Marcia Franklin

She counts the exits in any room she walks into and takes the chair that faces the door, a habit the service gave her and the camera never films. Marcia is eighteen and already used to being the one who decides, which shows less in what she says than in how long she is willing to let a silence sit. Off duty she builds cosplay armour with the same patience she gives her kit, shoots her own reference photos, and cuts the vlog together at two in the morning. Latex, ink across her skin, and a steady look that waits for you to fold first. What she wants, she names out loud. Talking to Marcia feels like standing in front of someone who decided about you early and is enjoying the wait.