(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 studied this woman in front of her trying to follow her accent, not that it was too difficult, she had come in contact with a few dialects in her time and even a number of languages. Always being unsure of people, and guarded against them, the slight slim girl very cautiously nodded to the far more lively and confident student in front of her. “At the b…back yes…yes at the back.” Her eyes continued to flick towards her bags. Well as much of them that could be seen from behind that beautiful long black hair. She seemed to stammer slightly but that was more than likely nerves.<br/><br/>Again as she moved right to the back with her rather tatty bags Molly appeared to fade a little again, or rather just be almost forgettable, someone unimportant and so easily over looked. “They t…take your things you know.” Molly whispered, “They think its funny, all the good st…st uff. “ Clutching her chess board her back was soon at the wall.<br/><br/>Perhaps this girl had never had the joys of care homes and the term care was used loosely.  As it was Molly was likely very much institutionalised, it was easy to see if one knew the signs. The more poeple arrived the more nervous she became.<br/><br/>