[i]♪He pulls the cities high tension wires down♪[/i] The tune blared from the speakers of of Julia's CJ-5, gently tapping her fingers against her steering wheel as she absentmindedly pulled into the parking lot of a city park she hadn't bothered to check the name of. It was her first time in Atlanta, last year she had spent her off-season working her way up the I-95 corridor, and had decided that this year she would do I-75. It was journey she'd started only a month ago, and to be honest had so far been disappointing in comparison. Atlanta was looking to be her first major stop since Osceola though where she'd discovered her newfound powers after pushing a fallen tree out of her way on a deep trail. 

[i]♪He picks up a bus and he throws it back down♪[/i] Bobbing her head to the beat absentmindedly as she leaned over the metal serving tray set atop her passenger seat and reached into the glovebox. A moment later she pulled out a small brown rectangle with three letters across it reading 'RAW'. She quickly undid the elastic band from around the package and pulled a wrap and filter out in one swift very well rehearsed motion, setting both down on the serving tray before replacing the band around the container almost as quickly as she had removed it. After replacing it in the glovebox she reached one hand into her breast pocket of her grey and blue flannel shirt and retrieved two small baggies as the other hand pulled the tray onto her lap. Her focus now turned downward as she set both bags on the tray. She poured out about .5 of green out of the larger bag onto the reflective metal surface before replacing it in her pocket with about 1.5 remaining in the bag. [i][color=f7941d]Gonna need to find a local supply soon.[/color][/i] She though to herself as she scooped it into the paper alongside the paper filter. Finally she opened the other baggie and dipped her pinkie finger in scooping out a little white powder in her nail and carefully sprinkling it across the green like a gentle snow capping a smelly forest. Quick well practiced motion took over from there as her hand worked from memory rolling up the joint before bringing it to her lips. She licked across the adhesive strip on the paper and finished rolling it before finally replacing the smaller white filled baggie in her pocket. 

[i]♪History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of ma-♪[/i] The music stopped as she shut off the Jeep and climbed out the door, dropping her keys into her pants pocket and nestled the joint behind her ear before draping her hair over it. She subsequently made her way into the park proper, it was pretty enough for a city park she thought. As she seated herself at a stone picnic table, pulling a Zippo from her pants pocket and setting it on the table in front of her before nabbing the dirty joint from behind her ear and bringing it to her lips. She breathed in as she lit the joint, quickly glancing around to make sure she wasn't being watched before replacing the lighter and pulling out her phone. Julia scrolled through a list of local motels as the paper burned down, occasionally ashing on the ground between the seat and the table. Eventually she found her quarry, it was cheap, mediocre ratings, and in not particularly nice neighborhood, perfect. 

Julia pressed the end of the half burnt joint against the table before carefully putting it in her breast pocket to be finished at a later time. The ATF didn't really hit her until she stood up, but when it did she knew she was ready to go. Julia promptly made her way out of the park and began to wander the streets of Atlanta, looking for something noteworthy, passing many shops, restaurants, cafes and various other establishments on her way. It was a big city, and she literally had all day. She was sure she'd eventually come along something worthwhile.