Suicide
"Why didn't he tell me we were going out?" a feminine voice grumbled. It belonged to none other than Miss Suicide, well, Suicide. Most just so happened to know her by her stage name, though it wasn't all that far from the truthful name. Sure, some would wonder why anyone would name their child after something so disturbing as self inflicted death, but hey, she liked the name.
She sighed, running a brush through her hair one more time. The young woman-Lucain was standing in front of a large mirror in the middle of one of the costume storage and dressing area combined rooms of the theater. It was strange, living in a theater, but she honestly didn't mind. At the moment, she was appraising herself, turning and twisting in front of the reflective glass to get a look at herself in all possible angles. It was a good outfit, though fairly simple, she decided.