Alyssa stepped out of her hotel onto the busy New Orleans street. The air here was....electrified and Alyssa leaned her head back and inhaled deeply, she felt the history here. She had been here less than a week and she had fallen in love with city. Perhaps she would stay here, she could go to school. Her "parents" were rich and wouldn't care if she transferred her school to here. They would ask a few courtesy questions and she would give them bullshit answers. That's what they had done for years, it was a system they all liked it that way. In fact....that's exactly what she would do; tomorrow she would call her parents and find a new college that would accept her old credits. There she had a plan, now she was ready for a night in this amazing city. The city where one of her favorite book series took place she couldn't wait to explore it.<br/><br/>She walked down the street blending seamlessly with the crowd, her combat boots clunked against the street, her jeans were tucked into her boots and her short sleeve Three Days Grace T-shirt hugged her body. From her pocket a cord worked its way up her shirt and to her ear, the headphones had been inexpensive but they were perfect, they fit her ear and -unlike every other pair of headphones she had owned- they hadn't yet died. She grinned as Godsmacks Saints and Sinners entered her ears. Automatically she started walking to the beat of the song, striding quickly and singing the lyrics under her breath.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm one part saint and two part sinner, and the last part is still on the line"</span>she sang softly, music was her thing, she wrote it, played it, sang it. Whatever came with music she loved.<br/><br/>She walked for what felt like a long time. Walking wherever her feet took her. It wasn't long before she arrived in front of a large door. She looked up and saw in big, black, slightly intimidating letters: "The Pit". Her eyes widened slightly, okay...why not? She was here, what was the sense in turning around and leaving when she was here and there was no bad feeling screaming at her not to go inside. Before she had even totally thought of through what she was doing, she pushed the door open and stepped the bar.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You're almost 19 years old, what the hell are you doing? It's not like you can drink.</span>the rational part of her screamed as she entered the bar and moved towards the bar at the back. She grabbed a seat and turned to stare out at the are before, watching the interactions of all the people. She grimaced when she couldn't hear her music and cranked it, now the song playing was Breaking Benjamins Anthem of the Angels, again she sang lightly under her breath as she watched two people stride off into a room that appeared to be for something other then traditional recreational activities. Her eyes widened slightly before she shrugged it off. These people looked older and a hellvalot more experienced the she was. Who was she to judge? Again she stared out over the bar wondering what the night would bring. This didn't seem like a place that was uneventful, she hoped tonight would be no different. She didn't doubt the possibility of action tonight though considering the rough-looking bunch that was sitting one empty bar stool down from her.