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@k. seulgi ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ (i tried ;; )

Chaeryeong watched the show, smiling happily. She never got tired of the Nutcracker. It was absolutely her favorite show. She's been to see it every since she figured out how to walk on land. At 19, she was still coming to see it on her own. Though... It was the second year without her parents by her side. She stood up with the rest of the crowd, clapping happily. Another perfect year. Though... Even she could see the small mistakes made by the dancers. She just shrugged and lingered slightly, looking up at the final set. Wishing her parents were there with her. After a bit she decided to leave the theater.

Walking out and past the alley she bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't see you there~!" She said, smiling a bit. She tilted her head slightly. "Are you okay? Do you need help or are you in a hurry?" Even though she didn't know the other she was always one to be concerned when someone was like this. She reached out, lightly grabbing the other's arm. "Did something happen in the alley?"

@l. chaeryeong ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃᶦᵈ [] hopefully this is a good place. sorry for taking so long, i lowkey highkey passed out when i got home dfhjs : )))

The overture. The beginning. The . The end.

Seulgi didn't know where she was, but considering she was only 26, she assumed she was still in the overture. Though the ballet was coming to a close, Seulgi found herself yearning for more. She had never watched others dance, except maybe for her direct partner. She didn't like watching others dance. After all, she noticed way too many errors. Since she had fallen into the depths of vampirism, she had no choice but to stalk over to the local ballet and watch them dance. As she kept watching and watching, she didn't notice the mistakes anymore, and she didn't see how the dancers would fumble or how their knees would shake from the pressure. A lot of them were quite good, actually, possibly not as good as Seulgi but still quite good.

Had she grown soft? She used never give anyone any compliments.

With a heavy sigh, Seulgi stood with the others in the crowd. A standing ovation. The show was a beautiful rendition of the same, old, tired Nutcracker. It was getting close to Christmas, after all. The dancers came out in their gorgeous dresses and tutus, the male dancers in their military suits and tight stockings. They bowed, face cracking their make up in their smiles. Seulgi didn't smile with them, but she clapped. They were excellent, after all.

Having been around so many sweaty and exhilarated bodies made Seulgi more irritated. She would have to feed tonight. If she didn't, then one of the dozen children that watched with hopes and dreams towards the dancers might be victims. Seulgi left early and waited by the theatre. Once someone came out, alone and shady, staring at the children oddly. Seulgi made her appearance. The act wasn't hard; the man was too skinny to put up any real fight. The only issue was keeping him silent. He seemed to like it, but he still objected. Perhaps to put up a show. He was some kind of . Seulgi pulled away, pocketing some of the cash or change he had, and taking note of his ID so that she doesn't come near him a second time.

She wiped and left the body there. As she was leaving the dingy alley of the theatre, she ran into someone. An employee? A dancer? Someone who just wanted to stay late? She was a young woman, possibly younger than Seulgi. "Sorry," She muttered, trying her best to walk past her. She didn't think the other woman would, but she tried to escape anyways.