The crowd was abuzz! So many people! So many voices to meld with those in her adorable head! Long crimson locks were tied back in a high ponytail just aching to be tugged. Dark eyes adorned with thick lashes and smeared black coal-like substance staining around both eyes. Dry thick lips painted an eerie red with a silver piercing through the lower one. Despite such appearances, she held a smile that lured many bystanders. A tattered cream colored corset hugged the luscious frame of her body. Ripped fishnet stockings adorned shapely legs. With her lower tidbits barely covered with remnants of ripped pants. Nails were long enough to be filed into claws from petite fingertips. Her left arm dawned a fingerless white and stained arm length fingerless glove. Healed claw marks could be seen on the curve of one breast, an exposed arm, and here and there on her legs. The thickness seemed to vary, suggesting different causes and separate occasions.<br/><br/>Right now, children were in awe at the sight of a possessed doll that jumped from his owner's shoulder to retrieve a few coins tossed upon the ground for the display.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Dolly, don't greedy. Put the coins away and play with the children!"</span>The oddly dressed woman scolded the eerie looking faceless doll. "<i>Whatis that? Oh no..." </i>She laughed openly while speaking to herself. "<i>No... hmm... I see no one like that. Perhaps you're mistaken. Oh, that's not nice...</i>" A wicked smile danced upon her lips. The voices were so mean sometimes and so pushy! Oh well, it was a simple request and she enjoyed things to do.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">"Who is the bloody hell are you talkin too?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">A thick pot-bellied man asked as he marveled at the girl with a body that he could have fun with. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">"This one is a mad one, she is..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">In that instance, a high pitched laughter pierced the air. "I'm not mad, my dear, merely gifted. That's what they say." Upon tips of her toes, she closed the gap between her at the filthy male. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"They say you're bad... oh yes. Two dead wives?! Oh my.... such a naughty man. And you call me mad..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">Laughter rang through the air as she danced around the man. Now almost everyone knew everyone in this town and there was no way that anyone could not notice the odd being that was this 'Dolly' so how could she know that two of his wives died. Even more, why did she speak as though he had done it? </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"He killed his wife, the love of his Life, and did it again to savor the sin...the first with a knife in the midst of a strife, the next was drowned after he was found fooling around...." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">This she sang twice while dancing around the man. The man was so shocked he could not make a word past the lump in his fat throat. Someone in the crowd shouted,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I knew he did it! Filthy pig killed Elena and Meredith!! You heard the woman!" </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">The ragdoll performed cartwheels on the ground and climbed from one child to another like parkour. The scantily clad woman danced her way back to the center and jumped upon some stacked crates and bowed before the stirring crowd. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I hope you enjoyed that little reveal. Mind your demons, my dears and have a lovely day." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">With one more glorious bow she walked off. Another entertained crowd and a nice satchel of coins. This would tide her over until their next destination. "<i>What do you mean that wasn't nice? The girls told the tale and I merely sang it. That was him, right? Then what the matter, silly?" </i>The woman smiled and openly spoke to herself with a humored laugh and a constant smile. She tossed a coin to a merchant who tossed her an apple. Fingers and an impressive set of canines sunk into the juicy fruit and casually walked with the doll perched upon her creamy shoulders. </span>