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[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "Say You'll Haunt Me."[/h3]

Evelyn sat for a moment in a perplexing silence, staring at the grisly demonic claw that clutched yet another cigarette between its monstrous fingers ending in sharp, black nails.  True, she knew the reputation of old Orean already, which is why again she didn't bother even lurking among the crowds during the typical opening ceremony, instead opting to find her old dorm again...and...reminisce in what little tranquility she could find.  She sighed in return, burning away the cigarette in a flash of fire before turning to the reaper within earshot of her.  Then she replied, [color=ed1c24]"Frankly...I don't give a damn if anyone sees this.  It's not like they will anyways, nor will they remember who I am.  For fuck sakes, they don't even know me.  It's like I said; maybe I'm still dead.  Maybe I'm just a ghost that haunts this place, longing to be alive but knowing...it'll never happen."[/color]  Standing from her seat, she slung the black demonic guitar over her back and sighed again in a deep and mournful tone towards him.  [color=ed1c24]"By the way...you can just call me Ev.  Most people do...or...did.  And...I guess if you still want to fight or something...I might be up for it later."[/color]

And with nary a goodbye or a farewell paid towards the young reaper, Evelyn vanished from the room in a slow, ethereal stride, the darkness of it all seeming to cling to her and follow her in a mysterious miasma pouring into the hallway until Ev was completely out of sight.  The darkness soon materialized around her torso and her arms, forming into a [url=http://images.cdn.bigcartel.com/bigcartel/product_images/142008850/max_h-1000+max_w-1000/iansjacketfront_1_finalcrop.jpg]black leather jacket[/url] with a hood she pulled over her head, concealing her face in a sea of black, save for the two glowing red eyes that pierced through the thick mist obscuring her and possibly into the souls of whoever dared to gaze upon her phantasmic figure strolling quietly through the hall.  Well, at least she took the reaper's advice and covered up her ghastly prosthetic, but still much unwanted attention was drawn to her.  Merely she ignored the scrutinizing, condescending glances she received from all, pushing past the crowds and shoulder checking a few people carelessly, on her way towards an old roost of hers...the school's bell tower.