Dante’s Palace (Open)

The girl stands before the entrance of the building before her, though not directly in front of it. She presumes that the other people near her are entering this place as well- though perhaps they were allured to the gothic theme by natural means...rather than forced. At last, she'd finally convinced her Father to allow her to linger around outside within this particular time of day, and also got him to (via deceiving him) buy her clothing appropriate for where she wanted to go. Her attire consisting purely of a black shade, she wears a trench coat and short boots. Her Dad refused to buy her the short skirt she'd asked for, so she wore a pair of black jeans. Her skin is slightly pallid, and around her eyes is subtly dark. Whilst her outfit made her look a bit older, truly she'd not been of the age to be in such a location.
Her friends and peers had told her to try things that were taboo. Whilst originally she'd just ignore them, she'd finally succumbed to their pressure. This in turn brought her to where she was now- awaiting for this Palace to open and hopefully bring about entertainment. To say the least, Kyoko is slightly uneasy. Her mind is laden with thoughts, thoughts of the plausibility of being caught around this part of the city a little too distant from her home. "Oh, is it opening? So soon..." She says as she begins to saunter towards the entrance. She is bored, tired from walking especially in these uncomfortable clothes, and slightly unquiet.

“Hm? Oh- yeah...” Kyo states in response to the individual whom had approached her. His presence had surprised the youth slightly, as she had not expected to be approached. Though, with the context of his speech, what she had thought would have repelled people away from her turned out to be her means of perchance sparking conversation. “My name’s Kyoko,” Her lips curl into a sly smile upon her pale visage as she holds her hands together behind her back. “But you can just call me Kyo...” Overall, she is formal when she speaks in publicity. Or rather, when she speaks to people whom she hasn’t grown to be perfectly accustomed to. Otherwise...
“Well, I guess I couldn’t help it, as there’s a lack of entertainment at my house...This place though,” She looks the place over with an observant eye, taking into account the herd of people that seemed to be within the area. “...this is my first time being to a place like it, to be honest.” What she says seems true if one refers to her age.
She nets some of her hair behind her ear. Despite how formal and fluent her speech seems to be, and how sly her smile had been, she still could be considered shy because of everything being so new to her, and so many people being around. Though, gradually she’d come to lighten up a bit.