[Sodium_noir] Destination: Club Harlequin

[Phoebe Knox]

Phoebe Knox
Toreador
Club Harlequin

The whine of the bike throttled back after leaving the freeway.  It was a sleek machine, all done in black to match the rider sitting atop it.  Obviously female, decked fully in leather, and just as sleek as the bike, she pulled the bike onto the Gotham streets.  From behind the faceshield of her helmet, she got her first look at the place that she'd call home.

Phoebe Knox had walked away from a life in the limelight, a band on the rise with her at the front.  Their first CD had been met with enthusiastic success, had sold millions of copies.  And, just as their second CD was set to be released to the anxious masses, she'd cut out and fled her Jersey City home.  And now here she was, driving her Ninja down the streets of Gotham City.

It was difficult not to dwell on the abrupt changes that had turned her life inside out.  Still, she'd be stuck with those changes for the rest of her life, and from what little she'd found out thus far, that could be a considerably long time.  Quickly forcing her mind away from the fact that she'd never see another sunrise or sunset, Phoebe concentrated on finding her way through this maze of a city.  

"Least you could have done," she muttered to herself, "was give me a map of this place you directed me towards."

Not that he could hear her.  She had to wonder if she'd ever see him again, or if he was off to find another singer to seduce with his dark, smoldering gaze and hypnotic words.  Not that there was any hypnotism involved.  Just a whole bunch of gullibility.

She turned and headed uptown, thankful that traffic was slow moving through here.  The pavement was rainslicked but no rain was falling from the sky, and for that she was thankful.  As she crept along, she couldn't help staring.  It was darkly beautiful and, strangely, felt more like home than she'd felt in Jersey for some time.

She spotted the name she'd been given ahead, and pulled off the street once she was close enough.  Club Harlequin it read.  Face hidden inside her helmet, none on the street could see Phoebe's smile.  

She killed the engine to her bike and sat back to regard the club for several moments.  Finally, she pulled her helmet free and set it in front of her.  She slipped off the bike and felt some of the numbness in her legs fade after so long riding.  Except for a few pins and needles, it did feel good to be standing again.

She slipped her backpack from her back and took it by the side on the handle.  There was no doubt that within the black guitar-shaped pack was a guitar.  As one of her most prized possessions, there was no way Phoebe could have left it behind as she'd left so much else.

Phoebe started across the street toward the entrance of Club Harlequin, unzipping her leather jacket to reveal the black bustier beneath.  

She didn't wait to see if anyone on the street or in front of the club recognized her.  She didn't even pause to see if they were staring at the alluring young woman, clad in leather and holding that guitar like she knew how to use it, reaching for the door.  Fame and beauty could wait until later.  At the moment, it was answers she wanted, and she'd been told that Harlequin's would be the place to find them.  

And so she stepped through the door into the place where the man who had turned her into a monster told her she could find a safe haven.

OOC:  Greetings everyone.  I'm a new player to the game, and you've just read my first post (unless you skipped to the bottom and read this first).  I hope I got formating, subject lines and proper headings in their places.
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