Marcia was waiting on the sidewalk across the street from the pit. She had resorted to biting her nails to keep herself occupied. After watching three fallen angels (one with extensive smiling problems), a demon, and two angles all crowd around the same bar, Marcia for the first time really believed anything was possible. She was waiting for just the right moment to enter. The only person who has ever met her before was the bartender. After all the drinks she has had every bartender in the United Stated knows who she is, but besides that everyone else were strangers. She watched when Corv left the bar area with one of the angels. This made Marcia chuckle a bit, but she knew the angle couldn't have any alternative motives. Still the sight was amusing. She decided this was the best time to make her entrance. Without anyone there who knew her personally they would be left to judge her for themselves. She stepped back for a running start. She ran right through the doors of the pit preforming a cartwheel just before landing on the bar table. She had decided she would rather sit on the table because so many of the chairs were filled already and Marcia didn't like being crowded.<br/><br/>Marcia sat on the table between the two small groups. " Hello Peoples! Fancy meeting you all here today. My name is Marcia and I really don't care who you are, but if you feel the need to tell me you may. So what brings such a variety of people here today? I haven't seen anything like it for centuries... can't be very good for the nerves you know!"  She looked around at all of the faces staring at her. Some were a mixture of shock and confusion. Others were just smirking. Marcia let out a shrill laugh that could have shattered windows and made a few people on the far corners of the bar glance at her with pained expressions. "Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Just then Marcia noticed someone else sitting on one of the stools at the bar. Normally Marcia would have ignored such a person, but this particular one intrigued her. She was just a you girl who was far to young to be in a bar. Marcia admired this. She appeared to be just a normal girl, yet something was peculiar about her. There seemed to be almost a presence about her. It was so small that for a moment Marcia thought she imagined it. There was still something. Marcia walked over to the young girl. She put an uncomfortable arm around her and said, "What brings a lost puppy like this to a Big Bad Place like the pit?"