Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28759676-20170318174941

lowkeyentersthis

The sun was just dipping below the horizon, casting pastel shadows across the dusty and cracked tile floor. The fading light penetrated through the cracked windows and ceiling, barely illuminating the small, abandoned pawn shop where she remained. Samirah leaned against a wall which had numerous stains from god knows what. Her blackish brown hair was tangled, and her overall demeanor displayed nothing but sleep deprivation and hunger. She nibbled on a small piece of dry bread which she stole yesterday, her pale blue eyes gazing blankly into the distance. Everyday, Samirah tried to ignore the antagonistic pings that vibrated in her head, urging her to leave and kill the rest of her kind. A single tear streaked down her face. She unseathed her dagger, cutting a nick in her skin. Samirah winced, bringing the dagger which now had a small amount of her blood, to the dirty wall behind her. She brought down the blade against the wall, creating another crimson mark next to the others. Another day.

She set down the dagger beside her, her blank gaze transfixing upon he metallic bracelet on her left wrist. 'I hope nobody comes here. For it'll be too late.. '