(no subject)
[lurking in front of the door to a room in Midgard Apartment 5, the Beauty Queen stalks her prey. The door is shut as she makes final preparations and waits for her partner in crime, digging through the bag of various make-ups, markers, and ribbons. Though the bag makes plenty of sound, the Beauty Queen doesn't take notice or bother to quiet it. Her prey is capable of sleeping through most things and so stealth is not of the essence.
With a catlike smile, she rolls up the top of the bag for easy carrying. Her hand lingers on the doorknob, ready to be opened. She will strike at a moment's notice. And thus, the circle of life will continue.]
With a catlike smile, she rolls up the top of the bag for easy carrying. Her hand lingers on the doorknob, ready to be opened. She will strike at a moment's notice. And thus, the circle of life will continue.]