Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
(MechanicalAnimal)
An insane asylum. The area was cold, dark, uninviting, and creepy overall. They didn't keep the place well. They didn't care about the people there, some nearly normal, others so far into the grips of their insanity that they just made odd noises instead of words. Some jerked around crazily, others just sat and stared blankly. It was a place where none wished to go. The staff had mostly gone home, a lonely guard or two walking the halls that were far larger and longer than they could possibly handle themselves. None would notice a young girl.
She was slender and pale, her figures perfect, and clothes looking as though they were from another era altogether. There was a dress draping over her hourglass shape, silk in material, but flowing in style. A circlet adorned her head, and a necklace rested on her chest, both fire red. Nothing was said, and no noise was made as she passed through the silent halls, clearly looking for something or someone in particular.
Once at the door she wished for, a small smile crept over her face, and she waved a hand over the metal door. It warped like water, then she passed through, and it was back to normal. Her icy blue eyes fell over the boy in a straight jacket, and silvery white hair fell down across her young features. She could be no older than twenty. The girl neared the boy, and made eye contact with him, staring into him as though she was trying to judge his soul. "Name..?" she asked in a wispy, far off voice, looking at him intently, "I need your name... My own is Seraphine."
An insane asylum. The area was cold, dark, uninviting, and creepy overall. They didn't keep the place well. They didn't care about the people there, some nearly normal, others so far into the grips of their insanity that they just made odd noises instead of words. Some jerked around crazily, others just sat and stared blankly. It was a place where none wished to go. The staff had mostly gone home, a lonely guard or two walking the halls that were far larger and longer than they could possibly handle themselves. None would notice a young girl.
She was slender and pale, her figures perfect, and clothes looking as though they were from another era altogether. There was a dress draping over her hourglass shape, silk in material, but flowing in style. A circlet adorned her head, and a necklace rested on her chest, both fire red. Nothing was said, and no noise was made as she passed through the silent halls, clearly looking for something or someone in particular.
Once at the door she wished for, a small smile crept over her face, and she waved a hand over the metal door. It warped like water, then she passed through, and it was back to normal. Her icy blue eyes fell over the boy in a straight jacket, and silvery white hair fell down across her young features. She could be no older than twenty. The girl neared the boy, and made eye contact with him, staring into him as though she was trying to judge his soul. "Name..?" she asked in a wispy, far off voice, looking at him intently, "I need your name... My own is Seraphine."