Snippet #2208592

A singular figure made her way towards the venue, bag slung over her shoulder, and piece of paper held in one hand. It had been a rather long day, admittedly, and it was not over yet. A car ride, a train journey, several changes and finally attempting to find her way to a location that she'd never heard of and was only fairly sure actually existed. She was about nineteen years of age. A slender young woman with wavy black hair.

It had been a long time since she'd lived in the area. Normally a return would being up...nostalgia perhaps? Not this place though. She'd never exactly thought of the place in good terms. If anything it felt like going back to a warzone. And it was D-day.

For Magdalena Moody, I was time to take care of business, though Lord knows she'd been trying to avoid it. She'd disappeared for four years to avoid it after all. It had been about four years since she'd vanished, taken a few things and completely abandoned her previous life. She couldn't deny that while it had not been one of her greatest plans, it had worked out. She was older, and a lot better off. She had financial independence, friends and one half decent parent....but despite that..it was what she'd walked away from that still bothered her.

On reflection, things would probably be easier had she been more...dressed for the occasion. Wearing a rather ragged looking skirt, a T-shirt adorned with a skull design, and a set of enormous boots decorated with spider web patterns, not to mention rather an excess of eyeliner, it occurred to Mag that was was not exactly wearing the best look to be taken seriously.

It was, of course, too late to do anything about it by then. She'd gotten word from a friend that Orien was playing at the address she held in one gloved hand. It seemed like a good time to show her hand and speak to him. Public place, and it meant she could get inside regardless as to whether he wanted her there or not. Nowhere was really the ideal situation to confront your relative about their heroin use, but this was going to be as good as any. Magdalena brushed her hair out of her face as she beheld the location. Looked loud and chaotic. Ordinarily she wouldn't be concerned by that...but tonight was different. Tonight she had a pretty serious mission.

"Oh well.." the young woman muttered, as she stepped inside.
"Here goes nothing..."