Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160316234859/@comment-25828117-20160401210630

She stood at the end of the hall. Smoking a cigarette; and looking at the marble pillar.

Her entire pose showed her frailty: Uncertain and small. She had either been very shielded her entire life or had forgotten about the wasteland. Hell, maybe she wasn't even real. She was an enigma alright.

When she heard Russel's heavy footfalls as his shoes echoed across the marble tiles she turned to look at him, before turning away again. Obviously she had no desire to speak to him now.