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[color=9e0039][hr][color=9e0039]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ.   / /   ℍ𝕪𝕒𝕥𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝   / /  ~𝟘𝟡𝟘𝟘
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Washington D.C. It had been a while Angélique set foot into the capital, and wished last time would have been the last. While there were fans all around the states, Washington had been the least successful part of her last tour. But popularity wasn’t something that bothered the fallen rockstar about this place. It was the reputation it had. It was the stronghold of anti-Subnaturals activists, the very core of the propaganda that demonized both monsters and Mages alike. It was the cause of the magically-gifted people’s suffering. 

Angel could remember well just how unpleasant her stay had been in this city. Back then, when she was on tour, Angélique had already taken a stance on the Subnaturals’ case. Against expectations, she had announced that she wasn’t in favor of the current treatment of the Subnaturals. Her producers thought that taking a stance publicly that favored the Subnaturals was a suicide for her career. And because of that opinion going public, the denizens of Washington D.C. had hated Angélique Lachance just as much as Subnaturals themselves. It borderline called for a boycott on her concert, and even nearly cancelled it, but Angel’s firm resolve managed to keep to thing going, although this was by far the least successful part of her tour. After the disaster, the lead singer vowed to never return to that city ever again. Not because she was scared of all the threats she had received from angry mobs of the anti-Subnatural citizens, but because she hated the very populace. The general atmosphere was just that unwelcoming, that despicable.

Inside the limousine, Angélique seemed clearly unimpressed by the setup. Whether she was used to think kind of treatment as a successful rockstar or simply because she did not care, the fallen idol was apparently not as excited as some of the others were. She had remained silent for most of the ride to the hotel, answering only when spoken directly to as she gazed at the tinted windows, helping herself in a carefree fashion about the luxury aboard, from wine to snacks.

While the penthouse was however jaw-dropping, Angélique felt uncomfortable to be living in such luxury. She never went anywhere THIS luxurious before, but luxury wasn’t something she was a stranger of. It gave the young woman a sneaky suspicion that something was afoot. Why exactly would the Director bring them all the way over here? A shitty motel could have done the job, for all she knew that they were probably keeping them away from USARILN after the Subnatural attack. She did prefer more modest accommodations during her stay in big cities, her bandmates were always quite adamant about living the classy life while they still could. 

Might as well get used to it though. Angel had no idea how long they would be staying here, but there were a few places she wanted to check out. But the racket coming from the music room warranted a visit to that place first, and see who had been making all that noise.