Ophelia walks, the breeze of the night seeming to sink into the depths of her soul. She sighs softly, pausing a moment, closing her eyes. This would be good for her. A new place, albeit strange and uncanny, but still, new. It was away from her family, from her mother, and that was enough for her. She didn’t have the worst relationship with them, at least she thought she didn’t, it was just…trying at times. Cruel remarks spreading throughout her mind, given to her from her own blood. Her friend said that she needed therapy, but Ophelia refused, instead self medicating with nicotine and weed. 
    Opening her eyes, she lets the moonlight guide her, striking up another cigarette as she walks into a more gated off area of town. This one, while still bland and lifeless, and a touch more color, more personality. She inhaled sharply, hearing a car engine revving. “What the hell…?” She mumbles, freezing as she sees a car jet past her. “Huh…” that wasn’t totally boring. Ophelia eyes follow to where the car seemed to be heading, and she grins at a neon sign, with one word, “Bar” she raises a brow. “This people are literal as hell,” she mumbles. 
    She strolls to the entrance, not bothered by much anymore, the smoke helping. Her hair, long and discolored flows loosely down her shoulders, her skin illuminated by the moonlight. Her figure wasn’t terrible, she thought it to be mostly plain with a smaller bust and wider hips. She wasn’t sharp edged anywhere, her skin soft, her eyes matching the look, always wide and doll like, dull blue orbs staring into the soul of anyone she were to meet