<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/cc/75/e1/cc75e156f0a78109aa4792c80f08b2d9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nina (currently Petunia) Hargreeves<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Asylum, the Hergreeves home front door living room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wearing, jeans, sneakers, a light jacket and shirt. Her purple hair flowing freely yet elegantly down around her shoulders<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>'Breaking News....renowned eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead.</em></div><br/>Nina or at this point Petunia looked at the front door of the mansion she once called home. Her vibrant and knowing eyes glanced over the front gate and sighed. Inside would be a world she'd thought left behind. Though this would be different, wouldn't it? Their father was dead, so his experiments were over. Still Nina had been too afraid to face the reality of going back to her home. But her alters didn't give her much of a choice. The moment that Raven heard dear dad was dead she went into a rage. Though Nina couldn't fathom why, in fact all her altars were in a tizzy. The only one that seemed to keep itself pulled together was Petunia, one of her protectors. A strong alter that seemed to have her shit together, at least somewhat.<br/><br/>Inside of her mind Nina had stepped back and allowed the more calm alter step into the light. It was a smooth transition, but still an odd sensation as Nina could still sense and see what was going on around her at the moment. Petunia only blocked her from seeing the worst of things, in fact most of her alters did even if they weren't protectors. It left such huge gaps in her memory, especially when an altar refused to release its hold on her. There were times she'd spent weeks as someone else, and others where she switched several times a day. There was no controlling or predicting her switches, she was simply along for the ride most days.<br/><br/>And today was not unlike that, as Nina and Petunia looked around them for a moment before placing both hands on the gate and stepping forward. The iron bars screeched as she pushed at them and stepped through. Slow easy steps carried her up the front steps and to the front door, which was thankfully unlocked. So she pushed the large wooden door open and stepped into the grand front room. Her eyes slowly took it in as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Hello?" an elegant and gentle voice called out around her. But she paused then and tilted her head as her hair started to shift to the golden hue of Raven's. "No...it's my turn." Petunia spoke up but her head jerked to the side, "Fuck that noise, you'll take forever to get this shit done." Raven spoke up as her head slowly turned to the other side and she sighed, "We can't rush this, Nina...well Nina needs time." Petunia, being one of the few alters that could speak with the others, struggled to hold Raven's anger at bay. But after a few moments her hair returned to purple and things seemed to settle. "Good...very good," Petunia spoke before stepping over toward the living room as she started to look around for anyone that might be home.<br/>