(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fa/c7/65/fac7653ca1a70968d585eaf906868991.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Madeline Hessington/ The Girl with no Hands<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Making her way to the mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater, Jeans, Converse (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/a7/5b/45a75b99860f5cabe8e6f02298472d06.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gilda,Open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently is wearing thick gloves over her hands<br/><br/><br/>Even now as the soft crunch of gravel beneath her feet the young woman could feel a sense of awe as she approached the mansion in question that would yield from what she hoped promise and mirth of educational wealth, even if at such a time and setting was from what many would consider quite the unconventional quirk. Then again with this day and age it was more so obvious that such drastic measures had to be taken to help guide the newer generation into the world with minds exposed to all they could, the somber atmosphere to help create the juices of fantasy to be soaked up eagerly by the young minds that stepped forth into what Madeline would highly consider a page out of the most appropriate settings of wonder itself.  Pale gems of forget-me-not blue peered through the whispy near alabaster tresses currently whipped across her delicate features as a brisk breeze rolled over the petite form, the thick protection of her sweater that hung so loosely around her short stature doing well to keep her warmth as well as swallow her somewhat to give off the semblance of innocence to her permanent wide eyed expression as it was firmly fixed not only on the massive mansion itself but as well as a fellow student who would be in attendance. Giving a soft bite across her lower lip Madeline could feel the pit of her stomach clench instinctively as she had attempted to ensure she would at the very most be the first to arrive, as having to stumble upon others without the aide of clinging to the wall as she often attempted felt much more frightening than the lengthy stroll she had endured could ever been.<br/><br/>Then again it wasn't as if her quite early departure from her home would have been noticed by the only other resident within the shabby apartment, the eerie glow of the television blocked out by the drunken slumber outline of her father in his recliner having not made any effort to wake nor begin to question in the first place. Silently Madeline had been thankful for the amount of booze her father had consumed to leave him in a much more effective state even if the sight did make her feel quite crestfallen to know her presence was so easily ignored for that of alcohol. If only her father knew just how hard his young daughter tried to further excel herself to not only make her life better but for him as well, that one day she would be in a position to get him the help he needed and perhaps resume the once faint happiness they shared back in the earlier days of her life. Things had only escalated over the years and her father's declining mental status and inability to work had caused the family of two to come upon even harder times than usual, yet it was the fear Madeline held of abandoning her father to leave him with nothing but his demons that pushed the young woman to work even harder, as the modest money she made at the local book shop and his unemployment checks at least ensured they had a roof over their heads.Which was also the reason for her own shabby appearance as the thick fabric of her sweater hung so awkwardly across her lithe form, such luxuries hard to come by as having a meal was much more of an acceptable choice compared to clothes that were in fashion or fit correctly; but Madeline did little to mind such things as with all the atrocities of her life she did so with a smile all the while.<br/><br/>Taking a small breath the girl swallowed quietly as she brought the heavy weight of her book to press tightly to her chest to nearly cling to her being as she took another shaky step, the anxiety of having to deal with others in such a strange setting somewhat unnerving but Madeline fared if only due to what such a class could bring her in her educational future. Above all the guidance counselor felt an extra circular activity such as this would do the fair girl well, to attempt to bring her out of her shell a tad more to function not only in the presence of others but in the world itself after school had ended. It was a fair point to be made, Madeline would not disagree, though it did little to help her nerves all the same as the thick cover of her gloves tightened protectively around her book as she meekly made her way up the beaten path towards the front door to join what she could only describe as a golden idol of sorts. Gilda appeared like a shining figure that many would find themselves gravitate towards; she was truly beautiful, but even more than that she seemed utterly fearless and full of confidence that gave her physical appearance even more splendor to admire. It made Madeline all but pale in comparison in her own mind as the thought of actually speaking towards someone like Gilda only made the clench in her stomach twist all the more.  Practically trembling the pale blonde nervously gave a silent nod in her direction as she awkwardly approached, her form quickly making a line towards the further right of the door to keep her distance but not appear as if she was not part of the awaiting group that would hopefully join to ease Madeline's anxiety somewhat from having to actually go through a direct one on one conversation.<br/><br/>Though it seemed Madeline wouldn't have to wait too long for more to appear as the roar of a motorcycle quickly sliced through the air to nearly make the poor girl jump out of her skin, the male that soon dismounted and made his way towards the front of the mansion seemingly fitting in the same sort of category as Gilda much to Madeline's own dismay. Had she received the wrong instructions? Was she interfering in some other matter? It seemed to matter very little as the young man made his way up the stairs and instantly take in the golden idol, thus ignoring Madeline's presence all together which in a small way made her feel a tad better. She wouldn't have begun to process how to go about a charming conversation even if her life depended on such, so she was more than thankful to remain off to the side and ignored so long as it was needed.<br/><br/>