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[YOU KNOW I, I'M AFRAID OF CHANGE. GUESS THAT'S WHY WE STAY THE SAME.]
【 Name 】
Evangeline Marie Guiliani.
【 Age 】
Twenty Two.
【 Birth Date 】
June Tenth.
【 Perceived Gender 】
Female.
【 Sexuality 】
Heterosexual.
【 Appearance 】
Evangeline is petite, standing at a mere five foot two and weighing less than one hundred and five pounds on a good day. Her legs are slightly bowed. Eva prefers to wear clothing that are a bit smaller than the size she should be wearing because it comforts her to feel the fabric squeeze against her. She likes to paint her nails, braid her hair, and wear earrings when they are given the approval by staff.
【 Why are you at Spring Hill 】
Ultimately the unexpected death of her mother, but this event caused her extreme Agoraphobia.
【 Residency 】
Eva has been a resident for a little over five months.
【 Negative Effects 】
Though the medicines provided have apparently helped Eva overcome some of her guided tasks such as going outside for extended periods of time; the young woman has noticed she has been having spouts of insomnia due to the fact that her skin feels like there is something slithering underneath. They tell her it's just getting readjusted to the sun. Brittle nails, and mild hair loss. All just side effects.
【 Positive Effects 】
Have you ever noticed that the number of ceiling tiles in the women's bathroom on the first floor do not match the tiles on the second floor? Have you noticed that Heather takes exactly thirty two steps to get from the front desk to the back door? When you're awake for a long time you remember these things, or so what Eva tells herself. It seems that she even finds these things when she sleeps, recalling numbers. Everything has so many numbers. What does the number twelve mean?
【 Personality 】
Never quick to lose her temper, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things in her head. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly. Tends to be overly curious, though doesn't always act on these curiosities due to be fairly meek and easy to manipulate.
【 Biography 】
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was six years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think critically. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud boisterous laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps."
Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, Did you have a good time at school today? Perhaps. Do you want ice cream for dessert? Perhaps. Did the murder of your mother change you?
Perhaps.
Eva was Twenty One at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her community college issued homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallway. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.
Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown at the time, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind and committed an action that no one could really explain.
She grabbed her small mother under her armpits and hoisted her up the flights of stairs, her head hitting every step until she was brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young woman climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.
It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home a couple days after investigation. She had been at the wrong place at the wrong time was all. Eva urged the police that she would be just fine, and that she would give them a call if she wasn't. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the four walls of the apartment after that. Friends came and went, only getting broken promises or empty excuses. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved once again.
How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?
Spring Hill was not ideal in the first, second or third week, but after getting some help with things Eva found herself feeling a bit more at home there than her apartment. Eva gets along with most of the residents and tries to be encouraging in group sessions. Staff seems to feel like she has improved greatly from when she first arrived.
