<strong>Aurora Draven</strong><br/><br/><br/>Aurora was all ready up and sitting on the couch, the first cigarette of the day dangling between her lips as she let the smoke from the tip waft upwards. Her eyes, always behind the dark glasses, stared up at the large screen tv as news reports of the carnage from their latest gig flowed on every news channel.<br/><br/>Aurora was dressed in a black tank top and torn low rise jeans. Her black boots were kicked up onto the coffee table and an acoustic guitar rested in her lap. Her left hand nonchalantly played a tune in which would be turned into a song. In fact that's how most of the band's songs came to be. Starting out as an acoustic tune and then into a hard rock song.<br/><br/>She had been to Chicago a few times with her brother and father when she was younger. But she had no real love for the city. As the bus pulled into a stop, she knew they had reached their destination. The sound of someone banging on the bus doors was rather annoying.