| __;; An annoying little ring tone starts to play inside the gold VolvoS40. Suddenly a hand reaches up and grabs the phone off of the dashboard, silencing it with just the touch of a button. A head of black hair can be seen resting against the steering wheel as a faint mumble escapes from somewhere underneath the hair. The person sits up, revealing it to be a woman with a pale face and pink lipgloss. She was obviously asleep when the cameras found her here, and a red mark is evident on her forehead from where she rested against the steering wheel. The woman yawns and pulls down the visor mirror and takes a good look at her reflection. Her eyes pop open at the sight of the red mark, her fingers reach up to touch it as she speaks aloud to herself. Adalyn Raine;; Damn it, I can't go in there with this on my face! __;; She then reaches over for her Chanel purse, which was resting in the passenger seat. After a moment of searching, she pulls out a compact and begins to conceal the red mark on her face. Within seconds, it is gone, and a smile appears on her face. Adalyn Raine;; There! That's more like it. __;; She now closes the visor mirror and with her Chanel purse in hand, opens the door and gets out of her car. Before closing the door, she presses a button to pop the trunk and then goes around to grab her suitcase. It's a pink leopard Betty Johnson case. After retrieving her bag, she closes the trunk and door and locks the car with another click of a button. With the suitcase trailing behind her on wheels, she walks up to the back doors only to find they are locked. Adalyn Raine;; What the hell?! How do they expect us to get in here, if the damn door is locked?! __;; She starts to bang on the door in frustration, while yelling, in attempt to get someone's attention. Adalyn Raine;; Hello? Is anyone in there? It's Adalyn Raine. I'm supposed to debut here tonight....Hello?! __;; Adalyn sighs in frustration and kicks the door, only to be even more upset. She was wearing one of a kind Betsy Johnson heels, and now they had a scuff mark on the front left toe. Adalyn Raine;; Fuck! Augh, this cannot be happening. __;; Adalyn now sits down on the curb in defeat, hoping someone will hurry up and answer the damn door. Minutes pass, and then suddenly the door opens and a seemingly drunk security guard stumbles out. Adalyn Raine;; It's about fucking time! God, I've been out here for at least a half hour! __;; The man stares at her blankly, and Adalyn just shakes her head in disgust. Picking up her suitcase and purse she starts to storm past him when he calls after her. Security Guard;; Wait...what's...your name? Only certified...personal allowed.... Adalyn Raine;; I'm not telling you shit! You kept me waiting out here for thirty minutes, and besides do I look like a hobo? As if a homeless person could afford theese... __;; She motions to her Chanel purse and Betsy Johnson attire. Adalyn then rolls her eyes and stomps away from the drunk security bastard. Then suddenly a thought hits her, where the hell was her locker room? Right when she was starting to freak out a bit, she sees a clipboard resting on a table. Obviously it belonged to the security guard, but it was apparant he was too drunk to do his job properly. She walks over to the table and takes the clipboard, she then signs her name in and finds the number for her locker room. Tossing the clipboard back down, she makes her way down the hall and stops short, finally coming across her locker room. She opens the door and steps inside, not bothering to close the door she goes over to the back and sets her bags down. After taking a quick look around the room, she leaves, closing the door behind her this time. TBC;; by anyone! =] | 
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