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"My turn?" Teon asked, pulling out three knives. "You'll forgive me, this is my first time doing this here." He smiled apologetically. "I'll do the same thing as her." The same three rows popped up. Teon gave them a once-over, then launched the knives. All three flew straight through the barrier and thudded into the wall behind them. "Voila." He grinned at Evelyn.
Suddenly a knife came out of nowhere and pinned your shirt to a tree behind you. "OY! EVELYN! CALM DOWN!" A red bearded guy came over and took out the knife, and glared at her. "No killin' on the grounds, or else Head Mistress will have yer head on a spike. Now see, yer enemy's aim here was at a tilt, not straight through. Also probably freshly sharpened." He sighed and walked over. "So far, Evelyn has the upper hand. Hit the bulls eye both times, but on all 3 he didn't even get close." He picks up one of yours on the grass. "Also Ev' you outta work out more." She huffed as she got her knives handed back and others took turns.
"Well, Evelyn. Do you want a rematch?" Teon asked, watching the other people. "See who can hit three of the bullseyes?" He tossed a knife into the air lazily. "I bet I can do it."
Evelyn eyed you. "Outta save up my talents for tomorrow." She sighed and pulled out a sharpening stone, and began to sharpen one of her knives. Arthur shrugged. "Teon, you're not used to how we do things. Make a bet on anyone here. Friend or foe. I'll sort out the money situation in a bit."
"Hmm." Teon tapped his chin. "Such a difficult decision. Five on Evelyn." Teon grinned at her, then made the rest of his bets. He handed the money to Arthur and frowned. "So, is there going to be a second round?"
(bubbles…?)
(Beep. Sorry) "Of course there will be." He sighed. "Gotta wait till the end of this round! Don't hurt Ev'." He looks around, and suddenly she's gone. "Damn it! Where'd she go?" He looks around, and there I am, looking through the settings of the simulator. "Fuck…EVELYN DON'T TOUCH THAT!" "I'm HELPING SHEESH!" He rolls his eyes and walked away over to me.
"Right." Teon nodded slowly, then sat down at the base of the tree and watched the other people. As he watched, he casually flipped a knife in one hand, always catching it perfectly. He was doing all he could to ignore the fact that he had a mission the next day. He wasn't looking forward to spending who knows how long with Evelyn. She was turning out worse than he remembered.
(EVELYN IS NOT THAT BAD YOU BASTARD! -throws lava on him-) Round after round happened, and you ended up with the most cash, and Evelyn came in third. She was unhappy about that, but headed up to her room nonetheless. The next day, she got dressed and went to breakfast, making sure to put on her supersuit under her clothes. She made sure she had everything packed before heading down, humming as she plopped down at the regular Lower Class table next to you, but ignored you as she made sure to finish setting up her Kicking Ass play list for killing guards and stuff, stuffing her mouth with french toast.
(Heh, Teon sure doesn't think so)
Teon had woken up way earlier than he meant to, but at least he had plenty of time to pack. He even got down to breakfast early, but the lunchroom people still wouldn't let him eat early. Which meant he was stuck sitting with Evelyn, who had chosen to sit next to him, for some reason. He shoved the last bite of fruit into his mouth and checked his watch. 9:00 am. He couldn't remember the exact time they were supposed to be down there, which bothered him. "Hey, Evelyn. What time were we supposed to be down there?" He asked begrudgingly.
"9 am sharp… SHIT!" She gets up,and grabs your hand,and runs off,soon letting go of you. She then clicks her heels together,and out popped roller skates. She then took off again,happy she had sent down her bags early.
Teon followed Evelyn out of the lunchroom, then sprinted to the lockers where he had stashed his stuff. He grabbed his bags, and sprinted to the meeting place. Which was on the other side of the building. By the time he got there, he was breathing harder than normal. Things were off to a great start.
(listen to Red Light by The Regrettes. It's their love song I swear)
She was already in the "descrete" vehicle. Which was a white van. She was in the back,playing some music and watching the pink musing notes on her black suit light up slowly as she sang. Now. One of the few good qualities of Evelyn,was her voice when soft. As she sang a single tear rolled down her cheek,in touch with her heart, lost in the moment as she tapped her foot to keep beat,and used the synthesizers on her arm for added affect.
(Yeah, it kinda is.)
Teon threw his stuff in the back of the van and hopped in, freezing when he saw Evelyn, sitting there, a tear tracing its way down her cheek as she sang. "Uh… are we still good? With the schedule?" He asked, wanting to tear his eyes away from her, but unable to. He'd never seen her like this. Finally, he dropped his eyes to the ground.
There was no response. Her headphones were on,eyes closed,as her voice went up and then down. As you listened it was a heartbreak. A past lover. 3 years, an engagement,and he left her for her sister. The last verse ended and she crawled away from you all the way to the back of the van, and curled up in a corner, looking out the window, embarrassed to be so volunerable.
"Um." Teon cleared his throat, then sat on the opposite end of the van, bag sitting at his feet. He kept finding himself glancing over at Evelyn, but tore his eyes away every time. It didn't seem right, her being like this. Eventually, he pulled a tattered paperback from his bag and started to read.
She eventually calmed down. "Augh,hate it when the suit calls for a sadness warm up. Oh well. Can't control it." Suddenly two TV's popped down and Head Master gives us a pep and prep talk about the mission. Evelyn listened with little interruption. "Oh,and after this you're on your own. I suggest you take my advice and instructions to heart." She cleared her throat and Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Oh and no killing eachother." This was obviously directed at you. "Now,good luck to the both of you. I hope this turns out well." And up the TV's went.
"What? Why am I always the one people think is going to turn into a crazy murderer?" Teon says, half to himself. "I don't have that look about me." He sighs and opens his book back up.
"Yes you do." Evelyn retorted back with a laugh,happier now,and kept watching out the window.
"Really?" Teon set his book down and looked over at her. "What about me screams "he'll murder you if he gets the chance'?"
"The fact that you hate me. Your eyes. I always notice eyes,yours are dark and mysterious,heavy hooded,like as if your glowering all the time,angry at the world. And you don't smile,you smirk like you're mad, crazy,have a trick or 4 up your sleeve. That's how." She had gotten her face super close to yours,to wear you could feel her breath on your bottom lip,booping your noses together.
"I see." Teon grinned, although as Evelyn had pointed out, the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, my impulse control is pretty good. I probably won't stab you if you get on my nerves." The smile twisted into a smirk. "Probably."
"Hm but see I can stand a stab. It would depend on the knife I used to stab you,of whether it would kill you or not." Her face pressed in even more,and she smiled and pulled away. "Maybe working with ya won't be so bad. Only horrible,instead of miserable."
"I guess. We'll just have to see." He leaned against the wall of the van and closed his book. "I still don't get how we're going to do this. I mean, it seems pretty impossible."