InsaneJournal

After arriving to the Underground, and shown to her dormitory by the very nice Doctor Carlisle, Delirium was on the move again. She rarely truly stood still, or stayed still. Even her form, if someone focused on it for too long or too hard, was constantly in motion. Whether it was the hair that bared strong resemblance to lazily waving seaweed or leaves in a breeze, or the fact that she was (upon very intent study) blurry around the edges, like an object just out of focus, Del wasn't terribly still. Quiet sometimes, but not still. Hence the reading of the journals, which she found fascinating, and the want to go out again.

Schuldig. It was an interesting name. And she repeated it to her faithful companion, who quite sensibly said that they should wait to explore for another day. But sensibilities often went unheeded. There they were-- punk-looking teenager with lavared hair mixed with pieces of green and blue, leather jacket over too-big shirt and mesh undershirt, and combat boots walking with a German Shepherd as if she had no care in the world. She was easily distracted, and even more so by the lights and noises of the fair. So it took her a while to actually get to the haunted house. But once she got there, Del knew exactly what it was. Tinny-sounding shrieks and moans were broadcast from the speakers outside, overlapped by cackling and other ghastly noises. It made the girl giggle. "Not what they sound like. Less moan and groan. More growls. More why's and howls." She spoke to Barnabas, or maybe herself, and then looked around. She didn't know what the man looked like. But figured that he'd be where she looked last.

That was precisely why she looked there first. And grinned when she saw whom she believed to be Schuldig. Waving.