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[ Diva stretched, one arm above her head as she stared at the bay window across from her bed with a speculative look in her eye, as she hummed a question. ]
Is it nice out there? It's so stuffy in here...
[ It only took a second for Diva to ease across the floor, fingers trailing along the back of a white wicker chair before they tightened. In an explosion of movement, she turned, hurling the chair straight for the window, eyes flashing blue as she let go and laughing, laughing as the glass shattered into a hundred pieces and more, falling... ]
Ah, that's better. [ and she leaned forward, suddenly there by the window in a lurch of movement too fast for the eye to see. All that's left before the feed ends is the sight of red blood dripping from the glass, Diva's hand sliding along a sharp, ragged edge.
So bright, so sweet... She almost had a hunger for it. ]
[ restless, needy, Diva won't stay long in her broken rooms. She'll travel, finding refuge in the pavilion she'd long since claimed her own. Stumble upon her at your own risk. She may, or may not, treat you kindly... ]
((ooc: Nothing major will happen to your character without OOC permission first. She's just as likely to walk away as she is to do lasting, major harm.