[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9ZoT0oh.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=ffc300][b]#ffc300[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/4ssW6vU][color=9b9b9b][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=9b9b9b][b] Evelyn’s Cabin > Arena[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [color=808080] Someone was oncoming and Evelyn did her best to avoid their gaze and keep her head down hoping to pass by without incident. [color=47815a] “Morning.”[/color] The simple greeting caused a jolt of panic. Since invisibility didn’t work for her, she opted for cordial. [color=ffc300]“Good morning.”[/color] Evelyn flashed Daniel a pleasant smile continuing forward deeming it a safety hazard to stop and chat properly. Not to mention escape before she could reach the inevitable verdict and labels in his eyes. But he halted and backed up and fell in step with her walking backward. She shot a nervous glance at him at the corner of her eyes. [color=47815a] “Let me guess —”[/color] Those worders alone sent her heart pounding in anxiety. [color=47815a] “You were robbed. Now how does one get retribution for that?”[/color] Washed over with relief, she concurred with a reluctant amused smile. [color=ffc300]“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll be sure to let you know when I reach an idea.”[/color] As much as they could joke and tease, thankfully Daniel didn’t elect to escort her all the way back to her cabin. [color=47815a] “See you at the arena. And hey, don’t be late.”[/color] He pointed as if giving a stern warning. Another joke, as punctuality had never been an issue for her. She valued it too much. Or was it genuine advice? Had she miscalculated how much time she had? She envisioned herself stepping inside and hanging Sylas’s coat up on a rack nearby for him to reclaim at his leisure and get changed into more appropriate training attire. Instead, her cabin suffered the night and morning’s cold without her attention giving her reluctance to strip into something new right away. With a chill up her spine, Evelyn sat on a nearby chair and unfastened her heels kicking them off for the last time and rubbed down her legs and feet to encourage circulation and warmth. She considered starting a fire but it would hardly be worthwhile. Especially since time propelled closer and closer to the official training. Perhaps she had been too luxurious with Sylas. In fact she seemed to lose her general smarts around him. He challenged her, invigorated her and satisfied her but she often fell at his mercy due to lack of impulse control and careful thought. She headed to the bath and ran some warm water, peeling her clothes off as it filled then gathered some clothes for training to sit on the sink. Evelyn lowered herself in the bath where she usually meditated. There was a mental press for time trying to assure her limbs hadn’t gone numb and were ready for training yet all she could do was wait for it to soak for an appropriate length. Though, the cold mightn’t have been the true threat as much as what her body could endure. As she replayed the events of the night and morning, she bit her lip and her toes curled playfully on the more physical highlights. Gradually her expression faded as her thoughts drifted into their morning discussion. One realization particularly struck her. Did Sylas essentially ban her…them from being [i]intimate?[/i] Granted, his logic was sound, but she couldn’t help but be offended. He could get sex anytime he desired. She had seen his seductive games and experienced it for herself and he succeeded with evident flying colors. Whereas she couldn’t make herself as enticing simply because. They had been together previously without any hefty conversation pending. Did that have to change or did he just like to extort things? On the very mark of her estimation of ten minutes Evelyn sprang out, dried herself and got dressed. She brushed her disarrayed hair, pulling it up into a ponytail and applied some subtle make up to any blemishes, checking herself in different angles until she achieved a clean training-ready look. It left her very close to 8:30, (closer than she wanted to it be anyway,) that there was no time to make something for breakfast even if she was sold on the idea. She hurried out, grabbing one of her own coats sensibly then headed to arena with a brisk pace. She wasn’t sure how anal River would be as leader but she was hoping not to find out as the guinea pig. Nearing the destination of choice, she had to acknowledge the arena was intimidating whether for its sheer size, archaic structure or its tendency to hose egregious events. It was hard to pin the exact reason though likely a combination. But she knew she felt the unease. Nonetheless, she did as was expected stepping in, appearing generally unbothered – aside from a little frazzled for poor time management, eyeing the amphitheater and choosing a spot at random. Evelyn didn’t expect to get comfortable before training would take place though maybe she would benefit from a short distraction. She shrugged out of her winter coat, folding it around her arm and placing it beside her as her eyes sifted through the crowd for someone who would hypothetically provide such a thing. A test subject. A source of amusement. Someone whose brain she could pick. Someone worth observing. 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