[h2][color=ed1c24]\m/ Evelyn[/color] - Day one in Hell[/h2] 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 melody of Slipknot's [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QIGeNqi6l0]Gently[/url] belting 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 [url=http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/joaohmaggot/Capas%20Slipknot/SlipknotDigipack1999.jpg]creepy masks[/url], the other of some [url=http://taivia.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/the-texas-chainsaw-massacre.jpg]grisly maniac[/url], and lastly a portrait of some [url=http://doublefeatureshow.com/images/covers/the-devils-rejects.jpg]ghastly family[/url], and next to that bed was a [url=http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/profile_mojo_data/3/9/5/1/395175/pics/_c361306_image_0.JPG]sinister instrument[/url], 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 Corey Taylor's vicious, unrelenting 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, [color=ed1c24][i]Welcome to Orean yadayadayada....how are you feeling? Like total shit...[/i][/color] 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. [color=ed1c24]"Psh! Really? The Drake Sword?"[/color] Ev muttered into her headset, an apple sour punch straw precariously dangling from her lip clenched between her teeth. [color=ed1c24]"That's a total n00b weapon. What level are you? Six?! Are you fucking kidding me? You are so getting raped!"[/color] Frantically her thumbs flew across the black and red Xbox controller, her concentration only upon the screen, until it read in shimmering gold letters [b][color=aba000]YOU DEFEATED[/color][/b] [color=ed1c24]"Hah!! Hellz yeah!"[/color] Evelyn pumped a fist in the air with a victorious shout. [color=ed1c24]"You just got your ass kicked by a girl, ya little bitch!"[/color] [i]"Whatever whore! Ooh you're soooo hardcore because your gamertag is [color=ed1c24]Lachrymose666[/color]. Please, I bet your some emo-skank who wastes her time crying and posting her crap on tumblr."[/i] Her sorely defeated opponent's voice chimed back with venom. [i] "Why don't you put down the controller and get da fuck back in the kitchen?"[/i] [color=ed1c24]"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!"[/color] Now this....was a way to spend her day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [h2][color=ed145b]Rebecca <3[/color] - The Queen has Arrived! <3[/h2] "My apologies, Madame, but it seems we will be arriving late." The pearlescent sheen of the elegant stretch limousine shined amidst the light of the early morning sun cresting over the hills with a gilded shimmer and bathing any and all in its soothing warmth as it rose to signal the beginning of yet another day. The woman, who sat quietly and entranced in thought, her soft, pale cheek resting upon her hand, a few dainty fingers drumming against her skin, she sighed a tad bothersome and batted her eyelashes a few times as the lovely scenery passed her by and the prestigious Orean Cause came into view of her languishing rose colored eyes sparkling. "Madame?" The chauffeur, a man in his mid thirties, wearing the proper attire of a personal driver and escort, glanced into the rearview woman, whispering smoothly yet courteously to gain the woman's attention. "Madame, I said we shall be arriving late. My sincerest apologies for being the cause of your tardiness, my lady." To this the woman merely smirked curling her luscious ruby lips softly and answered with quite the refined giggle of a noblewoman, [color=ed145b]~"Oh darling, please! There is no need to punish yourself for a mere mistake. After all...there is such a thing as arriving...fashionably late, is there not Sir Winston?"~ <3[/color] The limo driver, she could see his cheeks redden in the rear-view, his eyes turning away from those of her staring back at him with such a pleasant yet oh so devious expression, as he would expect of his fair lady. Not long, the limousine came to a halt, the driver Winston stepped out first and opened the door for his lady.....and then....into the beaming light of the sun she emerged, robed in such [url=http://www.dhresource.com/albu_404322680_00-1.0x0/custom-made-dress-black-and-red-wedding-gown.jpg]lovely and elegant attire[/url], again fitting more of a princess or a refined, sophisticated young woman, rather than a student of the school. And with yet another charming curl of her lips, she announced to nearly the entire world, [color=ed145b]~"Hello my beautiful darlings! [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phJZKU6KrYA]Rebecca Selie Valentine[/url] has arrived!"~ <3[/color]