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Balderdash || Zelda and Evey

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:51:02 -0400

madame-zelda:

Evelyn.

I can’t help you if you aren’t willing to help yourself.

I’m too frightened.

I don’t want to do this.

I should go.

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The Price We Pay || Evey & Autumn

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:43:58 -0400

autumn-welch:

When Autumn saw the young woman, she almost dropped her coffee if her second instinct wasn’t to hold on a run, she would have. But she didn’t. Slightly shell-shocked for a moment, she snapped out of her daze and gestured the woman to the table she was sitting at. It was strange, very rarely did she see the people that inhabited her dreams. She had attributed people in her dreams to just her imaginations. Despite her own vivid recollection of every single detail. She had the paintings at home to prove it.

When the woman arrived over to the table she offered a polite smile, “I’m terribly sorry… but we haven’t met before, have we?’ She asked meekly, not wanting to offend the woman that too, recognized her in the coffee shop. She was strikingly beautiful, the curiosity and confusion prominent on her features. It was then she knew, that she she had the dreams as well… Autumn smiled again, more comforting and welcoming.

“Please… sit. Something tells me we have quite a bit to talk about.”

Evey knew exactly how this moment was going to turn out. She’d known through her dreams that this girl had been seeing Zelda. She knew that she was scatterbrained, and she also knew that she was having issues attempting to keep her mind clear; but most importantly, she knew that somehow, someway, this girl had witnessed the same things that she had seen in regards to the piles of bodies, the smell of burnt flesh, the flames.

“Autumn…” Evey frowned, sitting at the table before looking back up toward the woman. “We should probably talk to Zelda about this… about the stuff we keep seeing, feeling. I may not know you, but I do know that both of us are dealing with something that we shouldn’t be toying with. Something that we shouldn’t be doing on our own.”

I Saw You || Laurel and Evey

Fri, 24 May 2013 12:37:40 -0400

laurel-vaneyes:

Laurel’s head whipped back around to face the redhead behind her. “I’m sorry, Miss, but do I know you?” Laurel thought hard back to customers at the bookshop and could not for the life of her place the girl’s face. “I can’t seem to place your name.”

She stepped back towards the girl waiting for her to stop staring at her with those large brown eyes. The girl looked frightened which put Laurel on edge, made her nervous in an unsettling sort of way.

“Um, I’ve been in the shop a few times. I borrowed The Time Machine’? But you and I have never met, really. At least not until now.”

Chewing on the corner of her lip, Evey contemplated her next words carefully. She had never been in this position before. Where she felt the utter need to tell someone about her dreams, but her cases of real life deja vu were becoming more and more frequent as the months passed, and she couldn’t sit idly by, not when the woman from her nightmare was standing right in front of her.

“You think we could sit? Talk perhaps? My name is Evey by the way. Evelyn Westwood.”

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Feet don’t fail me now Take me to the finish line

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_{Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line}

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Awkward Turtles || Covenessophia || Flashback

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:43:41 -0400

sophia-mcreary:

colin-reeves:

fearless-jessie-franco:

Jessie made a face and slid off the arm and onto the couch, intertwining his fingers and ducking his head to talk to Colin in a low voice.

“Uh…which one?” He asked curiously. “I mean, cause, I know you and Soph were on the outs. She works over at The Stroll now,” He explained quickly.

“She was weird for a while…” He admitted, spotting the two redheads talking over at the bar. “But Evey’s been staying over at Hollie’s since she got out of the hospital.” He shrugged, uncertain how to explain her. “She’s…” He shook his head and turned to the other man. “Look, you’re her best friend. I met her at a really weird time, but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna give up, I just…I don’t know her like you know her. I want to help her and I want to be there for her, but I don’t think she’s ready to talk to me yet.”

Colin bit back a sigh, he liked Jessie for the most part, he seemed like a decent enough guy and anyone with half a brain could tell that Evey and Jessie cared for each other. He wasn’t really ready to come to terms with that fact. But regardless, whatever kept Evey happy, he would deal with in all due time.

“She’s… she’s much stronger than I think she gives herself credit for. She’ll talk when she’s ready. From what I know… you don’t even have to talk to her really. Just be around. Like if you do that, she’s start talking eventually. And from there…. well that’s on you.” He said looking over at him and raising an eyebrow, “I don’t have to read you the list of things I’ll do to you if you hurt her, do I?” He asked, biting back a laugh from the joking statement.

Sophie slipped through the crowd, trailing after her fellow ginger till they reached the bar in Benjamin Renaldt’s house.

“Evelyn,” The Irish girl said, touching the other woman’s arm as she slid onto a stool beside her. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, considering where would be the most appropriate place to start.

“Look, I know you don’t know me, and if I was daft I might ask ya what I ever did to you, t’get you so sour at me, but I’m not stupid.” She motioned for the bartender to give her a whiskey. “Colin’s probably the only friend I have in this place. But he’s just that, a friend. Look, I’m not even askin’ ya t’like me. Just… Just tolerate me. Alright? I’m not…” She sighed, “I’m not like you people, I don’t make friends. I’m not allowed such luxuries.” She shook her head quickly and waved a hand. “I’m not askin’ for your pity, and I’m not askin’ for your permission. But I think it’s clear that Colin means somethin’ to both of us, and I’m not plannin’ on gettin’ in the way of whatever it is ya have with him.” She nodded before taking a drink of her whiskey, feeling as though she had given the girl enough of a chance to play fair while explaining herself rather well.

Shit, she should be in politics.

Evey kept her gaze straight, her fingertips tapping against the wood of the bar as Sophie spoke. She had a few words on her mind that she intended to say to the woman, and although she wasn’t one for confrontation, Evey was desperate to set the record straight.

“Sophie….” Evey breathed, her head down slightly as she turned to her fellow redhead. “I am by no means threatened by you or hurt by the fact that you are friends with Colin.” The words she spoke were true, yet they still came out strained as she finally brought her eyes up to focus on Sophie’s. “I do however have to be honest. Since you came around, The amount of times I’ve seen Colin have cut in half. Our conversations are shorter, and although this isn’t to pin blame on you, I have to let you know that I cannot and will not lose him. He’s the last thing I have left. The one person I can confide in, and no matter how badly you and I don’t want to admit it, I feel him drifting away from me.”

Evey’s small hand wrapped around the glass that was placed in front of her. Not bothering to look at it, she poured the liquid down her gullet, wincing as she instantly regretted it.

I Saw You || Moa & Evelyn (Closed)

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:15:05 -0400

missmoahult:

Moa thought it would be over, floating between knowing and not knowing. She felt like the week as been limbo, unsure if it was worth fighting or not. But Moa fault her whole life, always looking for a way out and this was not going to give up on that. She allowed her eyes to shut, trying to focus all of her energy on breathing, on focusing on staying alive, on the breathing that she told him to do. Her han as she µtd went up and touched Evelyn. This was a person who didn’t want to hurt her, and that was an impossible feeling.

She breathed heavy, gasping on air and she felt like she was coughing on blood, that taste filling her throat. The crowed of people only got more intense, more chit chat, more words. She couldn’t hear anything but she knew people were talking about her. Her lips barely, but did, curl into a small smirk, her back arching as she pushed her body closer to Evelyn. This could keep her alive, right? The people, the hush, to chaos and she was in the middle of it. Moa’s eyes reopened and she looked at Evelyn. “Am I gonna die?”

“NO!” Evey yelped, her hand stroking the woman’s hair. This poor woman had forgone so much since she had been gone, and Evey could tell by her skinless wrists that whoever did this had been doing it all intentionally. She knew that it had been the person who had taken her in the beginning. And by the gods, she wasn’t going to let this woman die. She refused to allow that vivid nightmare to come true.

“You’re going to be just f-fine.” Evey nodded furiously, doing her best to sooth the woman that she held close. As she looked up she watched Ethan part through the crowd, kneeling down in order to help the woman onto the gurney. Things were finally changing in her mind, locks switching and gears turning to change what she had previously envisioned. Evey stayed in place, her body limp as she watched Moa disappear into the back of the ambulance.

I Saw You || Eliza x Evelyn

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:52:18 -0400

eliza-capone:

Eliza was used to strangers approaching her and rambling to her aimlessly. Most of the time, she didn’t know their names or remember their faces. She vaguely remembered where she’d seen the doe-eyed beauty before, but with an already opaque mind, she struggled. “Yes…,” she knit her eyebrows together inquisitively. “And you are…?” She felt rude, but it honestly left her at a loss as to where she’d seen her before. “Oh! The little doll from The Peabody… right?”

“Or have I mistaken you for somebody else? Oh, pardon me. My mind’s been in the gutter lately. I do apologize. I insist you join me for brunch. I’m absolutely famished. After all… I owe you for almost knocking you over.”

As much as she wished she could hate the woman in front of her, Evey found it to be nearly impossible. Nodding, she followed Eliza inside, still unsure how to bring up the topic she so desperately needed to discuss.

They were from two different worlds. Eliza was the daughter of a major business mogul, and although Evey’s father was a doctor - he was so in a small town that was miles away from Montford, and although he made decent money; the both of them had a tendency to put their hard earned money back into the home that they loved.

Pressing her lips together, Evey forced the thoughts of her home life to the back of her mind. She had serious matters to take care of now. Matters that involved the slender blonde that sat in front of her.

“My name is Evelyn Westwood.” Evey said, her voice proper as she attempted to hold her head high. “And I need to let you know that I think you might be in danger,”

The Price We Pay || Evey & Autumn

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:13:21 -0400

autumn-welch:

::Autumn walked through the early morning streets of Montford. Another night of indecipherable dreams left her wide awake for the better part of the night. It didn’t take long for her to wonder until she saw the place she suddenly knew she was supposed to go. Brushing her hair out of her face she went into Nine Owls. The place had barely opened but still there was a morning rush that had just began.::

::Rubbing her eyes tiredly she ordered some tea and sat down, scanning the faces, hoping that someone stuck out would trigger something from the dream::

Evey hated days like this. Days where she felt as if her feet were forcing her places that she didn’t want to go. It was as if she didn’t have a choice though. Her mind was murky, her body weary from the restless nights that had dragged on for the better half of the past three months. Genie was seeing the strain, and noticing her less than stellar performances. She needed a pick me up desperately, and although she preferred the White Rabbit to the Nine Owls, Evey pushed through the heavy wooden door anyway, not sure why she was so tense.

Her hair was the same auburn from her dream. A color so close to her own that it was hard to forget. for a moment she felt as if she were seeing a carbon copy of the back of her head. But when Autumn turned, the same look of shock on her face as Evey knew that she wore. It was apparent that this meeting wasn’t just happenstance. Something had gone particularly awry, and both of them had listened to something she instantly wished she hadn’t.

Fact Checking || Gordon & Evey

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:57:11 -0400

ruminating-rumsfield:

Gordon shook her hand and gave her an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, miss. As you may have heard,” He sighed, ducking his head and following her into the tiny trailer. He almost instantly felt claustrophobic, but pushed the feeling aside and sat in one of the small chairs. “Since Detective Curr’s retirement, the case of man who abducted you has been passed on to my partner, Detective Hoover, and myself. Now, in the process of full disclosure, I’ll admit that I was in New York during the time of yours and Ms. Pierce’s abduction. It’s one of the reasons I’m out here today.” He sighed and shook his head, taking one of the cookies she offered him. “I don’t feel things were handled properly in the beginning, which is no one’s fault really, nobody could have anticipated this madman would still be on the loose, nor that his crime would evolve. Regardless, I’d like you to tell me what had happened to you, I can promise you that after this interview no officer in Montford should bother you with questions again about that experience.”

As he waited for her response, he took a bite of her cookie, instantly wanting to spit it back out. Ever the gentleman, though, Gordon chewed the burnt ash and swallowed, taking another bite before clearing his throat.

“You said, um, you said you have tea?” He said, trying not to cough and begging for something to erase the taste from his mouth.

Evey wrung her hands as the detective in front of her began his schpeel . He was right, she’d felt for some time now that the PD had dropped the ball in regards to the slasher. Dickey had interviewed her, but for some reason he seemed far too pre-occupied. Granted, that could have had something to do with her rice paste and the fact that she was blubbering over it. Things with the redhead’s life hadn’t been all that great since she had been taken, but she was getting by. Rumsfield’s presence was as welcome as any in her home at for the moment it was.

“I do!” Evey squeaked, her grin wide as she moved to make him a mug.
“I’m out of sugar though, so I hope you don’t mind your tea plain.” She watched him once she’d handed over the cup, thankful that he had seemed to enjoy her cooking. It was rare that anyone did.

Pulling out one of the wooden chairs, Evey took her place at the table, her hands folded delicately on top of the table. “What is it that you’d like to know? Would you rather me start at the beginning?”

Balderdash || Zelda and Evey

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:43:19 -0400

madame-zelda:

Just stop trying to block them. Let them come to you naturally.

*Shakes her head no nervously*

I’m not up for a task like that, Zelda. I’m already half baked, and I’m sure that damn gossip rag we have is probably writing something about me as we speak. I don’t want to take the chances that it makes me absolutely mad.

nodus tollens — n. the realization that the plot of your life...

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:06:03 -0400

nodus tollens —

n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.