23 February 2012 @ 11:02 pm
[For a mansion bustling about with people of various levels of crazy, it's awfully quiet around this time.

Or at least, save for the soft footsteps of a purple-haired child. Maybe she looks familiar, or maybe not.

In any case, she seems to be just wandering aimlessly for the time being, though she stops every once in a while to glance around at the place, as if searching for something dear to her. She may or may not also wordlessly bump into you without even caring to look.
]