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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:37 pm
  Featuring a mini-Evie, courtesy of LittleDream!
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:38 pm
Standard Profile
Name: Evelyn Esther
Nicknames: "Evie" by close friends and family, which for her is practically everyone.
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Fav. Food: Macaroni and Cheese
Hated Food: Jello of any kind
Gift: Perfect pitch - Evie seems to think in terms of sounds more than visuals, and can, at any given moment, identify what note or chord is being played. She can also identify and sing harmonics for any given song, provided she's heard it at least once, and is a powerful alto in the chorus, as well as a lead player in this year's school musical.
Virtues:
Magnanimous - Evie thinks she's the best at what she does, but it's okay, guys, she loves the little people too! She takes the time to meet anyone and everyone, regardless of their roles, and feels that in doing so she has somehow bettered their day.
Passionate - Who ever enjoyed watching a performer that didn't have their heart in their work? Evie puts her all into every moment of every day, but most especially when she's in front of a crowd. Oftentimes she can be found singing as she walks to and from class, regardless of if her "audience" is willing.
Helpful - If a good cause is ever in need of volunteers, Evie is the first in line to enlist. She believes in the power of good deeds in a "My Name is Earl" type of karmic sense, and expects the world is as caring as she is. She also believes in helping people regardless of if they ask for it or not, which has gotten her quite a few angry glares when she loudly offers to tutor someone to raise their failing test grades.
Quick to Learn - Assuming that she can stay awake in class, Evie is usually able to pick up on concepts fairly quickly, though she has a particular dislike for any of the sciences.
Flaws:
Burning the Candle at Both Ends - Evie has a tendency to neglect basic needs such as food or sleep in the days before a major performance, and it takes its toll on her classes, where she can oftentimes be found sleeping, if she's even there. She assumes that her absences are automatically excused, considering how important her part is.
Critique? What's that? - Evie is horrible at receiving critique, as even the slightest word against her sends her into a nasty mood that could last the entire day. Her mood is dependent almost entirely upon the gracious compliments of her peers.
Easy, Tiger - Let it be known that Evie Esther loves what she does, and let it be known again and again. And again and again. When it comes to proving her point, she's about as persistent as a slow murderer with an extremely ineffective weapon.
Too Big For Her Britches - Evie considers herself more critical to the successful running of the universe than she actually is (who could have ever guessed that?) and because of that will often overstep her bounds because of a misplaced sense of authority. Upperclassmen in particular are grated by this flaw of hers.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:11 pm
Evie likes friends! Will you be her friend?Serenade - I don't know what I'd do without her! I adore Serenade's piano playing to bits. She's the nicest sweetest person I've ever met, and on top of that, she's going to festival with me! Isn't that awesome? Mason - My singing buddy for festival! We like to run around campus singing songs together. It's so much fun to have someone to be fabulous with. Trace - Another drama buddy. We were really good friends last year, but he's gotten really busy this year. For some reason or another--I don't really get it. Either way, hopefully I'll get to see him more in the play! Kirin - He's a karaoke buddy. It's so much fun to go to a party where you're expected to sing! Aggie - She's my residence aid down the hall! She's good to go for when I need advice. I like her. c: Enemies? What are those?Sue - WHAT. A. JERKFACE. I didn't think it was possible that there were people in the world that didn't love music, but I was naive and wrong and--and--hesaidhedidn'tlikemysinging. *sob* Viridiana - She's...nice? I like it more when my friends talk to me, though.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:16 pm
Room EST-41
Evie's dorm is on the second floor, in between Fallon Novette-Naim and Euphemia Agyros.
The room itself is pretty sparsely decorated, with a simple bedset that matches her school-colors and a matching wood dresser, all items that came standard with the room. On her desk is a computer that is used primarily for coorespondence with her brother and a few homework assignments, but more importantly there lies a docking station with her mp3 player, almost always on to some sort of music that she can hum along to. The floor of the room is almost always cluttered with small things that are out of place, but it rarely escalates from cluttered to outright messy. Her only wall-decorations are a series of taped-up photos, most of them featuring her with a tall boy with similar facial features, glasses and red curly hair. On her sink counter is the usual bathroom clutter of make-up, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a hair straightener.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:11 am
Roleplay Log[x] - Nia, Princess of Love! - In which Evie auditions to be Princess of Love. [x] - YOU ARE THE ANGEL TO MY MARK - In which Evie meets up with theatre-buddy Trace. [x] - Let He Who is Without Sin Cast the First-OW! - In which Evie is forced to be a lab partner to non-buddy Sue. [x] - A Care Package Party - In which Evie has a girl's night in with Effie. Solo - Creepy Dream Sequence [x] - A Pirate's Life for Me!...I Think? - In which Evie goes to Miss Johnson for Swashbuckling Advice. [x] - Stop the Music! - In which Evie disrupts the study time of Giselle. [x] - Last First Round? - In which Evie enters the Battleship tournament and pairs off against Arastoo! [x] - THE ROOF IS ON FIRE - In which Evie survives the fire. Barely. How did that happen? [x] - Team Tallahassee - Zombie Killin' Warriors - In which Evie finds shelter in a math room with other survivors. [x] - Waiting With Weapons - In which Evie encounters her first zombies, and proceeds to cry little b***h tears. [x] - Time to Make a Stand - In which Evie reluctantly agrees to fight for the side of good. [x] - Team Tallahassee: Raidin' Yer Broom Closets - In which Evie searches for spike materials and finds another survivor. [x] - Operation Meatgrinder - Evie is down! Evie is down!
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:40 pm
Evie's Playlist
Perhaps these are songs that you've heard Evie singing. Perhaps they pertain to her and she doesn't know it yet. wink More to come as they're thought of/sung down the halls.
"A Little Fall of Rain" - Les Miserables Cast
"Lullaby for Later" - Tim Blane
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:21 pm
Creepy Dream Sequence Evie was at rehearsal, but she was not happy about it.
There was something distinctly sickening about the auditorium that day. The lights were too bright, and that made the room far too warm for a school that required black jackets (even if they did have cute little buttons) and the idle chatter of her fellow classmates made Evie want to scream. She never liked screaming, since it had such a damaging potential on one's vocal chords, but something in her wanted nothing more than to tilt back her head and let out a screeching wail that would make banshees cover their ears. Maybe that would make the noise and the heat and the smells stop.
The smells--she hadn't even thought about those! The whole place smelt like there had been a buffet in the vicinity only moments before, and now it was gone, stolen rather cruelly away from Evie, whose stomach whimpered at the prospect of food. It all smelled so good, and none of it was there anymore! She fumbled through her backpack for an apple, but it tasted soft and stale on her tongue, causing her to discard the thing after one distateful swallow. There had to be someone that could get her food. It had just been there: someone had to know where it had gone, and how she could get a plate.
And then she was in a car, bent over her seatbelt as the whimper in her stomach grew into a roar, tearing at her sides and causing her to cry out. All the while, she heard an amicable male voice beside her, a familiar tenor that seemed to be in the middle of some sort of day-to-day chat that Evie couldn't quite make out. Somewhere, she nodded in agreement, as if she knew in her hungered daze what the boy was talking about, and finally, when she could bring herself to move, she pushed her layered hair out of the way so she could figure out who was driving, and perhaps where they were even going.
Trace made a left turn with a casual whirl of the steering wheel, commenting vaguely about something to do with french fries. Evie, however, felt no longer interested by the notion of fast food (if that's even where they'd been driving), and found herself fascinated with the way the boy's neck muscles strained as he looked up towards an oncoming traffic light. When he turned down to check on her momentarily, Trace was met with Evie's wide-eyed stare as she began to chew on her lower lip.
If she did this, they would probably never be friends again.
But she was just so hungry. He would have to forgive her, at least if she only had a little taste. Just a teensy bit of shoulder. It wouldn't hurt.
She didn't even feel how she moved, or how she was free from the seatbelt, but suddenly it was her body against his, her nose gently trailing under his jawline as she gripped at his torso with clenched fingers, holding him fast to the seat. She felt him struggle, but somehow the car continued to drive on its own, and she didn't question it as she let her mouth hover over his right shoulder, taking in a deep breath. The smell was intoxicating, and she bit through cloth and into skin, blood filling her mouth with such turgid intensity that for a moment she thought she was going to choke. But she didn't and it tasted so good, and she barely even noticed the way she was crying salty tears through it all as the car began to spin out of control, the sounds of horns and sirens blaring in the distance...
Evie awoke to a soggy pillow and an intense feeling of dread. She dared not move out of the fear that when she opened her eyes, she would find herself in the wreckage of a vehicle that she knew deep in her heart Trace didn't even own. And yet, she still could not bring herself to do it, to open her eyes and prove that everything was alright, because she had still dreamed it and that meant that her subconscious had thought of it and it was still her. But even then, that wasn't the most frightening thing about it.
There was no disgust, no need to lose her lunch over the disturbing images she'd just conjured. In fact, Evie found to her utter horror that she was still hungry for more.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 4:53 am
Death Scene, or 'How FKT Waxes Poetical' Evie really felt accomplished as Calintha began her way into the camp. Calintha seemed nice enough, even if her face was a little more battered than expected up close, and she was helping another survivor. She even lowered the hand holding her broom-spear in a gesture of goodwill, smiling tenderly. Between her and Joanne, Evie was starting to become something of a survivor savior, bringing them into the joint efforts of staying alive. Because that's what it was all about, right? Staying alive, getting home to your parents, and using a lot of therapy to forget any of this had ever happened. It was heartwarming moments like this that Evie really felt that they'd soon be rescued, that everything would be okay.
Evie watched the plant roll into the spike pit with a lackluster thud, neither close enough or thoughtful enough to try and retrieve it before it got impaled. "Oh, no! Your plant!" Evie cried out, genuinely sympathetic as she looked to it with sad eyes. She decided it would be best to say something sympathetic, and without looking up at Calintha, shuffled over so that Evie would have a chance to pull it out of the pit herself. "Once this is all over, we can head back to the gardener's shed and get a new one." The stalk of the poor thing had gotten stuck pretty good in one of the spikes, so Evie had to set down her broom and brick to wiggle it free, pouting at the nice round hole in it's midsection.
"Yeah, I don't think the little guy would make it like this," she said with a resigned eye, turning back around to face Calintha with the broken plant in her hands. However, when Evie looked up to give the girl a consoling smile, her heart ran cold. There was something fake about the other girl's eyes. They looked glassy, like some stuffed toy's. Or, Evie noted a tad too late, like something that had died.
Evie tried to take a step back, but the spike pit was behind her, laying open ominously like a row of needle-sharp teeth. She looked back to the girl, who had a set of her own fangs, it seemed, and Evie couldn't help but let out a shriek. What had happened to the friendly girl she'd just seen a moment ago? Could she really have been trapped? No. No. She had backup. They would back her up. Certainly someone was watching.
"Jess..." She tried not to say the name too loud, as if she thought she could avoid Calintha hearing the call. But when she saw the zombie tense, poised for attack, her eyes widened, and she panicked. "Kirin! Sue!" She would have listed everyone in the entire compound if Calintha had been slower, but she felt herself being slashed at with some sort of weapon, stumbling backwards as her torso screamed in sudden, sharp pain.
And then there was nothing. Evie knew she had fallen, and had even felt the weight of Calintha plowing into her, but now there was nothing. Evie heard the popping sound of cartilage snapping and tried to move, to breathe, but something was holding her in place, and it wasn't Calintha. She could hear the sounds of cloth being ripped, of flesh being torn into, but she could feel no indication that it had happened to her. Maybe backup had arrived, and she was being saved? But why, then, could she not feel a thing? Not even hitting the ground--
It was so difficult for Evie to open her eyes, though she couldn't think of why that would be the case. Blood was coming up from somewhere lower, but she couldn't move her head to look, and the rest of her refused to respond. It was so hard to think, and the noises around her were beginning to sound stuffy, as if she were hearing it from the next room over, and about a half tone flat. And there was so much blood. It looked like rain.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, a familiar chorale of strings began to play, and Evie was only sad that she couldn't sing along because she couldn't breathe and her whole mouth tasted like blood. Maybe this was how Eponine felt in the arms of Marius. She wanted Mason there. Or Trace. Or even her brother Zachary, who wouldn't even know about the fact that she was there, expiring on spikes of her own design. But even memories of her friends and family slipped away, and Evie thought that now would be a good time to close her eyes, like they always did in the movies. But it was just too much effort to make her lids meet, especially when the edges of her vision were already beginning to fade away. Even then, her sight was not there, but to a faraway couple where a handsome man held a pretty girl, dust-covered and broken as Evie was, and her sweet, gentle alto brought the audience to tears.
It was beautiful. So much more beautiful than Evie would have imagined.
Just before the world went black, Evie thought that perhaps she could hear applause. And then she was gone, her eyes as glassy as the girl who would now be consuming her on top of where she’d been impaled, twice in the torso but more noticeably through the neck, looking almost like a macabre version of poor Piper II. Perhaps Evie might have even been relieved. At least it was all over. Finally. She wouldn't have to run anymore.
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