Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-27396384-20170501230629

''After a long while, she just decided she'd go for a walk. She really wasn't that hungry anyways, and she hadn't been outside for a walk for a while. Peeking outside through her kitchen window, she saw that the earlier storm had cleared up almost completely, with only dark grey clouds still hanging in the sky. She unhooked a heavy jean jacket from behind her door, put it on, stuffed her necessities in her satchel (her phone, keys, and wallet), and headed out.''

''Ophelia paused outside to just breathe in the fresh air, something that majorly lacked in the institute. She tried to push away these thiughts from her head just as quickly as they had come, but once she started to think of the memories of the torture and mistreatment she and the other victims of the experiments experienced, it was hard for her to stop. She recalled in her head how her own handlers malnourished her, and how she was forced around the labs for various tests and challenges; how they exploited her ability of shape-shifting.''

''Like most of the experiments, Ophelia restricted herself to using her unnatural abilities to few occasions. There were still times when she felt the urge to shape herself into an animal, plan, and even another human, for the heck of it. Most of the times, she fought off these urges.''

She just wished she could be normal.