**Evelyn - Day one in Hell**

   If one were to climb the stairs of the Manchester Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, they would hear the haunting, yet soothing melody of Godsmack's [Voodoo](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nw2iipzHl3) belting softly through the thin, misty air while from under the minute crack of the door seeped a miasma of thick, black shadows flowing across the polished tile floors.  Now...if they were to open that door, what would they see?  They would bare witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes.  The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room.  Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone.  A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, [one with men wearing creepy masks](http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/joaohmaggot/Capas%20Slipknot/SlipknotDigipack1999.jpg), the other [of some grisly maniac](http://taivia.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/the-texas-chainsaw-massacre.jpg), and next to that bed was a [sinister instrument.](http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/profile_mojo_data/3/9/5/1/395175/pics/_c361306_image_0.JPG), its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier left on as its horrid feedback droned along with Sully Erna's mystic and enigmatic vocals.

And who dare defiled this peaceful aura with her shadows and her arcane horrors.....well....that would be the black haired girl passed out on the couch in front of a TV, a controller clutched feverishly in her hands and a headset in her ear with some twelve year old kid bitching her out.  Her name...was Evelyn, and before you ask anything about her, no...she's not telling you anything.  Evelyn could care less about attending the opening ceremony.  It was like she's seen it a billion times, _welcome to Orean yadayadayada....how are you feeling?  Like total shit..._  So instead of reporting to the auditorium like all the other students, she decided to just go ahead and claim her dorm.  Luckily, she had a dorm to herself this time.  People...never really liked sharing a dorm with her...and vice versa with Evelyn.  "Psh!  Really?  The Drake Sword?"  Ev muttered into her headset, an apple sour punch straw precariously dangling from her lip clenched between her teeth.  "That's a total n00b weapon.  What level are you?  Six?!  Are you fucking kidding me?  You are so getting raped!"  Frantically her thumbs flew across the black and red Xbox controller, her concentration only upon the screen, until it read in shimmering gold letters **YOU DEFEATED**  "Hah!! Hellz yeah!"  Evelyn pumped a fist in the air with a victorious shout.  "You just got your ass kicked by a girl, ya little bitch!"

_"Whatever whore!  Ooh you're soooo hardcore because your gamertag is Lachrymose666.  Please, I bet your some emo-skank who wastes her time crying and posting her crap on tumblr."_  Her sorely defeated opponent's voice chimed back with venom.  _"Why don't you put down the controller and get da fuck back in the kitchen?"_

"Yeah yeah.  I heard it before.  Go suck on your COD, you little twat.  Dark Souls is for the True Elite.  Oh and does your mommy ever hear the way you talk?  Fo-shame!"  Now this....was a way to spend her day.