As always, when she first heard the sound of intruders in the mansion the young woman’s mind grew red hot. She heard them walking up the stairs. A frown marred her face. She wouldn’t let anyone catch her in this ridiculous human costume that she had found on the attic. The girl simply loved dressing up randomly and waltzing around imagining she was a queen living in this lonely castle. This dress from so many years back was so lovely, and the elegant, white wig with such lovely curls and height was hilarious. The door to her room was ajar, and she was tempted to slam it shut and claw her way out of the costume. Her mind shrieked at that thought though, because it had taken forever to get it on properly. And it was sooo lovely.. She hugged herself, swirling slowly around like a ballerina princess similar to a figure she had once seen dancing in a small box with soft music.
She went from elegance to clumsiness when the powerful howl seemed to want to shake the floor. Calling for more!? What the fuck, in her house! Her snout stuck out of her beloved bedroom and her frown smoothed out immediately. Kaena was here too! Halo’s beloved grandmother had not visited her for a little while now, and the girl felt anxious. Had she done something wrong? Well, this Anselm that she did not really know that well had invited even more to the house, so why shouldn’t the Hydra join the party. She could always pretend she had expected them all and dressed up for them. The girl turned to watch her figure in the mirror. Too fucking lovely to take off any time soon.
She slowly (her dress was heavy and had to be treated with care) danced her way down to the balcony, bringing with her a pirate hat and an eye patch. There were lots of shit on the attic, and she had laughed when she found the pirate outfit. She had wanted to give the eye patch to Kaena anyway in exchange for a smile. Another, completely strange white clothed member had gotten there before her, and as the arrogant and self centred queen she was, she strode straight past him and over to her beloved grandmother, tossing the pirate hat and eye patch down in front of the older female. She then turned around with such theatrical elegance eying the two other guests. ”Welcome to my simple place, please do feel like home.”
The stench of alcohol was distracting, strong and unpleasant. She had never tasted it, but it surely did not smell good. What made people drink it with such glee? What was stronger was the smoke. She turned again to look at the mother of her father. She eyed the hose, a big question mark shining brightly in the face. Ruby eyes turned to the ghost man and she had to smile in good humour. It was obvious that they were all strongly affected by something. Her creamy hands folded together slowly. She felt like an outsider already.
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