A figure shrouded in darkness could just about be seen by the doors of the theatre, an object clutched in their hand. Once the figure had taken a few steps north of where they had been standing, it was obvious that they were actually a femme, clutching a blood red rose.
Her midnight blue hair cascaded down her bare back, though a few lone strands hung down over her pale face, which was still shadowed as she looked down to the floor. Her eyes were half closed, her gaze centered on the paving below her, or even at her feet, though that was highly unlikely for one like her. Around her eyes were layered in black makeup, giving her eyes a ghostly look, in fact, her whole face looked ghostly, her lips painted a raven colour, her face looking as pale as death itself.

Her slim body was adorned in a crimson coloured crushed velvet dress, which clung to every curve that her body posessed. It came down to longer than her feet, which meant it dragged along the floor. It was also bare back, straps on her shoulder the only things that kept it up. Her head glanced up towards the moon.
'Damn..' She muttered under her breath, though her lips hardly moved. 'Thats the second time now.' She heaved a sigh and threw the rose to the floor. Looking around quickly, paying no attention to anyone who looked at her, she was beyond caring. She shook her head in an annoyed manor and started to head off, her steps slow and gentle aaginst the paving.

OOC | is it alright if i reply to this, or is it for someone in particular?

ooc| No, it's perfectly fine, it wasn't really for anyone imparticular.