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Location; Bathroom → Banquet → On the run
Interacting with; Zeus kids/Preston/Everyone → Just May
Interacting with; Abe/Dante/Staff (@Altered Tundra)
Having retreated into the ladies’ bathroom to escape her encounter with Preston, May was now sitting within a stall and busily scarfing down yet another brownie. Eating in the bathroom didn't seem to strike her as disgusting or inappropriate whatsoever. “Oh I sure hope I didn't make myself look weird…” she whispered to herself before she moved up off the toilet lid. The girl hadn't actually needed to use the bathroom, she simply needed a moment of refuge from the embarrassment she'd caused for herself. Stupid, stupid her! It was about time she'd gotten back to the party though. Lissie must be so lonely without her, right? She'd probably just left earlier to go get refreshments! …Right?
Before May left the restroom, she quickly washed her hands and scrolled through her social media on her phone. Her username, SadGirl43, blipped into existence, and as expected, there were no new notifications. Most of her statuses consisted of random banter, primarily about Disney or her other interests. Her friend tally was right about 64, all of which were family. As she was about to put her phone away, a message from her uncle popped up. ‘HAVE A GOOD TIME. WE LOVE YOU. SORRY THIS IS LATE. BEEN WORKING LONG NIGHTS.’ May was never quite sure why her uncle wrote in all caps, but the sentiment was much appreciated. The girl’s lips folded into a smile, and with a flourishing skip, she started back to the party.
The scene was complete chaos by the time she got there: that Oedipus man was on fire and naked, grown men were trying to take him down, and… Lissie was half-naked in Dante’s arms!! Her dark eyes went wide as she scurried over to the unconscious girl and her boy toy. “Wow, Dainty, you move fast! I'm gone five minutes and you're already about to bang Missie Lissie! She must really like you a whole, whole lot!” she exclaimed, butchering Dante's name and ignoring the background noise of those boys fighting. That was their problem, and May wasn't going to get involved with those shenanigans! She did, however, turn to watch the spectacle, emitting a loud “Eww!” when she saw the bloody mess and Atticus’ naked form. Was Oedipus a male stripper?! “Why’d they burn his clothes off?! I don't get this at all! It's not sexy whatsoever!”
Cecily life was being squeezed from her lungs as the raging Atticus bounded upon her. His grip was too tight for her to get away, and were it for her brother’s intervention, it was likely she would have perished. The lightning that impacted his arm left Lichtenburg figures running up from his veins, although he didn't seem to react to the pain, hyped up on adrenaline as he was. Growling under his breath, the brute was done with words, though the cretin before him seemed intent on yammering. If both of Zeus’ children wished to perish, then so be it. He had no doubt his father would be giddy when he heard the news. The hulking beast moved forward to finish them when, out of the corner of his eye, the lanky Son of Hera came forth and shattered a glass over his head, leaking more blood and, consequently, more ammunition. Before he knew it though, fire grew bright around him. The fire did not concern him though. In fact, his attention was no longer on the peons beneath him, but rather fixated on the form of May Bentley who had decided to show up and insult him further, only yards away from him. From the ridicule, the failure, and the criticism, he could feel the demon within crawling forth. The earth was quaking, his mind was aching, and he was baking…
”You! You will be the first to die.” Atticus’ finger pointed at the tiny May, a need to kill wandering in his eyes. There would be no mercy. There would be no life left in this building. The rage that lanced through him now was the catalyst for a horrible change: these fools had awoken the Gorefiend.
The flames that scorched Atticus turned his only covering to ashes, leaving the man bare as the day he was born. The Son of Hera could be commended for his efforts, but fire was not enough to topple him. Blood coalesced around him like a robe, draping over his skin and extinguishing the fire with ease. The mantle of sanguine fluid coagulated and took on a more gelatin-esque appearance from the heat. The blood around him boiled and popped, yet slowly cooled and hardened like an external carapace around the Demigod. Serrated, long claws grew from his fingertips grew, and his facial features twisted into something altogether strange and alien. A horrible monstrosity appeared, stronger, faster, and more indomitable than the human Atticus.
This was no longer a fight. This was a massacre. With the Sanguine Son so enraged, someone was going to die tonight unless a higher power got involved.
A wave of blood forced his assailants away from him like rag dolls, and he began his march unhindered towards the tiny Asian woman. Heavy, ragged breathing could be heard from the horror, an eerie symphony of destruction. A long, slender spear made of his if horse manifested in his clawed hands, preparing to send this girl to the terrible afterlife. ”Are you afraid…? This isn't even my final form…” the beast’s heavily distorted voice chided ominously.
May’s eyes nearly popped out her head when Oedipus transformed into something truly disturbing. And he was really, really mad at her for some reason!! Did he hate Mulan that much?! Yeah, it wasn't the best Disney movie (Tangled was, obviously), but it wasn't bad enough that you'd kill somebody for singing it's most notable song, would you?? “Uh oh! That's spooky scary! Uh… Dainty bang Lissie real hard for me! I mean…” she didn't even finish her awkward goodbye before she began running as fast as her short legs would carry her. Seriously! Everything bad that could happen to her was happening! And being chased by Oedipus the Demon Lord was definitely not on her priority list. Somebody save her, she prayed.
This was Cecily and Abe’s chance to redeem themselves. There was a reason why the teachers didn’t intervene yet, though through the corner of Ceil’s gaze she saw them circling around the area, all of them, ready to sedate the raging bull of a man. As much as she wanted to be angry at her brother, this wasn’t the time or place to throw a hissy fit. Instead, the leader in her came to light, while she tried to catch her breath. She was lucky that Atticus didn’t stab her, because she knew if Felicity wasn’t in the equation, he would have. After she threw the tray, Cecily realized how she made the situation worse. It was her who caused Atticus to lose grip and choke Felicity unconscious. Subsequently, he brought his attention to her, after he tossed the poor girl in the air like some kind of rag doll. To make matters worse, Abe and Preston were only adding fuel to the fire. Grabbing her brother’s face, who was hovering over her to protect his darling sister, Cecily teethed, “Use your speed to get May out of here. I’ll be fine.”
Crawling out of his grasp, she yelled, “Now, Abe!” With little to no energy, Cecily picked herself up and brought her attention to Dante, “Get her checked by the nurse or something, don’t just stand there.”
And then she looked at her colleagues, whose reaction time was at the rate of a snail - simply shaking her head. None of them had sedative powers or anything to enclose the bloody fiend. Her powers were far too dangerous in a small place like this, so instead she looked at the teachers, admitting that everyone would most definitely make matters worse. All those who attended the party either had mind control abilities which didn’t do shit to him or abilities like her’s. There were few powers like Price’s, who could make Attie sick, but even then, that would infuriate him. Sure, it was bad on her ego, but she knew that the teachers could handle the idiot in a matter of seconds, “He’s all your’s.”
Cecily knew the Son of Ares was at a point where they would need an elephant tranquilizer or an unbreakable barrier to enclose him until he calmed down. She knew Dr. Tsvetanov could easily trap Attie, while Mr. Clark not only had the ability to steady the brute’s heart, but could also close his wounds so he wouldn’t bleed to death. Then she could see the reigns be given to Dr. Grint, who would put the student in a deep sleep, allowing Mr. Blake and Ms. Hawthorne to take him to the infirmary for inspection since they’ve dealt with Atticus multiple times before. Without a doubt, Mr. Drake would likely follow behind his fiance, and Mr. Clarke had no choice but to come along since as of now, he was the healer on campus. The nurse wasn’t in (not like Cecily knew that). Meanwhile, the rest of the faculty and staff members would take care of the students and make sure they left in an orderly fashion.
Before May left the restroom, she quickly washed her hands and scrolled through her social media on her phone. Her username, SadGirl43, blipped into existence, and as expected, there were no new notifications. Most of her statuses consisted of random banter, primarily about Disney or her other interests. Her friend tally was right about 64, all of which were family. As she was about to put her phone away, a message from her uncle popped up. ‘HAVE A GOOD TIME. WE LOVE YOU. SORRY THIS IS LATE. BEEN WORKING LONG NIGHTS.’ May was never quite sure why her uncle wrote in all caps, but the sentiment was much appreciated. The girl’s lips folded into a smile, and with a flourishing skip, she started back to the party.
The scene was complete chaos by the time she got there: that Oedipus man was on fire and naked, grown men were trying to take him down, and… Lissie was half-naked in Dante’s arms!! Her dark eyes went wide as she scurried over to the unconscious girl and her boy toy. “Wow, Dainty, you move fast! I'm gone five minutes and you're already about to bang Missie Lissie! She must really like you a whole, whole lot!” she exclaimed, butchering Dante's name and ignoring the background noise of those boys fighting. That was their problem, and May wasn't going to get involved with those shenanigans! She did, however, turn to watch the spectacle, emitting a loud “Eww!” when she saw the bloody mess and Atticus’ naked form. Was Oedipus a male stripper?! “Why’d they burn his clothes off?! I don't get this at all! It's not sexy whatsoever!”
Cecily life was being squeezed from her lungs as the raging Atticus bounded upon her. His grip was too tight for her to get away, and were it for her brother’s intervention, it was likely she would have perished. The lightning that impacted his arm left Lichtenburg figures running up from his veins, although he didn't seem to react to the pain, hyped up on adrenaline as he was. Growling under his breath, the brute was done with words, though the cretin before him seemed intent on yammering. If both of Zeus’ children wished to perish, then so be it. He had no doubt his father would be giddy when he heard the news. The hulking beast moved forward to finish them when, out of the corner of his eye, the lanky Son of Hera came forth and shattered a glass over his head, leaking more blood and, consequently, more ammunition. Before he knew it though, fire grew bright around him. The fire did not concern him though. In fact, his attention was no longer on the peons beneath him, but rather fixated on the form of May Bentley who had decided to show up and insult him further, only yards away from him. From the ridicule, the failure, and the criticism, he could feel the demon within crawling forth. The earth was quaking, his mind was aching, and he was baking…
”You! You will be the first to die.” Atticus’ finger pointed at the tiny May, a need to kill wandering in his eyes. There would be no mercy. There would be no life left in this building. The rage that lanced through him now was the catalyst for a horrible change: these fools had awoken the Gorefiend.
The flames that scorched Atticus turned his only covering to ashes, leaving the man bare as the day he was born. The Son of Hera could be commended for his efforts, but fire was not enough to topple him. Blood coalesced around him like a robe, draping over his skin and extinguishing the fire with ease. The mantle of sanguine fluid coagulated and took on a more gelatin-esque appearance from the heat. The blood around him boiled and popped, yet slowly cooled and hardened like an external carapace around the Demigod. Serrated, long claws grew from his fingertips grew, and his facial features twisted into something altogether strange and alien. A horrible monstrosity appeared, stronger, faster, and more indomitable than the human Atticus.
This was no longer a fight. This was a massacre. With the Sanguine Son so enraged, someone was going to die tonight unless a higher power got involved.
A wave of blood forced his assailants away from him like rag dolls, and he began his march unhindered towards the tiny Asian woman. Heavy, ragged breathing could be heard from the horror, an eerie symphony of destruction. A long, slender spear made of his if horse manifested in his clawed hands, preparing to send this girl to the terrible afterlife. ”Are you afraid…? This isn't even my final form…” the beast’s heavily distorted voice chided ominously.
May’s eyes nearly popped out her head when Oedipus transformed into something truly disturbing. And he was really, really mad at her for some reason!! Did he hate Mulan that much?! Yeah, it wasn't the best Disney movie (Tangled was, obviously), but it wasn't bad enough that you'd kill somebody for singing it's most notable song, would you?? “Uh oh! That's spooky scary! Uh… Dainty bang Lissie real hard for me! I mean…” she didn't even finish her awkward goodbye before she began running as fast as her short legs would carry her. Seriously! Everything bad that could happen to her was happening! And being chased by Oedipus the Demon Lord was definitely not on her priority list. Somebody save her, she prayed.
This was Cecily and Abe’s chance to redeem themselves. There was a reason why the teachers didn’t intervene yet, though through the corner of Ceil’s gaze she saw them circling around the area, all of them, ready to sedate the raging bull of a man. As much as she wanted to be angry at her brother, this wasn’t the time or place to throw a hissy fit. Instead, the leader in her came to light, while she tried to catch her breath. She was lucky that Atticus didn’t stab her, because she knew if Felicity wasn’t in the equation, he would have. After she threw the tray, Cecily realized how she made the situation worse. It was her who caused Atticus to lose grip and choke Felicity unconscious. Subsequently, he brought his attention to her, after he tossed the poor girl in the air like some kind of rag doll. To make matters worse, Abe and Preston were only adding fuel to the fire. Grabbing her brother’s face, who was hovering over her to protect his darling sister, Cecily teethed, “Use your speed to get May out of here. I’ll be fine.”
Crawling out of his grasp, she yelled, “Now, Abe!” With little to no energy, Cecily picked herself up and brought her attention to Dante, “Get her checked by the nurse or something, don’t just stand there.”
And then she looked at her colleagues, whose reaction time was at the rate of a snail - simply shaking her head. None of them had sedative powers or anything to enclose the bloody fiend. Her powers were far too dangerous in a small place like this, so instead she looked at the teachers, admitting that everyone would most definitely make matters worse. All those who attended the party either had mind control abilities which didn’t do shit to him or abilities like her’s. There were few powers like Price’s, who could make Attie sick, but even then, that would infuriate him. Sure, it was bad on her ego, but she knew that the teachers could handle the idiot in a matter of seconds, “He’s all your’s.”
Cecily knew the Son of Ares was at a point where they would need an elephant tranquilizer or an unbreakable barrier to enclose him until he calmed down. She knew Dr. Tsvetanov could easily trap Attie, while Mr. Clark not only had the ability to steady the brute’s heart, but could also close his wounds so he wouldn’t bleed to death. Then she could see the reigns be given to Dr. Grint, who would put the student in a deep sleep, allowing Mr. Blake and Ms. Hawthorne to take him to the infirmary for inspection since they’ve dealt with Atticus multiple times before. Without a doubt, Mr. Drake would likely follow behind his fiance, and Mr. Clarke had no choice but to come along since as of now, he was the healer on campus. The nurse wasn’t in (not like Cecily knew that). Meanwhile, the rest of the faculty and staff members would take care of the students and make sure they left in an orderly fashion.
Are you okay? Collab is up! Sorry for the hold up fam.
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@Viciousmarrow Of course teachers won't allow that. xD SEDATE THE RAGING BULL
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@Holy Soldier that was fucking hilarious
>when you're tired and want to snuggle your bed but you're needed... almost 3 am in the morning.
>lovin' my darling 'niece' on the guild like
Location: Beverly Hills High's Hallway → The Clubs & Activities Fair → Dance Booth
Interacting With: Silván, her manager → Niles briefly → Summer, Audrey, Analise @Dirty Pretty Lies @Aewin
Time: Does it matter? Early.
Outfit Body Photo | Song | Outfit Polyvore
Have you ever been so enraptured by someone that you forgot where you were and who was around you? Certain individuals just have something about them… where once one hears their voice they know there’s more to the face, more to the exterior, more to her than what meets the eye. One thing that the band, East of Eden, were known for was by their virtuoso singer that led them. Dark brown hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, her most distinctive feature... those kissable lips, and her influential presence, on and off stage. Eve was the face, after all. Not only was she gifted with a vocal range out of this world for someone of her age, but she also carried herself with out most confidence, whether that is faux or not has yet to be determined.
Evelyn Harding? Daughter of Van Ash and the late Cyndi Phillips from Underneath Paradise? She has excellent technique and the most versatility out of any young female metal vocalist in the 21st century. The aspiring starlet exudes metal and may be one of the best, and most memorable, teen voices metal has to offer today. Eve will surely be the next gen of vocals with how stunningly clean they are, how beautifully operatic it could be, and how her ominous scream and crystal thought-provoking ballad performance sends shivers up her audience's spines.
Along with heart-throbbing voice, especially now in her prime, Eve’s band in itself is remarkably talent. Most if not all members are multi-instrumentals, especially the Nilsen twins. Eve may be at the frontlines, but without the help of her band, she wouldn’t have made a tremendous leap in the charts this past year. Anyone whose been fortunate enough to see East of Eden live, whether when they started to get noticed when Eve was fourteen (although the band was formed when she was twelve), with the backing of her father, or recently as she’s approaching her twenties, know the chemistry between all musical elements in any song they played. Music is all Eve has ever known. No matter what is going on behind the curtain, when they perform, they are a force to be reckoned with - together.
When they started off, East of Eden pulled all the cards and showed that their talent ranges from glam noir and dark cabaret like Jill Tracy singing Evil Night Together, to American jazz like Peggy Lee singing Black Coffee, who will be forever known for her sultry version of Fever. As well rounded as they are, their true calling is in Symphonic metal where they continue to strive to be among the greats (Nightwish, Kamelot, Epica, Within Temptation, and many more).
East of Eden make a group of Sinners that share their loss of Paradise with the world. Every performance, Eve brings her Adam out of Eden and to the land of Nod, the place East of Utopia. She is his tragic masterpiece. Good and Evil go hand in hand and her band uses biblical imagery to enhance the human nature of being bitten by the lonely. Embracing her fans’ faults, she can make her audience feel like they belong with her, that they were her Adam and had no care for the Garden. Her performances are not only awe-aspiring, but immensely sensual…Read More- Arya Roshanian, Variety
Am I the only one who pities the band, East of Eden, specifically the youngest, Evelyn Harding? Currently the band age range is from 18 to 22, but the records say they truly started off six years ago, making the age range from 12 to 16. These kids, and I will emphasize on the word kids, were never given a chance to have a childhood, all coming from influential musicians, who molded their children to be just like them.
Don’t worry parents, your kids will most definitely surpass you because of how much you enforced music in their lives. The reason why I feel sorry for Eve in particular is because of how wild and unstable her entire life seems to be. You can see her in photos when she was four with her parents backstage appeasing their VIP fans. Everyone has a right to their own opinion and mine so happens to be against the majority of this media crazed world. Being the daughter of rock and roll couple, Van Ash and the late Cyndi Phillips, only meant a little girl constantly traveling around the world and witnessing, possibly partaking in, all things Rock-N-Roll: sex, booze, and drugs. On top of that, this little girl lost her mother around the same time her father called up his friends and created a band using their talented children as tools to their own game. Seems to me Van Ash only cares about his own fame and fortune than giving his daughter a chance to… live.
I mean for god's sake! The band name basically whores her off as the woman, who brought humanity to their downfall. I give props to the kids for taking their band name, given to them by their parents, and soaring with it. East of Eden is no longer about a bunch of kids that want their generation to let their demons and flaws rule them. No. Through the years, Eve has gained more power over the direction of where her band is heading toward, choosing to inspire kids to not be ashamed of their mistakes, but to embrace them, including their sexuality, ultimately crafting something beautiful.
Her summer tour has ended and I’m stoked she’s taking a break from the dog-eat-dog music world to be a teenager again, returning back to Beverly Hills High after being there for only half a semester. Her trial semester. I guess that means things went well the previous school year to make her run back, yeah? I can’t say if this is her decision or her father trying to ‘better’ his image, but at least she can be surrounded by other teenagers that have yet to make major strides in their career – only good can come out of this.Read More- Mathew Blanchard, Ghost Cult Magazine
"Wait. I won't be able to until Saturday? Seriously?" The raven haired woman pridefully strode down the halls of Beverly Hills High with a blue tooth earpiece on and a red thermo in her hand that contained what the school assumed to be coffee. This wasn't entirely untrue. In her thermo she had 1 ounce of Patron XO Coffee Liqueur, 1 ounce of Baileys Original Irish Cream, double shot of espresso, steamed milk, and mint spring to garnish it on the top. Combine those and shake it with ice then you have one hell of a hot espresso cocktail that would surely wake you up kick you in the face. One could say Evelyn Harding had a problem, but she would never admit it. She simply just did what she wanted. Her morning was an early one. Most people would imagine her waking up in a mess of a house with her band shitfaced and her cuddling up with her bassist, Nero, because they had one hell of a time last night. In reality, most nights she woke up alone in her condo on South Doheny Drive, which was 1.4 miles away from the school. Her home looked nothing like a daughter of a rock couple would have. If anything, the few friends that have visited her humble abode (purchased last school year) would say she could get a job in interior design with how elegant and simple it was.
Occasionally, Eve would find herself with her band mates at Nero's apartment, but she preferred the peace and quiet of her own home and hated sharing it with others unless they were immensely close with her (which isn't an easy feat to accomplish). The few people she could think of on the top of her head that were allowed in were Silvan (manager), Nero (bassist), Maxwell (half brother), and Audrey (best friend). Audrey would be her only exception of a relationship that blossomed a lot faster than Eve ever believed a friendship could. There was something about the strong presence of her dear friend that appealed to the singer, but also Eve felt like she could relate to this woman over anyone else she's had the pleasure of meeting. And boy, was she right. When Audrey and Eve were together, people quivered and shook in fear or anticipation or both. The dancer already had a well-known reputation in the Halls of Beverly Hills High, add Eve to the equation, whose quite formidable herself... that spells hell in paradise.
"Fine. Fine. I'll get it to you by the end of this week, but they better not over schedule like they did last time." As she walked, the McMillain kid, deep into a book walked (crashed) into her boobs and immediately fell onto the floor in embarrassment, "E-Eve. Hi. Uh- fuck, sorry." His wardrobe was casual as ever. Her hawk eyes watched as he hurriedly picked himself up with a faint blush on his face, leaving his book on the floor.
"Sil, I'll talk to you later. At school. Yeah, gotcha." Pressing the button on her blue tooth, she knelt down and picked up Volume 18 of Ouran Highschool Host Club, a shoujo manga. Niles immediately snatched it out of her hand and put it behind his back. "Your girlfriend's?" She knew it wasn't, but the genre of the manga itself was aimed at teenage female readers. She's heard a bit about this kid, how he's a disaster and commits social suicide on a daily basis. This would be the first time he met Eve face to face.
Keeping one hand behind his back with the book, Niles brought his other one to his hoodie's shoelace and began to nervously pull on it, "I'm obviously bootylicious like you and get all the ladies." Her lips curved up, amused at his choice of words.
Tilting her head, observing his every move, she gently licked her bottom lip like some sort of predator, "I'll take that as a compliment. I'll also take it that no, you do not have a girlfriend."
By this point, Niles' hoodie string was almost completely out one end as he rambled, "Like anyone would want to date me. I'm like an old dead fish! No woman would touch me with a ten foot pole!" A sense of alarm fell on his face, like he shouldn't have said that. God, why did he say that? He sounds like such a debbie downer.
While Niles was internally dying inside, Eve received a text message and gestured for the geek to give her a moment as she replied back to her Matriarch.
The singer never failed to meet with her beloved in the time frame she gave. When Audrey called, she was there in a heartbeat. Hopefully she could check out the music area after she aided her number one lady. If Eve was into pet names, her phone would probably have Audrey under Goddess or something like that, but for the sake of business she had to keep her contact list organized and professional. Bringing her attention back to the undervalued geek, Eve gave him a gentle smile, which made him lose balance, since he heard rumors about her but this wasn't the woman he thought she was, "I'd love to stay and chat but duty calls."
"Ah-yeah... of course. I-I'll see you later?"
A kittenish smile fell on her face, which made him bring his book in front of his pants, "I'd like that, Niles. But one more thing before I leave, don't cut yourself short. You're a handsome boy, I'm sure there's someone waiting for you right now who wouldn't mind going on a date." Before she sauntered away, the succubi winked, making the boy cough up his saliva.
Occasionally, Eve would find herself with her band mates at Nero's apartment, but she preferred the peace and quiet of her own home and hated sharing it with others unless they were immensely close with her (which isn't an easy feat to accomplish). The few people she could think of on the top of her head that were allowed in were Silvan (manager), Nero (bassist), Maxwell (half brother), and Audrey (best friend). Audrey would be her only exception of a relationship that blossomed a lot faster than Eve ever believed a friendship could. There was something about the strong presence of her dear friend that appealed to the singer, but also Eve felt like she could relate to this woman over anyone else she's had the pleasure of meeting. And boy, was she right. When Audrey and Eve were together, people quivered and shook in fear or anticipation or both. The dancer already had a well-known reputation in the Halls of Beverly Hills High, add Eve to the equation, whose quite formidable herself... that spells hell in paradise.
"Fine. Fine. I'll get it to you by the end of this week, but they better not over schedule like they did last time." As she walked, the McMillain kid, deep into a book walked (crashed) into her boobs and immediately fell onto the floor in embarrassment, "E-Eve. Hi. Uh- fuck, sorry." His wardrobe was casual as ever. Her hawk eyes watched as he hurriedly picked himself up with a faint blush on his face, leaving his book on the floor.
"Sil, I'll talk to you later. At school. Yeah, gotcha." Pressing the button on her blue tooth, she knelt down and picked up Volume 18 of Ouran Highschool Host Club, a shoujo manga. Niles immediately snatched it out of her hand and put it behind his back. "Your girlfriend's?" She knew it wasn't, but the genre of the manga itself was aimed at teenage female readers. She's heard a bit about this kid, how he's a disaster and commits social suicide on a daily basis. This would be the first time he met Eve face to face.
Keeping one hand behind his back with the book, Niles brought his other one to his hoodie's shoelace and began to nervously pull on it, "I'm obviously bootylicious like you and get all the ladies." Her lips curved up, amused at his choice of words.
Tilting her head, observing his every move, she gently licked her bottom lip like some sort of predator, "I'll take that as a compliment. I'll also take it that no, you do not have a girlfriend."
By this point, Niles' hoodie string was almost completely out one end as he rambled, "Like anyone would want to date me. I'm like an old dead fish! No woman would touch me with a ten foot pole!" A sense of alarm fell on his face, like he shouldn't have said that. God, why did he say that? He sounds like such a debbie downer.
While Niles was internally dying inside, Eve received a text message and gestured for the geek to give her a moment as she replied back to her Matriarch.
To: Huntsberg, Audrey
Omw. Less than 5.
The singer never failed to meet with her beloved in the time frame she gave. When Audrey called, she was there in a heartbeat. Hopefully she could check out the music area after she aided her number one lady. If Eve was into pet names, her phone would probably have Audrey under Goddess or something like that, but for the sake of business she had to keep her contact list organized and professional. Bringing her attention back to the undervalued geek, Eve gave him a gentle smile, which made him lose balance, since he heard rumors about her but this wasn't the woman he thought she was, "I'd love to stay and chat but duty calls."
"Ah-yeah... of course. I-I'll see you later?"
A kittenish smile fell on her face, which made him bring his book in front of his pants, "I'd like that, Niles. But one more thing before I leave, don't cut yourself short. You're a handsome boy, I'm sure there's someone waiting for you right now who wouldn't mind going on a date." Before she sauntered away, the succubi winked, making the boy cough up his saliva.
[Stayed Tuned for Niles and Alba collab.]
The difference between Eve's walk (plus attitude) and Audrey's walk was the hint of something more than what meets the eye. Audrey will always be fearlessly sovereign, Eve, on the other hand, was a woman who came across as wickedly bold, her hazel orbs hinted at a sex deviant, and her words were alluringly positive and could draw most weak-willed men in. People saw one thing, but like any person, there were hidden layers. Only the daring ones took the chance to break her shell and only people like her best friend knew there was a serpent behind the beauty. The ones who got to see her true colors were either the ones she was already through with or the ones she could careless about. She didn't mind destroying your ego if you meant nothing to her.
On her way to the dance booth, a fairly attractive blonde girl stopped her in her tracks, "Um, sorry to interrupt you... I was wondering if you knew where I could find the dance section? The one that Audrey leads?" The Niner held onto a pamphlet and looked at Eve with awe and wonder. "Oh how rude of me, my name is Summer Aspen."
"I see Rhett's kept you in the loop. You don't seem--"
"As stupid as him, yeah I know." Summer was definitely an assertive Niner.
Gesturing for the girl to follow her, Eve listed a couple of things for the audacious freshman to keep in mind, "Audrey has a fuse. Do not speak over her. Do not act like you know more than her. Wait until she acknowledges you. Here's some gum for your breath." The songstress already had mint Trident gum out for her to take, her voice was as rather calm... "Don't chew like a cow, we both hate that. And if you want a chance to be seen as more than nothing, don't be a pushover. That doesn't mean tell her off, that means show her you can handle what she throws at you. Not many people can."
"Uh-" Summer's head was spinning with all this information that was given to her when they finally arrived at the booth.
Looking down at the small niner, Eve gave her an unsettling, yet comforting smile, "I'm Evelyn Harding, by the way. Good luck." Leaving the blonde's side, whose eyes widened when she registered who she was walking/talking with, Eve twisted the cap off her thermo and finally took a long needed sip of her 'coffee'. Her threatening gaze looked at the other blonde, the extremely naive one, and waited for the moment to end, before walking beside Audrey, "Beautiful as ever." She genuinely complimented. She gave Analise a nod of acknowledgement, but that was about it.
On her way to the dance booth, a fairly attractive blonde girl stopped her in her tracks, "Um, sorry to interrupt you... I was wondering if you knew where I could find the dance section? The one that Audrey leads?" The Niner held onto a pamphlet and looked at Eve with awe and wonder. "Oh how rude of me, my name is Summer Aspen."
"I see Rhett's kept you in the loop. You don't seem--"
"As stupid as him, yeah I know." Summer was definitely an assertive Niner.
Gesturing for the girl to follow her, Eve listed a couple of things for the audacious freshman to keep in mind, "Audrey has a fuse. Do not speak over her. Do not act like you know more than her. Wait until she acknowledges you. Here's some gum for your breath." The songstress already had mint Trident gum out for her to take, her voice was as rather calm... "Don't chew like a cow, we both hate that. And if you want a chance to be seen as more than nothing, don't be a pushover. That doesn't mean tell her off, that means show her you can handle what she throws at you. Not many people can."
"Uh-" Summer's head was spinning with all this information that was given to her when they finally arrived at the booth.
Looking down at the small niner, Eve gave her an unsettling, yet comforting smile, "I'm Evelyn Harding, by the way. Good luck." Leaving the blonde's side, whose eyes widened when she registered who she was walking/talking with, Eve twisted the cap off her thermo and finally took a long needed sip of her 'coffee'. Her threatening gaze looked at the other blonde, the extremely naive one, and waited for the moment to end, before walking beside Audrey, "Beautiful as ever." She genuinely complimented. She gave Analise a nod of acknowledgement, but that was about it.
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