(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: well at the back<br/>Tagging: No one<br/><br/>Molly moved into the room she was a rather slight yet attractive half Pakistani young woman, she was carrying various items, having been in and out of foster care and care homes it was important to keep things close, because people stole things. Though the lady that had found her explained but that didn’t happen in this place, it was hard to trust. So if anyone touched her things …well actually Molly would likely let them have whatever they wanted.<br/><br/>She remembered the hand me downs and the scent that they had, the scent that she had to carry to school, was this going to be the same. She sniffed her rather unfashionable clothes and was sure that the care home kid stench still clung to them even though it didn’t.<br/><br/>The shadows were so tempting and there were so many people here already, perhaps she could just disappear, but the lady had said that it was worth a would be there, and thus that long back hair was pulled over her dark eyes and Molly started to fade. Of course she would hear that which was needed surely no one would notice her.<br/><br/>More and more Molly moved to the back of the room to the shadows and to places she might be able to hide. Her chess board fell to the floor with what felt to her like a massive clatter in her ears, a thunderstorm.<br/><br/><em>  Damn …</em>Molly thought she was going to be sick, and hoped no one would see her. Though the chess pieces scattered making a pattern over the floor of course she was there but one could certainly overlook this slight young lady, hidden behind her long black hair.<br/>