Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20160511220828/@comment-25316824-20160512024930

The dim lamp light hung over the dusty room illuminating every corner with a dull glow. The room was covered, floor to cieling with overflowing boxes filled with knives, detonators, assorted wires, a wire gauge, dusty clothes, toiletries, and old clippings from printed news.

On the matress sat a women, about 26 years old, with dark brown hair, and crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of women's light brown khakis to cover up the scars on her legs and looking at a picture of her old family.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Nikolai "Its me.  Can I come in?"

Alisha "Sure."