Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181002024832

Marcus hears the symphony of noise Lucida is making in the kitchen and decides to go check on her. (She might need some help with that assignment of hers.) He thinks to himself. His reflection shows in the framed pictures of the Thomas’s family that line the staircase as he moves past them. As Marcus reaches the bottom of the stairs he notices the mud that’s been tracked in from all their boots. He takes a brief moment to remove his boots and sets them by the door.

Now free of his dirty boots, Marcus proceeds onward to check on Lucida and help her if need be. Marcus pokes his head into the kitchen and spots Lucida at the sink. He can she her shaking leaf, and hear her subtle sobs. A already hard thing for him to see, but it is amplified by the knowledge of what has happened and how he played a role in making this situation.

“Uhhhh, Lu? You want some help hauling those upstairs?” Marcus’ voice is devoid of his usual strength and pride. Just like everyone else who has just arrived, Marcus looks like he’s been through hell. His clothes are dirty, he limps and moves slowly due to his aching body. His injuries range from small scrapes to gashes highlighted by the dried blood surrounding them. Lastly his eyes are dim, their sky blue color muddied to show how tired he is.