Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-13488655-20150930085917

In the cover of the night, Gretel was waking around quietly with her head covered by her hood, trying to keep out of sight as she moved towards the fallen cafe to mourn her old friend, and partly to see if the news reports were true. She didn't belive a lot of the stories they came up with for the attention. Some said that this place was a hotel they were staying at, others said it was done by a former lover or the white fang. She didn't know what to be discusted by the most, the fact that they were using the death of her close friend for a media story or that they were coming up with the most stupid theories for her death.

Moving quietly across the street with a bouquet of purple flowers, she silently placed them down next to the police line around the ruins of the cafe, looking around to see if she could spot the bodies, and find some way to prove to herself that her close friend wasn't really gone.