Scheme Serenity Jameson was covered in blood. Bright red splotched on the perfect pale blue of her dress, splattered against her cheeks and her arms and those white stockings. If you asked her, though, it was paint. Bits of dried pant that clung to her pallid skin. Brilliant dark brown orbs flickered about, and fingers clung tightly to the bunny rabbit that she had her fingers entangled into. White fur, smeared with blood paint. Lips were furled down into a frown and her form was quivering gently. She was afraid- but, then again, who wouldn't be in a place such as this one?

Scheme Serenity Jameson was a human, or so she seemed. And, in her own mind, she was human-. The female's nose scrunched up, fingers tugging and clinging to red dotted fur. She was scared, quivering, afraid. Lips moved,

"I am God's child. I resist the devil and declare that No weapon formed against me shall prosper."

She shifted a bit more, arms winding themselves around and the rabbit, to squish it to her chest. He would not leave her to be damned in a place such as this. IT was obviously a test, and she would pass it- she would be able to live and survive and not give into temptations, despite the fact that she was in a bar (one that had not escorted the teen out, it was obviously a den of sin).

If anyone had asked the girl how she had found her way out into the middle of nowhere, they would have gotten a blank stare and the subtle tightening of a pale arm around the stuffed rabbit that she clenched in one arm, tugged tight against a slight, shuddering form. Light blue orbs flickered about, taking in how she seemed to be the only person there. A slight sigh left ragged, broken, lips and the girl felt her outer facade quickly seeping away, allowing for her the truth that she hide from everyone- even herself- to leak out and change her.

If other's could see it, it wouldn't be noticeable. The slightest lengthening of fingernails, nails beds seeping a strange mixture of blue and black blood. Her puiples seemed to elongate, until they took on the elegant shape of a cats, and her form seemed to grow stronger, as if it could actually support the fragile being, instead of bowing beneath the cruel on slaughter of the wind.

That was all before she heard the bitter symphony of agony that had announced the other's arrival. Twisting upon a slippered foot, the dark haired 'piress stared in open-mouthed shock at what had come to her little place of solitude. A slight shiver worked it's way along her back, until her shoulders were set back, her head held high, and her pitiful fangs bared in defiance at the creature, even if she did not know who it - he - was.

There was no doubt to the girl that blood shed would soon follow, for it was a common occurance when something that descended from what appeared to be hell visited the mortal realm. Another quiver forced along the girls flesh, skin crawling along bone, while her lips quirked into a large smile, fangs slicing open her lower lip.

She was shocked into silence and something akin to fear when the gust started and all around her began to die. Her nose, quickly, picked up the dismal hint of decay and her fangs elongated even more, lips curling backwards to expose those sharpened pearly whites even more- alas, though, it was too late! Another was to join the non-existent fray.

Nose scrunching upwards the 'piress stepped forward, a hand curled into a fist, the other curling about her rabit's neck as she shook her head, dark hair falling around her form an nearly obscuring it from the gusts of wind from the other as well as the wings that flapped upon the 'angel's' back.

"This may be a little late in coming," she stated, trying as hard as she could not to sneer the words out, "But why've you descended into the mortal realm?"

It was something of a shock to the 'piress to see the actions that were taking place. It was not as if she, too, could burst into flight - nor could she sink within the earth like the other did. She felt, nearly, mortal, trapped within the form that she was occupying and fearing the death that the creature brought. She was shaking, a tremble that worked along her spine, nose scrunched upwards. It seemed, though she was slightly safe - because he was focused upon the angle, though speaking to her.

"Why would you want to destroy everything? Have you ever attempted to simply, live?"

Scheme didn’t know how she got there. One moment the pre-teen was enjoying the life she had made for herself in an unknown realm, and the next the air around her seemed to heat up. Sweat beaded at the young woman’s forehead, matting dark brown hair to her scalp and causing her fingers to glide over her skin, attempting to wipe off the perspiration. This had only happened to the young woman once before- and that memory was a horrible and painful one, causing the girl to start to quake and tug the bunny rabbit that she had been conversing with a few minutes before into her arms. The air started to break up around her, images of perfect tulips and brilliant purple skies breaking into a billion different colors and spots, racing a crossed her vision. A thousand little fingers tugged and pulled at her skin, hair, and dress- pulling her apart in a very painful displacement.
With a rather loud scream, Scheme Serenity Jameson was no longer in the perfect world that she had created through her hopes and dreams. She was, instead, dumped upon the dirty, wooden floor of Gambit’s bar, panting and out of breath from the sudden upheaval of her form to such a strange and off place. Dark, pain filled brown orbs flickered about as the twenty-two year old woman shoved herself to her feet with one arm (the other still clenching the rabbit she had grasped before leaving her dream-world) and stared down at her new body.

She was now a young woman, twenty two years of age, damp brown hair tangled around a rather slender face. Her dress, which had fit her twelve year old form perfectly, looked large and out of place on her new frame and she disliked the way that it felt on her skin. Too itchy. Stretched to tight along her shoulders. Not that her physical appearance mattered, nor what she wore. The main thing was where she was- now.

What world she was in.