Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-27396384-20170426164228

''"Who?" Ophelia rushed up to the pair, her raven-black hair somewhat tangled from the hurry of the crowd. She halted directly in front of them, her arms crossed over her chest. "What's happening?" Her grey gaze showed slight distrust and much confusion. "Why were we taking here?" she insisted with her questions, growing more impatient by the moment as she glared at Harvard and Leon, awaiting their replies to her inquiries. To the men, she was a bit short, and her skin was tan. She wore a black-and-white-and-grey plaid flannel with jeans. Along with that, she had the handle of a pistol sticking out of her jeans' pocket.''