Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44388851-20200204035219/@comment-44876747-20200205031811

Clea decided to go for a walk.

Maybe some random person will murder me, she thought hopefully. She shuffled out of her room, and down the hallway, aware that she looked horrible. Her curly brown hair was tangled, and there was dark shadows under her eyes. Her eyes were the creepiest thing about her. They alway had shadows under them, and had an empty, lost look about them that creeped other people out. She never quite met people's eyes, and quite foten would vacantly stare into the distance, distracted by her thoughts about death. She walked down the hallway, counting her steps like she always did.