OPEN- Nocturnally Yours ]]

[randilynn]

It was dark in Knockturn Alley. The prominent district of the wizarding world’s darker denizens seemed damp and alone at this early morning hour. A dimly lit passageway between a pub and the local dark arts shop would draw no attention to the passerby, unless they sought a refuge to indulge in some of the more primal delights of human nature. Touching, and grabbing, the need and desire to be one with someone. Tonight, however, this was not the case. The alleyway was deserted, so to speak. Countless crates were piled in the left corner, near the back entrance to the pub. The kind that carried bulk quantities of fire whiskey and kegs of butterbeer. A puddle here and there, and a rotting wooden fence at the back of the alley stood proudly as decoration. There was a popping sound, and instantaneously a young witch stood amidst the wonders of this place. She was a tall girl, blonde hair, with a bit of gaudy pink in the front. She was the type that didn’t fit in here, for sure. The residents of this place generally wore dark clothes, and kept their eyes down. This girl however, she wore an offensively bright yellow pea-coat, wrapped tightly and synched with a plastic looking pink belt. Bare legs lead down to a pair of black chuck-taylor’s that look as if they’d been through hell. Oh, she didn’t look completely out of place, she held her wand quite at attention, and her eyes were fixed on the end of the alleyway.

Randi had her eyes set on the pile of boxes. It’d been 3 years since she was last here, but it didn’t look as it had aged a day. Her last visit to this place, had been a mission, and not one that was given to her by the Aurors. In truth, it was the last time Miss Murder had ever killed anyone. She winced as she thought of the way the green lights from her spell played off of the brick walls. The way the man screamed when she cruciated him. The blood that was spilled on the ground. In truth, the thing that got to her the most, was the way she simply walked away when it was over. She spared a moment to talk to a stranger at the mouth of the alleyway, nothing fazed her. Why now, then, does this place bring back such memories. She was never imperioused to do the bidding of the Dark Lord, it was all to her own satisfaction. It was this mystery she came here tonight, hoping to unravel.

The night was fresh in her memories. The man, we’ll call Greg, was enjoying himself at the bar a little too much. He’d consumed far too much to be in a clear state of mind. Randi passed herself off to him as if she were in the same state. Deception was always her thing. It didn’t take hardly anything to convince him that he was special, that they could be special – together. From there, the memory changed to an almost sprint to the restroom, which was in a terrible state of disrepair, the sound of jeans unzipping, “yeah baby, come get it” and of course, the type and quality of sex one is subjected to in such locations is generally a reflection of the environment. Five minutes in, and he was done, but so was her work. After the pair took a few moments to catch their breath, Randi let him lead her out the back entrance of the pub, into the alleyway. As soon as she shut the door, her wand was in hand and he was on his knees, howling in pain. Reductor curses were always great for breaking bones, causing immense pain. After Miss Murder had played with her catch for a few moments, she ended it, quite mercifully compared to some of her exploits.

Randi was brought back to reality as she heard the sound of footsteps from behind her. She turned on her heal, Wand aimed steadily at the end of the alleyway, just to see a drunkard walk by, not even noticing her existence. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she headed out of the alleyway. This was a place many death eaters caroused, it was best to not linger, her face was still familiar with a few, only the highest of the Dark Lord’s lieutenants would know of her, but who is to say that with her defection, secrets weren’t revealed? Randi Tucked her wand back into the sleeve of her coat, so that it would be in easy access if needed. She pulled a green pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, opened it up, and withdrew a short tobacco filled cylinder, and removed a small lighter from her other pocket, which she used to ignite the smoke. She inhaled deeply, and thought ‘oh, the muggles did get some things right’ as she exhaled.


^{I created this thread for anyone to reply to, DE/OOTP/RA or neutrals, whatever, it's a chance for anyone looking to recruit Randi to their side to do so, as she is caught up in her past. If anyone else would just like to get to know her, now is a good time also. Have fun}