- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- Generally online in the afternoon eastern time
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, mystery, magical, modern,
Evangeline
"Bea it isn't a problem." Evangeline commented with a gentle smile "We have all been down that road, Win is still on it, as much as he hates to admit it." Her eyes flickered over to the boy, whose arms were still desperately attempting to hide his chest. In the dark, Evangeline was relieved that she could not behold the scars upon his arms. Winslow was not as withholding as Evangeline when it came to his damage, but having seen the hurt that was bestowed upon her friend made her nauseated. She glanced down at her stomach, the little, bulging stretch marks greeting her unpleasantly. That's weird. I have been losing weight the last few months. I have to make sure Winslow is fed...even if that means I do not get enough rations. Perhaps that is why my body is rebelling, although Winslow would know more about bodily responses when it comes to such a thing. Yes...I just need to eat more. That's all. Besides...this jerky is soooo fucking good. I never knew how much I loved the food item before now. Her mind snapped back as Bea rambled about oxygen, a smile pulling at Evangeline's lips at the sweet tune of the girl's voice. Never lose your charm and hope, Bea.
"I still forget I am seventeen." Winslow mused lightly, directed in a quiet voice to Evangeline "I feel as if this whole end of the word debacle has added twenty years to my life time. Not in the good way." Evangeline's teeth gently gripped to her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to reply. "It's probably a good thing." Winslow continued "It makes me feel that if I die tomorrow I lived more than my age count says I have." He smiled at her, although it was saddened and almost cold. His brows furrowed and he shook his head "I am so sorry Ev I had no idea what just got into me." Evangeline's breath managed to escape from the clutches of his clenched throat and she leaned over to squeeze her friend's shoulder.
"Don't talk like that. You are not going to die." She wasn't sure if false hope was the appropriate method of keeping Winslow calm, but she knew one thing. She was going to do whatever she could to make sure that he remained safe, and as Bea had come along, she promised herself she would take care of that child as well. Winslow nodded slowly in response at Ev's quiet scolding and a joyful smile took place along his countenance as he ripped open another granola bar and chomped down.
"Man I can't wait till I am not nude." Winslow claimed, louder, as if the conversation he had shared with Evangeline never occurred. "Oh, speak of the devil." His face brightened at the sight of Dean and the clothes bag and he nudged Evangeline's shoulder. "Could you? You are a little more...er, covered than I." He grinned cheekily at her as a blush grew upon her face.
"Fine. Medium shirt good for you?" She asked and he shrugged, nodding slowly in his confirmation. Evangeline slowly got up, glancing down at her nearly exposed torso and hobbled over to the bag of clothes Dean had so graciously fetched for the group. She glanced up at him with a small smile "Thanks. I uh...appreciate this. A lot. In fact I would hug you if I wasn't...uh...indecent." She chuckled sheepishly as she kneeled down and shuffled through what he had brought. She quickly pulled a shirt over her head and smiled in content, then grimaced as she realized she would need to change out of the rest of her clothes. She decided to ignore it for now and scrambled for a shirt for Winslow. "Hey purple boxers!" Evangeline called out to the Japanese American, who she found to be quite the fascinating character "We got some shirts and pants over here." She attempted to hold in any laughter. "Bea uh...let's see...I think this one will fit her." She slung the spare pairs of clothing over her arm.
Inventory
Rifle
Three hospital rags
Needle and String
Unborn Child
Increasing moodiness
Bag of jerky
Granola bar(1)
"Bea it isn't a problem." Evangeline commented with a gentle smile "We have all been down that road, Win is still on it, as much as he hates to admit it." Her eyes flickered over to the boy, whose arms were still desperately attempting to hide his chest. In the dark, Evangeline was relieved that she could not behold the scars upon his arms. Winslow was not as withholding as Evangeline when it came to his damage, but having seen the hurt that was bestowed upon her friend made her nauseated. She glanced down at her stomach, the little, bulging stretch marks greeting her unpleasantly. That's weird. I have been losing weight the last few months. I have to make sure Winslow is fed...even if that means I do not get enough rations. Perhaps that is why my body is rebelling, although Winslow would know more about bodily responses when it comes to such a thing. Yes...I just need to eat more. That's all. Besides...this jerky is soooo fucking good. I never knew how much I loved the food item before now. Her mind snapped back as Bea rambled about oxygen, a smile pulling at Evangeline's lips at the sweet tune of the girl's voice. Never lose your charm and hope, Bea.
"I still forget I am seventeen." Winslow mused lightly, directed in a quiet voice to Evangeline "I feel as if this whole end of the word debacle has added twenty years to my life time. Not in the good way." Evangeline's teeth gently gripped to her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to reply. "It's probably a good thing." Winslow continued "It makes me feel that if I die tomorrow I lived more than my age count says I have." He smiled at her, although it was saddened and almost cold. His brows furrowed and he shook his head "I am so sorry Ev I had no idea what just got into me." Evangeline's breath managed to escape from the clutches of his clenched throat and she leaned over to squeeze her friend's shoulder.
"Don't talk like that. You are not going to die." She wasn't sure if false hope was the appropriate method of keeping Winslow calm, but she knew one thing. She was going to do whatever she could to make sure that he remained safe, and as Bea had come along, she promised herself she would take care of that child as well. Winslow nodded slowly in response at Ev's quiet scolding and a joyful smile took place along his countenance as he ripped open another granola bar and chomped down.
"Man I can't wait till I am not nude." Winslow claimed, louder, as if the conversation he had shared with Evangeline never occurred. "Oh, speak of the devil." His face brightened at the sight of Dean and the clothes bag and he nudged Evangeline's shoulder. "Could you? You are a little more...er, covered than I." He grinned cheekily at her as a blush grew upon her face.
"Fine. Medium shirt good for you?" She asked and he shrugged, nodding slowly in his confirmation. Evangeline slowly got up, glancing down at her nearly exposed torso and hobbled over to the bag of clothes Dean had so graciously fetched for the group. She glanced up at him with a small smile "Thanks. I uh...appreciate this. A lot. In fact I would hug you if I wasn't...uh...indecent." She chuckled sheepishly as she kneeled down and shuffled through what he had brought. She quickly pulled a shirt over her head and smiled in content, then grimaced as she realized she would need to change out of the rest of her clothes. She decided to ignore it for now and scrambled for a shirt for Winslow. "Hey purple boxers!" Evangeline called out to the Japanese American, who she found to be quite the fascinating character "We got some shirts and pants over here." She attempted to hold in any laughter. "Bea uh...let's see...I think this one will fit her." She slung the spare pairs of clothing over her arm.
Inventory
Rifle
Three hospital rags
Needle and String
Unborn Child
Increasing moodiness
Bag of jerky
Granola bar(1)