[hr][hr][center][img]https://s23.postimg.org/h6shths5n/virginia.png[/img]
[img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/e1e20629c43d083e365cb6358b2ca293/tumblr_o17frnvlTR1thj7ndo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] Almack's[/center][hr][hr]Never in Virginia's life had she seen such a cesspool of repugnant behavior. As she gazed around her, young women were physically restrained by the most horrid of shades, with their hair twisted into torturous knots. Peels of laughter accented the very air, culminating as one poor soul attempted a confession of great romance. The watchful eyes, the judgmental faces, the bouncing curls, and the extravagant ribbons all reeked of a certain societal decay. Not even the Soulless could come up with such an event so wicked, so damned, so utterly repulsive.

[color=9999ff]"If I do not return, send James my love,"[/color] Virginia instructed her driver, as she descended from the carriage, having arrived at one of the many galas of the season. She hardly restrained herself from crinkling her nose, seeing the decadence and travesty surrounding her. There were many activities she wished she could undergo. Perhaps a riveting game of Wake the Dead with dear James, Alfred serving as the scorekeeper. Perhaps an examination into the post mortem state, with the corpse of a newly departed individual brought to her basement for her experimentations. 

"Why my lady, 'tis only a party," the carriage driver protested, as he closed the door. "You'll be right as rain, just you see."

[color=9999ff]"If I gave you a glass of arsenic, you would see it as half full,"[/color] Virginia observed with a sigh. [color=9999ff]"It is quite a pity, but I suppose it cannot be helped. Some people see the world in strange ways, I suppose."[/color]

Dressed in her icy blue gown, her stare matched its intensity. Other peers attempted to greet her, inquiring after the health of Lord Dywell--when Virginia knew that they only sought to take the Crypt fortune for their own. She rebuked them at each turn, only pausing ever so slightly as she glimpsed Millicent. The woman had likely already faced a fate worse than any torture Virginia could think of, and she briskly made her way over to her friend, nodding at dear Mosi who stood near her. 

[color=9999ff]"This party is so repugnant,"[/color] Virginia sighed, sounding almost wistful as she added, [color=9999ff]"if only the murders would begin soon. Then we might have a proper spectacle."[/color]