[centre][b][h1][color=ec008c]Evelina[/color][/h1][/b]
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Dressed in leather, the tall, blonde haired woman studied what was quite clearly a wall. She pursed her lips, and looked back to her mother, raising an eyebrow. [color=ec008c]“I think this is the wrong entrance, mummy dearest. After all, there isn't even a gate” she said with amusement dancing in her voice, sticking a lollipop in her mouth, and grinning at her mother.[color=ec008c] “Why, mother, it’s almost as if you want to give me a challenge, how nice of you, but… “[/color] She gave a small chuckle, “[color=ec008c]i’d prefer an [i]actually[/i] challenge”[/color] She grinned at her mother, lollipop stick between her teeth, before she took four quick, running steps towards the wall. 
 
She propelled herself up, as high as she could, her feet landing on the wall, one  hand pressed against it, before leveling herself up again, and her hands gripped the edge of the wall, before she vaulted over the wall, landing smoothly and bending her knees to take the impact, her laugh echoing around her. [color=ec008c]”Parkour, Bitches”[/color] She said to no one as she stood up, and smoothed away imaginary dust and creases, biting down on the lollipop, making a crunching sound. She waited for her mother to join her. She had said goodbye to her father a couple of days ago. While her parents had stayed together a few year’s, Eve had been nearly a toddler when they split, and since then had spent most of her life traveling back and forth between them. 
 
Not that she minded. She loved her father with all her heart, but this wasn’t something he could understand. Being a super? Sometimes she could hardly believe it. And sometimes she thought that that was why her parents had split- her mother had had very specific ideas about how she was to be raised… less traditional. In the end she had been raised learning how to fight, and kick ass, as well as the normal, typical childhood things. She had learned to have a healthy taste of [i]freedom[/i], which to her meant making her own decisions, and not letting herself be controlled by anyone. 
 
She glanced up at the wall, and watched her mother join her [color=ec008c]”I’ll see you later, than, Mum. I think I can make it to the front gate from here”[/color]  She said, accepting the duffel her mother handled her, the backpack she wore on her pack the only other thing she had. But it was more than enough, Eve had learned how to travel light and efficiently. Just because she’d spend longer at the school than her normal trips, didn’t mean she had to lug half her room with her.  She gave her mother a hug, [color=ec008c]”I love you, mum. I can handle myself, go home. And make sure dad doesn’t starve? He never did seem to get the hang of that cooking thing, blew the microwave up last time I was there!”[/color] She chuckled, rather shamelessly trying to manipulate both her parents, before nudging her mother back toward the wall. 
 
[color=ec008c]”Bye!”[/color]
 
She watched her mother vault back over the wall, and then stood there a moment. She glanced about her, thoughtful. She appeared to have landed in a garden, and a rather extensive one at that. She pursed her lips, before slinging the duffels strap over her shoulder and making her way towards what she hoped was the exit of the gardens. It seemed that a lot of the plants there had just been put in, and yet, they were already budding, and seemed to be thriving. [color=ec008c][i]Well, the brochure did say Pamela Isley was a teacher here, makes sense the plants would be thriving[/i][/color] She thought to herself, finishing the lollipop, she chewed on the stick, humming to herself, before finally finding the exit. 
 
Which lead her onto a rather large area of green grass. Wondering why a school, even a super school, would need such a large area of grassland. She shook her head, and began to jog across the field, settling into a easy rhythm that she could maintain for a long time. Her blonde hair, loose, moved with the breeze, and without stopping, she reached back and tied it up. Eventually as she continued running, she reached the school buildings, and slowed, before walking towards the main building. 
 
Coming towards groups of students, Evelina moved along the outskirts, watching them all with a passiveness that was almost predatory, all the while moving the lollipop stick along her teeth.