It [i]had [/i]to be a mistake. Really, what were they thinking? Why was she one of the recipients of this letter? 

"Maybe they think I'm like the rest of them [color=fff200]sunshines[/color] and [color=92278f]rainbows[/color]!" Molly muttered to herself, mockingly heightening the tone of her voice as she spoke. Standing at the front of the Town Hall, she made a face of pure disgust. She wasn't like the rest of them, and she really didn't have much of an inner obligation to actually show up to this joint, at least until she was informed of this meeting's ties to whatever Mr. Voodoo was up to. That piqued her interest.

Stepping into the room, she put in her headphones immediately, tuning out the irritating desk person that was [i]already [/i]shouting at her. Molly just shook her head and pointed to her headphones, mouthing "Slim Shady" to illustrate how important it was that she didn't have to deal with getting bitched at by some dumb old lady. Her attention span was devoted to Eminem. She managed to catch the receptionist point her towards an office, along with muttering something under her breath that was probably offensive. Molly grooved into the office, completely unconcerned with the fact that she was wearing just a crop top, tight shorts, and boots. She'd convinced herself she was doing the world a favor by dressing like she did. It was the usual.

She waltzed past the threshold and into the room filled with all the goody-goody jerky-jerks. Naturally, most of them were either shouting at each other or fooling around. [i]Why am I here again?[/i] she thought to herself. They had to be quiet, she was hearing their Tomfoolery over her music. Removing her headphones briefly so she could address them, she yelled, "Everybody [b]quiet![/b]" snarling as the words escaped her mouth. If coming here wasn't worth it she'd make every damn one of them pay... with the sweet power of music, baby.