Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-30902369-20161202034343/@comment-27491757-20161207031044

Glaring down at the sidewalk, Madelyn shuffled along through the crowded streets of London. Her hands were balled in her pockets, twitchy and high-strung. She had been like this almost every day since her parents died at age thirteen. 567 days. She still felt a constant grief over the loss.

She turned a corner tightly, sticking to the walls and the shadows. Biting her lip, her gaze flicked every which way as if it expected something big at any moment. Her expression was cold, a sign of her holding in emotion. It was clear to see she was cautious, nervous about something. But what?