Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27974477-20160119015300/@comment-27623936-20160119015847

Madoka, being the loner she was, was at the back of the entry parade, hanging around the entrance of the school on her cell phone.

A brown-haired third year came into the school, an eyepatch looming over her eye as she gave a soft, meek smile to passerby.