Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140403141220/@comment-4764307-20140506222727

Damara only shrugged, mindlessly shining her weapon with a cloth she took out of one of her jacket pockets. She didn't know much on actvities around beacon, and she never really thought that some people would pull her into a friendship group. Honestly, she was horrible when it came to talking about anything really, always having been a smuggler for most of her life. Part of her missed the quiet, secluded, life that she had, but she knew it was a life that she could never go back to. No matter how much she loved it before.