#confession i've never actually written mina before so we're just... giving this a spin!

[peoplesing]

@inbox5 liked for a starter from mina murray.

the paris opera was everything she had anticipated, and so much more. the westenra family had spared no expense on this trip. lucy, dearest lucy, of course requested that mina must come too, for she would surely die without her presence. that, it would seem, was subjective: mina has long since lost sight of lucy once the show had ended. much to mina's dismay, even after conducting several searches of the vast halls, she was still nowhere to be seen.

mina sighs to no one but herself, a pause taken to lean against the wall. one hand plants there while the other, as she reaches down, works to untie the laces holding her boots together. she manages to loosen them both within a few moments, and she feels small relief for her sore feet. it was late, and the people were dwindling, surely no one would notice at a glance that she was holding her shoes rather than wearing them?

at long last she takes them off, pulling each one off with one swift motion. both of them land with a thump, and she wiggles her toes in her stockings, feeling better already at the coolness of the floor.

i still have to find lucy, she thinks dismally, a little more than frustrated at her friend's flightiness. where on earth could she have possibly gone? no doubt with a new acquaintance!

mina senses motion in the darkness, with only the slightest noise accompanying it, like silk brushing against silk. her eyes, now a little wide, scan the empty room once more. she finds nothing. at least, at first. mina has a logical mind, though she is still intrigued by the rumors of the ghost that haunts the palais garnier. if all rooms were as vast, as empty, as black as pitch as this one, she could see why such a tale would transpire. the walls were open, yet all too tight and enclosing.

❝ goodness, mina, you think such strange things! ❞ she lightly scolds herself, picking up her boots and turning to deposit herself in a nearby chair. she lands with a huff, and sets her boots down on the floor by her feet. she sinks into the chair eagerly, having had to sit perfectly straight for the performance itself.

❝ i do hope lucy hasn't gotten into trouble... ❞