The back allies of Baltimore were never a good place to go trolling at night, especially outside the inner harbor where the night clubs held sway over the population. Rams Head Live pulsed brightly right off of Main Street but if anyone dared to wander farther down they would come across the Sonar where it wasn't uncommon for concert goers to have their vehicles hijacked: that's one of the main reasons everyone took the taxi or charter buses in the city.<br/><br/>Even this late at night with the crescent moon suspended beside the tiny stars in the sky Baltimore pulsed with vitality, energy, and expectations. People bounced from the Hard Rock Cafe along the harbor railings to lean over with laughter in their voices while others exited the Ruth's Chris Steak House holding hands. Cars honked and crawled along the allies, faster in comparison to the stop and go from a few hours before.<br/><br/>One such individual walked slowly along the railing dividing the bustle of human bodies from the dark well of the Atlantic. She could see the spiraling forms of creatures far larger than those sea creatures held in the aquariums, larger than some of the boats placed to race along the dock for the night. Most were too preoccupied to notice, but she did. She always knew when<em>others</em>were near and most of the time they ignored her.<br/><br/>From her ragged jeans pocket she pulled forth a card with multiple stylized images, some of which she recognized, others that she couldn't name. Seven in total and given to her at random by a wandering vagabond, the paper may have once been white but now held smears of dirt and other stains she didn't want analyze to close. But despite all the images it was the name written in a neat, masculine cursive on the back that gave her body instant chills of foreboding: Lynia.<br/><br/>Her name.<br/><br/>Tucking a wayward curl behind her ear she pursed her lips together as she stopped under a light pole and watched the waves roll in. Much like the darkness in the sky Lynia's eyes were a deep and all-consuming sapphire-violet with tiny flecks of diamond dust. When she looked to her left at the sound of steady and purposeful footfalls her curls caught the light and they lit up brilliantly as if each strand had been woven with silver fire. Though exotic in appearance her moods and mannerisms kept many at bay but she held her foul mood in check. There was no reason to get bent out of shape when she didn't understand the implications of the card or the unknown stranger who had given it to her.