Tarriances [Fem!Rapture x Italy]

[Armadili]

Many new things appeared in the fog of the last world war. One of these new spectacles was Rapture, a 'small' city under the sea. She was new, yet for some reason, she had age. As if she had always been there, waiting for a way to manifest itself in such a way as that which was offered her after the confusion. So even though Rapture was new, she was also very old. Inside she was what manifested from things as Oppression, Greed of nations, and Hatred. This caused her to be incredibly aware of almost any nation's faults...Any nation's evils. So naturally, she had avoided most of the others. Mostly she hated the Allies though, for reasons unknown by other countries...But she had gotten along with at least one of the Axis, and so far they had been good in her book. This did not leave her from expecting the worst from Italy.

She had started to visit a few of Italy's many ports. For a few months, she had gone and come unmolested from anyone. She was there one day and gone the next, and she hopefully was ignored by the area's owner. She was a city underwater, Ports had kept her alive for the first few months... So she felt comfortable in these places. The problem is that her normal ports were now being stalked by a certain North American Country...if not him, then certainly his brother...She could never tell the difference anyway.

So now she sat in a small restaurant down by the docks, awaiting her lunch before she set out to sea again. Rapture was an interesting thing to look at, she had shoulder length brown hair. For some strange reason, her hair was always wet, and she could never seem to dry it. She almost always wore a red laced dress that went down to about her knees and long gloves of the same color, these went up to almost her shoulder. Rapture also carried with her, her mask. She never separated from the thing. It was old and worn, but she always wore it, it never left her sight. It was a masquerade mask, a wondering Rabbit. One of the ears had snapped half off, and there was something red coloring parts of it in splats, but otherwise it was fine...and it was just the way she liked it. The mask concealed her face, hopefully keeping the others away. But for now she waited and as she did she quietly hummed to herself "The party's over now, the dawn is drawing very nigh,~The candles gutter, the starlight leaves the sky;~"

(Forever alone ;~; you died ;;)