[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] Arena[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [color=808080] Heath and Iliana wore some confusion while Nelly only giggled knowingly. [color=#f1724b] “Poorly, but it was my doing. See back when we did Seven Minutes in Heaven at the previous party, my bottle landed on Sylas.”[/color] Evelyn’s brow arched surprised involuntarily. The bottle blessed or cursed, depending on the outlook, to point to the one you desired? But Evelyn didn’t interrupt and let Nelly continue. [color=#f1724b] “Sadly I don't have any of my parents' charms, so I was clueless on what the rules were and made a fool of myself with Sylas in there. Didn't know you were supposed to make out in there.”[/color] Evelyn opened then closed her mouth, almost rebutting that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want and there was no official rule to it. It was a common occurrence and opportunity but that was as far as it went. Her eyes flickered to Heath expecting him to interject and correct Nelly that that wasn’t the case, but he didn’t. Who exactly was Nelly’s source to figure she had to make out? [color=#f1724b] “So to remedy that here, I basically asked Sylas if I could kiss him, that was all. He flat out rejected me. It's fine though. It's pretty clear I get on the guy's nerves too, but I am used to it.”[/color] Evelyn inclined her chin in silent understanding. Then grimaced slightly. She couldn’t imagine Sylas’s rejection as anything but harsh. Similarly, she couldn’t imagine standing before his daunting figure and asking for a kiss out of the blue. That was brave. For some reason she didn’t take Nelly as an initiator either but, good for her. Evelyn gave a small approving nod giving credit where it was due. [color=#f1724b] “But yes, sorry for any confusion, Evelyn, and thanks for checking up on me. You just take care of yourself too okay?”[/color] It was more curiosity and a mini catch up than a well-being check but she wasn’t one to argue. Evelyn flashed a smile. [color=ffc300]“Just wondering how it went is all. You’re very bold to try to get your lost kiss back.”[/color] Or ignorantly unaware. She watched Andy in the first group pull in front and overall stay in front, until the finish line. Next Sylas passed, kicking at dirt with some expletives. Of course, she couldn’t hear from where she was sat but there was a way that people moved at the end of a task that you knew they didn’t like the outcome accompanied by a ‘fuck’ or the like. [color=ffc300]“Though, he might need a kiss now,”[/color] she joked to the daughter of Hermes. As she sucked in a breath to say some more, perhaps the most important question, Nelly started stretching as the second group was summoned. The other two had their own issues and didn’t offer conversation at all. While it was an obvious chance to leave, she had one more burning question. [color=ffc300] “What do you find appealing about him?”[/color] she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. For once, there was no judgement attached, rather, she was looking for sense in herself. Maybe Nelly saw the same thing Evelyn did or something different altogether. After their small chat, the trio was evidently much more absorbed in each other, watching the prior groups or themselves, which she couldn’t blame. She slipped a couple stands away to leave them to it and view the groups on her own until the time came where she was inevitably called. Evelyn re-did her ponytail to a lower kind and faced the daunting course. The tires were simple enough but by the time she found a faster rhythm, they were over. The increasing height of the logs were a pain, only when she had to start clambering over the last of them. Her balance was sound as she climbed on the fourth as River had, but she hesitated to jump to the last one, then jump back down, dropping herself and heading for the next obstacle. She crawled through under the rope as required feeling like she was nearly eating sand, adjusting her head forward then sideways trying to find a good position as she pushed forward with her elbows and legs. Some people had made it look stupidly natural but she could assure, it wasn’t. She ran up to the rope climb and paused, suspecting how it would end. She hesitated for a puffed second then tried to clamber up the forsaken rope with the muscles and technique she didn’t have. Her face contorted in concentration and strain, trying to conjure the strength as she seemingly slowly made her way gradually up. She didn’t have the control to delicately slide down, her hands burning against the friction of the rope and landing with a bigger impact on her legs than she’d like. Evelyn shook out her burning hands to confront the next obstacle, then another and another. She was shaky on the rope net bridge and a spare hand would fly out to balance herself but she wasn’t bad. The swing was much the same, more rope she didn’t want to touch but had to pry from where it rested. She grabbed the rope, backed up a few steps and tried to swing with momentum and tuck her legs up. Evelyn landed on the other side, narrowly avoiding the water’s edge and leant forward to avoid falling back Approaching the balance beams was where she accelerated. She had an acute awareness about her balance and body, and logic always helped, so she was able to tackle the beams with deft feet but they required full concentration still. She could feel her breathing getting harder and fatigue set in her muscles. Something she didn’t need when coming up to the pool. She also didn’t want to particularly swim in her clothes. Nonetheless, she dove in, gasping hard trying to snatch more oxygen when she came up for air in her freestyle. Despite the light material she wore, she felt heavier, carrying along extra unnecessary weight. Though, that likely was her muscles protesting. Evelyn propelled herself up the ladder, treating her hand and feet placements like rock-climbing. Curses, it was tall and never ending. For a moment Evelyn found herself pausing, wrapping her arms around a log and resting her chin on it to try catch her breath and gather herself before continuing forward stubbornly. Evelyn didn’t want to be the one who stopped mid-course and didn’t finish or gave up. She mounted the top, brought her other leg around and climbed down to a distance where it was safe to drop. One more. The final one. Looking at the obstacle she knew she needed real momentum for the last jump. Her jog transformed to a hard run, forcing a last burst from somewhere inside and she leapt off. Another clearance but only by an inch. She doubled over, hands on her hips, cheeks tainted red while the rest of her body was tainted in sweat and panting like she had finished running for her life from a grizzly bear. Her technique was to pretend there was no group running alongside her and focus on herself and the obstacles, hard as that was when people passed her or were right beside her. Regardless, she had a solid hunch that the results were not satisfactory. She didn’t even bother asking or catching River's eye; in fact she actively avoided forms of contact and acknowledgement. She wasn’t in the state. Evelyn shook her angry and persistently burning hands out again as she returned back to the stands with heavy steps and settled for a spot close by. The thought of more steps was horrifying right now. 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