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[color=ed1c24]"What do you want?"[/color]  Evelyn muttered slipping one of her earbuds out to listen, not that she particularly enjoyed having any company and not that she wanted to hear what this guy had to say.  The mark on his lip though garnered her attention and she had to wonder how he got such a glaring abrasion, coupling that with the animalistic fury she could feel emanating from him rather faint.

Roman was his name.  She guessed that was an okay name.  Nothing really exotic or cool about it, but then again Evelyn was just a plain name too, for a very unplain teenager.  [color=ed1c24]"Hmph, Roman...  Nice name, Scarface."[/color]  Evelyn mused, a bitter edge to her voice.  As for her name, [color=ed1c24]"That depends.  If you were to ask my mom, she'd call me [i]little beastie[/i], [i]urchin[/i], or [i]disgrace[/i], and if you were to ask my dad, he'd probably just go on a tirade about how I need to be discarded and disowned, but you may call me Ev.  Oh and can you quit staring at me?"[/color]  That last bit she uttered a tad annoyed.  Yeah she was a freak, but so was everyone else here, one big clusterfuck of the abnormal.