A haunted house. Really. The ambience was certainly far creepier than anyone probably intended, but Beatrice is more interested in determining if there's more reality behind the facade, or simply cheap jumpscares and perhaps a chainsaw. She observes from a distance for a fair bit, taking in the ambience, and the three out-of-place-seeming maybe-humans observing it.
Before heading in, she might wonder aloud to a passerby. "Is it just me, or is this even shadier than most haunted houses...?" asks the beautiful blonde woman hanging out alone near a junkyard.
3
Clubs are decidedly not Beatrice's scene. It's not that there's too many people - it's that there's too many corpses and herd animals. The sheer excess of physical passion and lack of thought here was enough to hurt her extra senses.
Still...this is the only bar around that serves actual absinthe, and it's easily the best-protected location in the city that a human could just walk into. Beatrice leans on the bar and sips at her wormwood concoction, looking slightly more cool and mysterious and less like a hopeless bookworm thanks to a golden butterfly mask. Hopefully, anyway.
If anyone's tired of dancing and wants to talk to the kind of girl who shows up at a party just to complain, she's definitely available for that.
Beatrice | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni | Native (Mage) AU
A haunted house. Really. The ambience was certainly far creepier than anyone probably intended, but Beatrice is more interested in determining if there's more reality behind the facade, or simply cheap jumpscares and perhaps a chainsaw. She observes from a distance for a fair bit, taking in the ambience, and the three out-of-place-seeming maybe-humans observing it.
Before heading in, she might wonder aloud to a passerby. "Is it just me, or is this even shadier than most haunted houses...?" asks the beautiful blonde woman hanging out alone near a junkyard.
3
Clubs are decidedly not Beatrice's scene. It's not that there's too many people - it's that there's too many corpses and herd animals. The sheer excess of physical passion and lack of thought here was enough to hurt her extra senses.
Still...this is the only bar around that serves actual absinthe, and it's easily the best-protected location in the city that a human could just walk into. Beatrice leans on the bar and sips at her wormwood concoction, looking slightly more cool and mysterious and less like a hopeless bookworm thanks to a golden butterfly mask. Hopefully, anyway.
If anyone's tired of dancing and wants to talk to the kind of girl who shows up at a party just to complain, she's definitely available for that.