The rather familiar sound of fingers typing away on an old keyboard is all that filled the otherwise quiet air of her room that night . . . something that was no different from any other night of her life. The dim lighting from her computer monitor reflected off her glasses, whiting her eyes out from viewâleaving her looking as nothing more than a creature bearing a nose and a mouth. . . . .it seemed Blanchett Manor was unusually quiet that eve, as opposed to the last few weeks. Noise, noise was something to which she was adjusting.
Yes, commotion was something she was awful used to from the years and years of construction that went on within the walls of the Manor due to its restoration, but, noise being caused by other people, by residents. . . . No, that was not something to which she was accustom yet. People were suppose to amend to things in two weeks, that was what she had read and heard before, it took a fortnight for a human to become used to something. Well, more than two weeks had past, and here she was, still getting irked and irritated by it. Why did other people have to go and be so very noisy? Was it so hard for them to just go and . . . have some respect for the others whom called the Manor their home now?
Yes, she understood that the lot of them were all strangers . . . but really. For the most part, everyone had moved into the Manor within the time span of about three days of each other, back at the beginning of the month. So, acclimation to actually living with people again wasnât something Evande Sterling had been able to undergo at a gradual pace.
And for as much as she was a woman who loved her solitude, the idea of living with five other people, even in a home as big as hers, it wasnât a notion which at all pleased her. Of course, she was more than aware that she couldnât afford to keep up the Manor on her own, not financially, of course though, if she could have been able to, she no way in Hell would have gone and begun to rent rooms out to people she narrowly knew. Evande did imagine though, that while she thought of her tenants as loud and annoying, most ânormalâ folk would see them as quiet and respectful. At least, her grandma probably would have thought as much of them.
Really, the worst they did was walk too loudly. . . .
For the most part, they left Evande alone. They sort of avoided one another and minded their own business, though it wasnât like she really minded or cared about that. If the people living together didnât care to know their housemates, so be it. Those who had gathered to live within the Manor though, were, well, they were all rather odd!
Hmph, no matter whom would have moved in here, I guess that I would still have managed to find something weird about them all. Evande thought to herself, continuing to type away, her eyes moving as more words appeared upon her screen. As more popped up from her typing, she made sure her eyes could keep up with them, and look over them for forming errors. Roleplaying again . . . as if it were a new occurrence though. It was really one of the few things she did, so, to find Evande typing up a post or a new roleplay premise really wasnât anything shocking. Typically as her fingers worked away at the keys of her ancient computer, her mind was musing over other matters. Ranging from rather simple things to complex thoughtsâgoing so far as to delve into her views on death and such matters.
Tonight though, it was going over her housemates, the people she had gone and allowed into Blanchett Manor at the cost of keeping the home after restoring it to its former glory. Given all the time, and money poured into the home, Evande would not let go of it. Even if it meant putting up with people being around her at all times. Evande knew it was at least true though, that she would have found something odd about anyone who would have moved in with her, and still thought of them as annoying in so many respects.
I suppose saying I feel neutral toward them all is the best way I can put it. Was that really the best way for her to go and state things? Given her thought patterns, it probably was. Evande was more or less either just a very passive woman, or she was irritated. Even when allowing herself to dive into the comforts of her manga and anime, the pink-headed woman still looked and acted almost detached at times, apathetic, as if she werenât even getting anything from what she was suppose to love. To the people who had come to live with her in the recent weeks, she must have been something strange to see, how she acted at all times. Silent, stoic, and seemingly on the very cusp of anger at times. . . .
It was easier being that way with others. It kept them from talking to you, the idle chatter didnât happen, and it prevented one from trying to confide in another. No one would share secrets, and as far as Evande figured, it would keep them from trying to share their own problems with herâit kept her from getting involved in things she didnât belong in. And, thatâs how she wanted it! The less problems she got involved with, the damn better it was. All she wanted was peace, simplicity. Just for an ordinary existence with nothing crazy; as far as she was concerned, that wasnât too much to ask out of life. Of all she could do, Evande knew she could only hope that things would stay peaceful enough for her, even with housemates of all sorts.
. . . .no matter how much she hoped for her tranquility to be maintained, deep inside that otaku heart of hers, Evande had a feeling things were already beginning to turn on their head for her. Stuff had just been happening in a manner that was just . . . not quite right. The group which now lived in the confines of the Manor, they seemed so odd, yet at the same time, they almost seemed to mesh together too well. Evande, even being asocial as she was, herself could not deny this one fact. Sheâd very well noticed the strangeness now dwelling in her home, and did her best to keep isolated from it. For someone who wanted normality to remain a constant in her life, itâs easy to understand why it was that she was so leery of things. The people around her now werenât at all normal.
And living in such close confines, Evande had really begun to fear over the last weeks that she would indeed become drawn into the problems and issues of her housemates, and that her peace would be shattered.
A sigh escaped the womanâs lips at that though, and her typing ceased as she blankly looked at the screen before her, not moving for a moment, fingers still hovering over the keys of the worn out old plastic keyboard. âMaybe this is enough for now. . . . I can do more later.â Evande murmured quietly, quickly adjusting her glasses before she moved a hand up to the mouse and saved her work.
Yes, what she had done was enough for the time being. There were other things going on that mattered more than just roleplaying . . . for one, it was about three oâclock in the morning, and she still had yet to eat anything remotely similar to dinner. Other things included her needing to sort out the monthly bills for Blanchett Manor. Sure . . . the things she needed to attend to werenât glamorous, but they were enough to sate Evandeâs want for simplicity.
Not making much of a sound as she moved her mouse up to set her old computer into sleep mode, Evande proceeded to yawn and stretch after doing so, scooting herself away from her desk as she got to her feet. The woman turned on her heel, deciding that she would first go eat something, and then maybe allow herself to work on other things. It was three oâclock in the morningâit was probably pretty safe for her to head out to the kitchen now, chances seemed slim for her to run into a housemate at the late hour.
Treading lightly, the woman went ahead and idly crossed into the family room of the Manor from her own dwelling, arms crossed across her diaphragm in a rather lax manner. Truthfully, Evande didnât know if she would run into anyone else at this hour, but she needed to eat something . . . so, she went ahead into the kitchen.