[color=662d91][h3]Mair Branwenn[/h3][/color]

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Mair's blue eyes scan the note from this.... 'Lucy' once more. It so bluntly seemed like a trap, but due to that, there was a strong drive to go check it out. She had found the slip of paper left behind in a newspaper stuffed underneath a bench on her route home. 

Mair's only assumption about the note is that the 'she' it mentions was that girl that had gone missing... Octavia, or something of the sort. She had never paid much attention to the papers, assuming she would hear about whatever event everyone was talking about at the check out stand. 

Finally, Mair's eyes travel from the note to the community center... Why she had rode her on her skateboard in the dark, she wasn't exactly sure. Some deeper feeling told her she needed to come here, tonight, following this note. Mair lets loose a soft sigh and picks up her board, tucking it under her hooded arm. She currently wore a black hoodie, with a circle of mixed purple shapes around her chest, reaching to her stomach. The design seemed homemade, with only paint keeping the colors. As well as her hoodies, she wears black jeans and a darker gray beanie.

Mair strolls towards the hall, her eyes darting cautiously between every shadow as she makes her way in. She winces at each noise she makes, seeming to echo in the quiet building. With her eyes and ears straining, she makes her way towards the man's voice. She ends up on the opposite side of the gym, her eyes still adjusting to the gloom.

[color=B0C4DE]"Lucy?"[/color] Mair hears, a woman's voice calling out this time. She recognizes the name, though she was pretty sure the person wasn't confident on who she was speaking to. She souneded as puzzled as Mair felt. Mair clears her throat before speaking. [color=662d91]"So, uh... Is this where the club is meeting?"[/color] Mair calls out, though a hint of fear edges her words. She winces internally, knowing it made her sound much more like a child than she was.