Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180420181937/@comment-33863482-20180420234302

(Ok. So I don’t know if my character is exactly fitting in with the theme of the roleplay at the moment, but I’m getting there)

She away from her house with the three things she decided to pack. The knife, a silenced pistol, and matches. She loved fire. It was fierce but easy to tame they where practically friends. She didn’t expect to return to the house, but maybe someday she’d have to come back. For now she just kept walking in the opposite direction of the house. She breathed in the night air. It felt nice. She kept walking, feeling like she could walk forever. For the first time ever, she felt happy.