This Bloody House
Noire Nightshade stared off into empty space past the houses in her field of vision, past the trees and gates and people scurrying to and for around the neighborhood into the far distance while her physical body remained still as a statue. She didn't move an inch or react any stimulus around her. Nobody could tell what she was looking at or what was going through her mind, if indeed she was considering anything in particular, the others just maintained a safe distance around her. Her blank empty thousand yard stare matched her outfit. A frilly gothic black dress, a gothic black frilly shirt worn over a tight black shirt, black bat thigh high black socks and black buckled gothic reign of terror boots. Her long black hair were worn in long unbraided pigtails. Empty though her expression might be her pale skin was surprisingly beautiful to behold with a cute face and amber eyes. A black backpack with white skeletal print designs on it was slung over her shoulders with a small black gl...