*no one replied so we're doing our own characters
Rain was spilling in from the half-opened window.Shutting it aggresively,Quin ma slumped in the flimsy chair .She scrutinised the fogged up window and, with her lean fingers ,drew the silhouette of a frowning face on it.Thumbing through a ripped and abused magazine, she thought how unjust it was that she was to remain in this room to write.Vividly remembering the momment she made the descision,she pouted and cracked...