by Inspector_Javert » Mon Mar 28, 2016 7:02 am
Charlie
He flinched, recoiling slightly but not pulling his hand from her grip. He was thin, too thin, and he looked incredibly sick. Dark marks ringed his eyes and his skin was covered in cuts and bruises. His breathing was shallow and laboured and his shirt was torn in places. He seemed wary of her, as if not quite recognising her completely.
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