[Finding herself in a dressing room was peculiar at best. She wasn't made for the show business, just to be entertained by it. Still, Sibella found herself curious of what was available to her- and became momentarily distracted by her reflection in the mirror. Good God, was that how she looked?
With a wrinkle of her nose, she closed the distance between herself and the mirror and leaned in closer.] Ugh.
[Reaching for a brush, she smoothed her carefully coiffed hair to perfection, and set it down just after. Minor issues with her makeup were quickly fixed, her corset properly tightened to give the proper amount of... fluff... and she was turning from her spot to peer outside the door.]
Monty, darling? [Cooed in a sing song voice as she glanced down the hallways.] Phoebe?
[ This Petty Pace ]
[Sibella made her way to the wine as soon as she found her way to the kitchen- she could not bear the thought of stomaching food just yet, but when she found herself hungry, she would do best by fluttering her eyelashes at anyone who looked like they knew what they were doing.
Until then, this beautiful red wine looked like it would do, and because she didn't want to be caught drinking alone, she pulled two glasses. If you come across her, she smirk and coyly glance your way.] Would you care to join me?
[ curtain ]
[Sibella wasn't a woman that scared easily- though one would argue that a dead body was plenty scary. She stared at the poor soul, with a look easily confused for shock as one eyebrow raised and she pressed her fingertips to the stomach of her corset.]
That poor fellow. [She may comment breathlessly if someone approaches the scene, tearing her gaze away from the body in a practiced motion. Though morbid curiosity may get the better of her, it is still a dead body- and appropriately grotesque as one might expect of the recently deceased.]
Sibella Hallward | A Gentleman's Guide
[Finding herself in a dressing room was peculiar at best. She wasn't made for the show business, just to be entertained by it. Still, Sibella found herself curious of what was available to her- and became momentarily distracted by her reflection in the mirror. Good God, was that how she looked?
With a wrinkle of her nose, she closed the distance between herself and the mirror and leaned in closer.] Ugh.
[Reaching for a brush, she smoothed her carefully coiffed hair to perfection, and set it down just after. Minor issues with her makeup were quickly fixed, her corset properly tightened to give the proper amount of... fluff... and she was turning from her spot to peer outside the door.]
Monty, darling? [Cooed in a sing song voice as she glanced down the hallways.] Phoebe?
[ This Petty Pace ]
[Sibella made her way to the wine as soon as she found her way to the kitchen- she could not bear the thought of stomaching food just yet, but when she found herself hungry, she would do best by fluttering her eyelashes at anyone who looked like they knew what they were doing.
Until then, this beautiful red wine looked like it would do, and because she didn't want to be caught drinking alone, she pulled two glasses. If you come across her, she smirk and coyly glance your way.] Would you care to join me?
[ curtain ]
[Sibella wasn't a woman that scared easily- though one would argue that a dead body was plenty scary. She stared at the poor soul, with a look easily confused for shock as one eyebrow raised and she pressed her fingertips to the stomach of her corset.]
That poor fellow. [She may comment breathlessly if someone approaches the scene, tearing her gaze away from the body in a practiced motion. Though morbid curiosity may get the better of her, it is still a dead body- and appropriately grotesque as one might expect of the recently deceased.]