Re: rooftop; wandering (various warnings likely.)
She shook her head as she pressed herself hard against the wall at her back, her weight on her uninjured foot as the other one continued to drip slowly to her toes, falling to the roof in a small smear of scarlet. "My date," she whispered, voice thready, hoping that the answer was sufficient for him to leave her alone. His next question made her nearly nauseous, and she choked out a louder "No! It's not..."
Her date may not have arrived for her, leaving her to fend for herself at this strange Masquerade, but he would never have this sort of slimy evil to him. Would never threaten anyone in this way. She was certain. He was a good man at heart, if not always on the surface. She didn't voice those thoughts, instead focusing on the way the man in front of her moved closer, watching for an opening to run past him. And- there.
Ignoring the way her foot ached, she jolted forward at the first possible opportunity, hoping for the best. She had to make the effort at least. Several steps forward, and the blood on the bottom of her foot caused a slick spot on the roof and with sudden slip, her ankle twisted, taking her to one knee, skinning it badly. She attempted to scramble back up, hands flat against the ground as she pushed herself forward.