001 ·♛· [ action + voice ]
[ Angelina stands alone, wide-eyed and disoriented. Within her hands, she holds a beautifully ornate music box painted a soft blue; a striking contrast to the stained leather gloves she wears, and the general presence of red upon her person. As the tune winds down and strives to play its last few notes, she gradually becomes more aware of her setting - although she can't quite make sense of what's just happened. Why she'd seen that fantastic dream-like sequence, only to seemingly become a part of it and inexplicably arrive in this foreign (although stunning) place. ]
... Where am-- ... Hello?
[ She whips around to look about her, having heard someone speak. One awfully near to her and with great clarity, and -- it suddenly occurs to her that the voice is in her head.
As she attempts to hold the music box close, realization that the thing had disappeared from her hands sets in at last, and it is while she is looking at her empty hands in wonder that she catches sight of the key hanging about her neck. The shiny trinket bearing the ridiculously sized symbol sat atop her cravat, just over her bosom - making it a tad difficult not to notice. Removing the skeleton-like key to observe further, she raises a hand to press to her temple. ]
Oh... I've finally gone off the deep end, it seems...
[ Such seemed to be the only probable explanation. She'd considered herself to be a bit unstable before, perhaps, but never had she hallucinated to such a degree! This is all very concerning, really. Last she'd remembered, she was standing before what remained of that detestable woman - Mary Jane Kelly was her name - with Grell at her side... Grell! ]
Grell. Grell, are you here...?
[ Lips pressed, her ruby eyes darken with dread. Should he have abandoned her, left her alone once again, she... She would...
No, now is not the time to think of such things. And so, she attempts to will away the flurry of emotion that threatens to seize her better sense, breathing a steadying sigh. The wisest course of action would be to explore her surroundings, and - as crazy as it seemed to her - perhaps attempt to speak to those voices that she'd heard before. It may be possible that everything up to this point has been a figment of her imagination, but it all seems so real now; every sight, smell, and sound. Besides, she had to remind herself that she'd seen some equally strange things back at home, and just because she'd grown to accept them didn't mean that they were any less peculiar to her at the time.
Whilst gathering the will to speak (she had to make certain that she'd appear to be on her best behavior, you know), she at last begins her search for an exit. Perhaps somewhere in which she would use that key. ]
Pardon me, but -- [ Oh, how she hopes this will work - otherwise, she'll feel a tad foolish, won't she? ] -- would anyone out there be willing to offer me assistance? I've only just arrived, you see, and I'm a tad confused. Any information would be greatly appreciated - and if at all possible, perhaps a handsome young man to lend an arm would be, even moreso!
... Where am-- ... Hello?
[ She whips around to look about her, having heard someone speak. One awfully near to her and with great clarity, and -- it suddenly occurs to her that the voice is in her head.
As she attempts to hold the music box close, realization that the thing had disappeared from her hands sets in at last, and it is while she is looking at her empty hands in wonder that she catches sight of the key hanging about her neck. The shiny trinket bearing the ridiculously sized symbol sat atop her cravat, just over her bosom - making it a tad difficult not to notice. Removing the skeleton-like key to observe further, she raises a hand to press to her temple. ]
Oh... I've finally gone off the deep end, it seems...
[ Such seemed to be the only probable explanation. She'd considered herself to be a bit unstable before, perhaps, but never had she hallucinated to such a degree! This is all very concerning, really. Last she'd remembered, she was standing before what remained of that detestable woman - Mary Jane Kelly was her name - with Grell at her side... Grell! ]
Grell. Grell, are you here...?
[ Lips pressed, her ruby eyes darken with dread. Should he have abandoned her, left her alone once again, she... She would...
No, now is not the time to think of such things. And so, she attempts to will away the flurry of emotion that threatens to seize her better sense, breathing a steadying sigh. The wisest course of action would be to explore her surroundings, and - as crazy as it seemed to her - perhaps attempt to speak to those voices that she'd heard before. It may be possible that everything up to this point has been a figment of her imagination, but it all seems so real now; every sight, smell, and sound. Besides, she had to remind herself that she'd seen some equally strange things back at home, and just because she'd grown to accept them didn't mean that they were any less peculiar to her at the time.
Whilst gathering the will to speak (she had to make certain that she'd appear to be on her best behavior, you know), she at last begins her search for an exit. Perhaps somewhere in which she would use that key. ]
Pardon me, but -- [ Oh, how she hopes this will work - otherwise, she'll feel a tad foolish, won't she? ] -- would anyone out there be willing to offer me assistance? I've only just arrived, you see, and I'm a tad confused. Any information would be greatly appreciated - and if at all possible, perhaps a handsome young man to lend an arm would be, even moreso!