Larxene's night had been going quite well, final admissions always seemed to net her more souls, and from what she saw, it was quite a nice turnout, leaving only one seat empty from what she could see. She decided to go a different route, outfit-wise for the night, having unhooked her top earlier on in the show. She was about twenty-five feet up in nothing but black boyshorts. She grinned to herself, making sure to work slowly. Larxene hung from her hands, keeping the strands of cerulean fabric separated. Her back had been turned to the crowd. She silently thanked her profession for not having to actually speak to these people, that was a definite plus in her book. She wrapped her feet three times in each respective strand and touched her feet together. Reaching higher on the fabric, she pulled herself upward to adjust her bodyweight and lower herself into the 'foot-locks' she made. She shifted her right leg forward, going down into a split for a few seconds. The faint sound of rustling caught her attention, as if someone touched the doorway to her tent. She let her eyes fall closed, as to keep her expression relaxed as she listened harder. A smile played at her lips. She knew it had to be nothing; there wasn't ever any movement outside when shows were in session. She'd been doing this long enough to know that. Larxene continued her work, having shifted her right leg straight out to her right side and leaned her shoulders to her left, joining her legs together. Faint music rang in her ears, causing her to push the stray thoughts of odd noises from her head. She bent her knees halfway to her chest to shift the fabric between them, all whilst turning over and upward to her right, sitting upright between the strands. She silently thanked herself for remembering to stretch between shows this time, having moved one arm higher on one strand; she pressed her back against the other. Larxene drew a breath and exhaled slowly, opening her eyes to look out to the crowd one final time. The pendant around her neck glowered in the spotlight above her. An odd shade of color stuck out to her in the crowd, compared to the somewhat dark colors of the room itself. Sure enough, She spotted the color blue, causing her to squint a little. It was a girl. Not that it bothered her, quite a bit of females had fought to see her shows. She really took pride in that. It wasn't the fact that the color blue caught her eye, handfuls of people wore bright colors to shows all the time. But blue hair was another thing entirely. Her eyes widened a little, getting a glimpse of the girl's face. Her breath caught in her throat. Surely it couldn't be, right? ….She was dead, wasn't she? Still, she leaned backward, taking the left strand of fabric into her left hand and pulled herself upward, simultaneously straightening her right leg and bending her left knee, effectively bringing her heel towards her butt, making an X out of the fabric across her chest. The fabric was soft, but brushing over the tattoo on her ribs always felt strange to her. Larxene shook the thought. Keeping the fabric in place, she reached her right arm through the top of the X, taking the respective strand in that hand, and taking hold of the left strand in the other. She shifted the fabric across her back, pulling herself upward into a standing position. A light orange colored mist began to loom over the crowd before her. Her chest heaved slightly. What should she do? Could she really choose who's soul to take? She'd never done that before. She inverted herself, legs doing a center split. Now hanging from her midsection, she spun, forcing her back to the crowd once again. Without thinking, she leaned her head back to expose her neck, taking her black choker by the pendant. With some force, the choker gave way, the black band of the choker breaking away from her neck entirely. She chewed her lip for a moment. The girl she knew was dead wasn't she? A sense of anxiousness washed over her. Wrapping her choker around her right hand, she reached upward with her left to take hold of the left strand. She reached her right arm through, effectively turning herself right side up yet again; she lowered herself into a right split, looking wide-eyed out to the crowd, roaring with applause The pendant shimmered in the light. She blinked. The odd mist began to make its way over to her right hand. The crowd slowly began to disperse, What could she do? The applause faded as more of the room cleared out. She brought her hand to her mouth, glancing back to the girl in the crowd. She didn't seem hollow-eyed like the rest of them. Would this really work? She wasn't certain, but she gave it a try. Biting down on the pendant with some force, she felt it crack in her teeth. Her eyes widened in horror. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she knew it couldn't have been good. A strange pain coursed through her chest, causing her to bite her tongue to quell her urge to cry out. She pulled herself upward with both hands, shifting her lower body to unravel the 'foot-locks' which were still in place. She slid down the fabric the rest of the way, toes finally touching the floor. Larxene put a hand to her chest to steady her breathing. She kept her free hand on the fabric to keep balance and looked down at her toes, somewhat scared to look up. They couldn't be the same person, right? Either way, she didn't want to be responsible for killing her a second time.