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[centre][h1][b][color=ec008c]Evelina Lance-Vince[/color][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Academy Grounds
[sup]Interacting with[/sup]: No one at the moment[/centre]
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Evelina looked up at the wall, as if contemplating why it wasn’t a door. Dressed in leather, she made a small noise as she moved, reaching up to brush her long, blonde hair back from her face. She studied the wall for another moment or two, before pursing her lips and turning towards her mother. [color=ec008c]”I think this is the wrong entrance, Mommy Dearest. After all, there isn’t even a gate”[/color] Amusement danced in her voice as she addressed her mother, smiling cheerfully. Sticking a lollipop in her mouth, she watched her mother a moment, [color=ec008c]”Why, mother, it’s almost as if you want to give me a challenge. How nice of you, but… “[/color] She grinned, sucking on the lollipop a moment, [color=ec008c]”I’d prefer an [i]actual[/i] challenge”[/color] She said with a small chuckle, before she took four quick running steps towards the wall. 

Propelling herself up, Eve pushed herself as high as she could go, her feet landing against the wall for a fraction of a second, one hand pressed against it, before she propelled herself up again, her hands coming to grip the edge of the wall. She paused for a moment, before tensing slightly, and vaulting over the wall, landing smoothly and bending at the knees to take in the impact. Her laugh echoed all around her, [color=ec008c]"Parkour, Bitches"[/color] She said to no one as she stood up, smoothing away imaginary dust and crease, she bit down on the lollipop, making a rather pleasant crunching sound.  

She waited for her mother to join her, glancing about her a bit. She had said goodbye to her father a couple of days ago. She didn't think she could do both of them at the same time. this was better. While her parents had stayed together a few years, Eve had been nearly a toddler when they split, and since then had spent most of her life traveling back and forth between them. If she had to say goodbye to them together... it might have gotten a bit messy. This was better. Or so she told herself. 

It was better he wasn't here... 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 tase of [i]freedom[/i], which to her meant making her own decisions, and not letting herself be controlled by anyone. 

Glancing up as her mother leaped over the wall and joined her, [color=ec008c]"I'll see you later, then, Mum. I think I can make it to the front gate from here"[/color] She said, accepting the duffel her mother handed her, the backpack she wore on her back 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. Besides. There were... chances she'd gather more stuff. From admires. [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 the last time I was there!"[/color] She chuckled, rather shamelessly trying to manipulate both her parents, before nudging her other back toward the wall. 

[color=ec008c]"Bye!"[/color] She watched her mother vault back over the wall, and then stood there a moment, before 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 had just been put in, and yet, they were already budding and seemed to be thriving. [color=ec008c]Well, the brochure did say Pamela Isley was a teacher here, makes sense the plants would be thriving[/color] She thought to herself, finishing the lollipop, she chewed on the stick, humming to herself.

She shook her head after a moment, and began to jog across the gardens, 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 and started to run.