<strong>Maria Park</strong>(2010, age: 18)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br/><hr/><br/>Maria had to silently agree with the comment about level headed people like herself have to take responsibility and keep things from falling into chaos. She kind of felt like she'd already been doing that for most of her life. Sometimes it was tiresome or annoying, but at the same time she relished the added responsibility and pressure.<br/><br/>Never in a million years would she have ever imagined herself going into any sort of law enforcement, but it was kind of making sense in a lot of ways now that Renault had offered and explained it, and obviously being a Marshal was far from the same thing as just being a random beat cop or detective. Maria could be one out of just 108 in the entire world.<br/><br/>Renault didn't give her much time to consider. "Oh, now?" she asked, thinking that she'd have to text her friends to tell them that she wouldn't be making it to brunch today. "Sure, okay, I feel fine."<br/><br/>Pulling her phone out, Maria started texting one of her friends to let the girl know. "Can we stop for food on the way? I'll feel even stronger if I'm not starving."