Feet gliding over one of the rails, balancing a slender form that seemed to be humming to herself, skipped off and moved towards a wall of the subway tunnel. Some sort of dark imprint seemed to be left in the petite figure's wake. With a strangely impish sort of giggle, handprints began to appear along the wall as she skipped beside it, slapping her hands into it...

Crimson ichor painted the sides of the tunnel, and she seemd to delight in her fingerpainting. The giggling seemed to switch to a weeping murmur, an angry sound as bloody portraits of daisies seemed to take over the wall... They increased until a good yard of tunnel wall had been transformed into scarlet grafitti.

Scrubbing the back of a pale, blood-spattered wrist beneath her right eye, tears smudged the blood, and left a streak of the liquid across the smooth, pale flesh. A tremorous sigh shivered her body, and she toddled a few steps forward, twining her arms about herself and singing softly to herself again, the Gaelic words trilling off a tongue that was intimately acquainted with the lyrics. Her voice was quite good, a clear, high soprano... But in the dark, empty subway tunnel, it was an eerie, macabre sound.