Age Sixteen
Gender Female
Description Anna has midnight black hair that hangs a few centimetres above her waist. She has a side fringe that hangs over her right eye, and her hair is a wavy mess. She stands at 5'2, smaller than average, and weighs 98lbs. She is extremely slim, from being anorexic in the past. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, and are framed by her dark eyelashes and thin eyebrows. She has full lips that are dark in colour, and shiny white teeth. Her shoe size is 5. Her usual outfit is anything comfy, but nice.
Recollection Of Events I entered the house, closing the door with a slight thud behind me. I ran up the stairs immediately, and into the bathroom, over to the pearly white sink. I glanced in the mirror, my hands holding onto the edges of the sink. My hair hung limply over my shoulders, and I had a red stain on my cowboy shirt. I ripped off the shirt angrily, leaving me in my plain white tank top and jeans. With a frustrated moan, I ripped the shirt in half, tossing the remains in the bin under the sink. I then turned back to the sink, turned on the tap, and ran some cold water on my face. I contemplated having a shower, but my stomach rumbled. I ran my fingers back through my hair as I left the bathroom, and trotted down the stairs.
I peeked my head into the kitchen, and satisfied that no one was home, entered the room. I jogged over to one of the cupboards and took out a bowl and some coco-pops, pouring the cereal into the bowl. I made my way over to the table and began shovelling the cereal into my mouth as my mind wandered.
God, why did you do that? You fucking.... I couldn't think of a word strong enough, so I just shook my head and let the thought fade. I absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the table, while looking out the large window. You're gonna' get caught. You're gonna' get caught. You're gonna' get caught, my head told me. I saw a small robin sitting happily on the end of a branck of the apple tree in the garden. An old man with a dog on a leash. But no cop cars.
With a slightly relieved sigh, I hopped up from the kitchen table, leaving the bowl for someone else to clean up. I made my way back upstairs, and thought about having a shower now. I knew I probably should, but wasn't bothered, and so I just walked into my bedroom, lay down on my bed and looked up at the dirty white ceiling.
Why I am here (LEAVE THIS EMPTY. You MUST PM me, the almighty GM Deallo, what bad thing your character has done to deserve all this. Don't be afraid to show a bit of a dark side but don't go overboard and give me "ate babies". The police won't necessarily know what you've done, unless you're convicted. When the captor reveals this information IC, fill this area.)