dad’s death. Luca idolizes him and what he did for people’s lives. He feels so lost without his guidance. His step-mom is still supportive of Luca. She tells him that he can move back home with her and her two corgis if he wants. Luca says it just feels weird if he were to do that. He decides to go live London. He likes the idea of getting lost in the crowds and become anonymous. <p>
When Luca is twenty-one he really just hates his job. There is nothing redeeming about it. Being a customer service representative for a phone company pretty much means the same as being a human punching bag. Only difference is that you feel more worthless than one. <p>

After two years at the same soul-sucking job, Luca decides to quit. He can’t understand how his supervisors can manage ten years or more at this place. <p>
Anything is better this. <p>
When Luca turns twenty-two he’s living out of a trash bag and bank lobby. Being homeless in London is bizarre. His means of a bed and a hot shower are liminal. At least a lobby provides protection from the elements. The lengthening rap sheet of minor infractions of trespassing and public indecency doesn’t help him find a job either. He finds himself spiraling further into the underbelly of the city. Places he never thought possible. Even if it kills him, he will not look for help. He will not burden people with his misfortune. He will not remind them of the father and husband they lost. He will remain strong and he will find a way out of this by himself. Even if it kills him. And it nearly does during frost-bitten London nights. <p>
He’ll see people he worked with before on occasion. When he is looks at them in the eyes and they don’t recognize him, it is the worst kind feeling he has ever known. He didn’t choose to live this this way, no one does. Yet, here he is. He can only make the best out what he has. <p>

Three months later, his situation does not get better. It seems only to get worse when Luca is pulling off a guy from a prostitute. He’s booked for solicitation and assault on the person that actually laid the bruise on the woman’s face. <p>
When he goes to prison for eight months. He does not pass go. He does not collect 200 dollars. He has nowhere else to go. And he wonders if God hates him. <p>

When Luca is twenty-seven, God reminds him that he has plans for all his children. He is reminded that when there is a job opening for a janitor and the community recreational that he goes to on weekends for a hot breakfast. He starts going to church again. Gets a shave and a shabby apartment and it feels right.
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Luca loves the community center. Even if it is beaten and more bruised than a pear at the bottom of a crate. He loves it. His job lets him interact with people again. He gets to listen to their stories. He is helping them on emotional, spiritual and physical level that he never thought possible without becoming part of the vicarhood. He feels pride in his work, in himself, something that four years of living on the streets. <p>
Luca starts creating graffiti art for the streets. He feels connected to them after spending so many long and cold nights on them. He creates murals places people don’t bother to look twice at. They look at them now. <p>

At twenty-nine Luca becomes the owner and operator of the community center.
It is late at night when the past owner comes up to Luca with the keys.
He see the love that Luca had for it in such a way that no words were spoken. He put the keys to office into Luca’s hands. Embraced him like he was his own son and the place was his. As if this was God’s plan all along. Luca becomes so engrossed, so proactive, so involved in making the community center a better place. That kind of dedication attracts attention. Tons of attention. Nightly news attention. Which brings sponsors and board members and people that what to help Luca make the community centre whole again. Luca feels so blessed because of it. He so blessed that he’s getting so much support he feels as if he will never stop crying for joy. <p>

Three months later the Community center gets a renovation, adds new programs to their list, and Luca learns how to teach a pottery class. <p>

Eight months after that Luca turns thirty and is exactly where he wants to be. His apartment might have a draft coming from the windows. His clothes are bit too worn to be stylish. And he is maybe a bit over-worked that he would ever admit. But he is happy. <p>

When Luca was six he wanted to be a police officer. Now that he is thirty-two he wants to keep the community center thriving. Something about helping people and part of something that serves the community has always appealed to him. He was able to do what his dad did: helping people emotionally, spiritually, physically. And he loves dong it, in any way he can manage. It is Luca’s calling. <p>


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