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Evelyne Krueger

"Cleanse my soul of the demon that rages within."

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a character in “In The Safe Haven”, as played by charlieallen

Description

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Introduction

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【Name:】
Evelyne Devon Krueger

【Age:】
17

【Sex:】
Female

【Theme:】
Demons - Imagine Dragons

"Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound"





Appearance

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【Height:】
5'5"

【Weight:】
125 lb.

【Physique:】
Fit

【Complexion:】
Pale

【Hair color:】
Light blonde

【Eye color:】
Blue

【Handedness:】
Ambidextrous

【Clothing style:】
Casual

【Glasses / Contacts:】
None

【Scars / Deformities:】
Two long scars on her back

【Tattoos / Piercings:】
A tattoo of a raven with its wings spread along her right hip





Personality

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【Intelligence level:】
Above Average

【Mental condition:】
Up to debate

【Emotional condition:】
Distant | Closed off

【Introvert / Extrovert:】
Introvert

【Philosophical / Emotional:】
Emotional


Evelyne is distant towards the people around her, and overly cautious towards strangers no matter how harmless they may seem. She's fidgety and nervous, especially around things she's not comfortable with. Her emotional state always borders on the extreme, be it fear, anger, or happiness. She's flighty and definitely not a fighter. She's submissive to authority and obeys their orders without a second thought. Beneath all her layers of crazy, Evelyne has the innocence and naivety of a child. She's kind and loyal to a fault.




History

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【Date of birth:】
October 23

【Place of birth:】
Effin, Ireland

【Ethnicity:】
50% British 30% Irish 20% German

【Language(s):】
English | Irish

【Sexuality | Relationship status:】
Bisexual | Single




Lifestyle / Interests

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【Nickname:】
Evy

【Hero / Idol:】
Her older brother

【Likes:】
Books | Music | Tea | Ravens | Lilies | White Roses | People-watching | Thunderstorms | Running | Beaches

【Dislikes:】
Closed Spaces | Whips | People | Guns | Herself | Dogs | Being Restricted | Insects | Smell of moss | Sweets

【Strengths:】
Book-smarts | Speed | Fast Learner

【Weaknesses:】
Insecure | Emotional | Physically Weak

【Drugs:】
No

【Alcohol:】
No

【Smoking:】
No





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【Perks: 】
- Create/generate/increase, shape and manipulate all forms of plasma (fire, electricity, solar flares, and light)
- Heat Generation
- Plasma Constructs, including weapons, walls, armor or allies/servants. (*)
- Freezing by producing heat-absorbing plasma. (*)
- Magnetism Manipulation to control plasma. (*)
- Elemental Flight using plasma. (*)
- Plasma Attacks

* - These are some forms of Plasma Manipulation that she can learn, but requires a lot of training to do so. There's a good chance she may never even learn them.

【Limitations: 】
- Cannot create of generate plasma. She needs a power source for her ability to work. Earth also has little plasma, so it's hard for her to find some in the wild.
- Extreme physical and mental exhaustion at even the slightest use of her ability.
- Plasma is uncontrollable and extremely volatile. It's dangerous for both the user of Plasma Manipulation and those around her.
- Magnetic fields can contain plasma and therefore render the ability null.
- The level of control and skill of user = the strength of the plasma.
- Some forms of plasma are radioactive and have been known to cause mutations and disfiguration to those who are exposed to it.






Biography

In the small town of Effin, the Krueger family were well-respected and loved because of their kind and lovely ways. But, behind closed doors, the paternal figure of the household became the demon he so passionately preached against at the altar. His two children suffered beatings and abuse under the guise of religious penitence while their mother prayed madly for God to forgive her sin-filled children. Michael, older and stronger than Evelyne, oftentimes took on all of their father's chaotic rage. Evelyne looked up at him as a savior, as he had always been the one to look out for her.

That was until the fateful day that Evelyne discovered that yes, her body had been taken by the devil. Satan himself must have placed such a horrible curse on her and watched on with glee as an thirteen year old Evelyne electrocuted her brother after an explosion of emotion because of her cynophobia. Her mother found her much later, sobbing over the smoky corpse of the one who stood like a wall between her and the terrors of the world. Her mother was aghast and shunned her, proclaiming that she would have never given birth to such a demonic child. And her father - oh, her father - he struck her with a whip as if doing so hard enough would expel the demons that dwelled inside her. She wished it would have done so, but alas, nothing happened. She still felt that thrum of energy inside her, even after three days of being confined inside a small space only a tad bit bigger than a cupboard. Michael's funeral was a sad event that Evelyne had only been allowed to attend to keep up appearances. After the condolences were exchanged, she once again suffered her father's endless fury. She took it all in silence. It was just, after all.

For three years, she suffered from the same punishments day in and day out that her body grew numb to the slashes on her back and her stomach had been used to the tiny crumbs she would manage to sneak in. For three years, she felt the energy inside her grow, bubbling beneath the surface like a volcano ready to explode. She'd kept her emotions in check, willed her body not to release the power inside her even to the point of physical and mental deterioration. For three years... Until one day. It was the height of the strongest storm Effin had ever experienced. Lightning struck left and right. It was Evelyne's second day inside the box. And her power... Her power was overflowing.

The following day found the Krueger house burned to the ground, two bodies buried in the rubble. In the midst of dawn, as the first lights of her seventeenth birthday peeked over the mountains, Evelyne fled from the only place she had ever known. The Two found her weeks later in the midst of another storm and about ready to destroy yet another town. By some sort of a miracle, they managed to calm her down just before she could do real damage, and asked her to join them in a place called The Safe Haven. Not really having anywhere else to go and prepared to do whatever it took to control the beast inside of her, she agreed.





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Face Claim: Lily Loveless
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So begins...

Evelyne Krueger's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eros Latelde Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Aaron Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust Character Portrait: Evelyne Krueger Character Portrait: Aliya Zypher

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"She wished she could read their thoughts, the thoughts of people from the past. She would prefer it to reading the thoughts of those from the present."
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Life is bullshit.

Well, actually, no. That statement is a little dramatic and cynical. To rephrase it, life is sometimes bullshit. It’s a good thing Ismay was a strong and stubborn believer that from bad things, good things will come in a domino effect. For example, if Ismay never had gone into foster care, being pulled from London to go to America, she would never have met Kayden. If she never had been shoved against a locker by that kid, she would never had run away and founded the Safe Haven with Kayden. If there was no Haven, Ismay wouldn’t met all the people she grew to love. In turn, all of that stuff never would have happened if she hadn’t had been born with her power. She didn’t like her power. It’s not that she necessarily found it as a burden in itself, but more or less the thing that caused the burdens, that caused the hurt people felt. If an opportunity were to ever arise in which she could get rid of it, her ability, she would take it. Reading peoples thoughts, causing killer migraines and walking though people’s dreams wasn’t all it was cracked out to be; It wasn’t at like how those fantasy teen books illustrated it like- then again those where usually fluffed up by romances- but that was besides the point. Ismay honestly had no idea how Edward Cullen didn’t just rip his brain right out of his head, as Ismay wanted to herself after reading the book, with all those thoughts constantly flowing in and out of his own thought stream, or why he didn’t just run away forever to bask in the sunlight in all his glorious sparkle. At least May had the choice to turn it off, to an extent. It was difficult to get people to trust Ismay, fully at least. Often times when people found out about her power, they would be hesitant, constantly seeming like they tip toed around her. May always told them that she didn't snoop in their head, that she could turn it off. She respected peoples privacy, knowing that it was perfectly normal to not want some thing to be shared. She had a secret she didn't like to share, and she wasn't going to disregard that other people would too. No one wants someone who knows all there business. If Ismay were in their place, she probably wouldn't trust herself either. But, just because she didn't like her ability didn't mean the whole world and her life was bullshit.

What was bullshit was the fact that she had only gotten two hours of sleep due to her persistent insomnia, and that she sat in the attic at 5:32 in the bloody morning. Nothing good would come out of that.

It was about five o'clock when Ismay snuck out of her basement room and slugged her way up the stoney steps of the main floor and up the rickety wooden ones into the attic room. Not many of the people in the house came up there often, as the house was filled with rooms more unique and interesting. Basically the attic was just stock piled full of old stuff the previous owners of the now abandoned house had left behind or forgotten. It now acted as an old furniture shop for the residents of the Haven to pick from if they needed anything. May liked coming up there. There was a large window and a chair she had set in front of it. This is where she came to be alone, whenever she got the chance too. Now was one of those times. In her pale and petite hands she held an old photograph, one she though to be from the late 19th century. She found it after rummaging through one of the paint chipped desks pushed against the wall. It was a family portrait. She saw a father dressed up in his suit, with his almost too perfectly groomed mustache. A mother, looking snooty and high class, trying her best to look dignified. There was also a little girl, soft brown ringlets spilling over her shoulders as she wore a frilly dress. They were probably old residents of the home, which in its time was probably as beautiful as any of the renovated mansions out and about the world. She had an odd curiosity about them, as she often did with any piece of history. She wanted to know the details of there lives. What the father did, whether the mother sat in the den at nights and read books. She wanted to know what the little girl was like, whether she grew up to be like her mom, or if she fully embraced the playful glint that lay in her eye. She wanted to know how they died, their tragedies. She wished she could read their thoughts, the thoughts of people from the past. She would prefer it to reading the thoughts of those from the present.

Imsay set the photo down, sinking herself into the cushioned seat more as she averted her green gaze out the tall glass paned window, seeing the sun just start peeking out from behind the mountains. She didn't want to dwell on history. She found it unhelpful. She shouldn't crave to know, or crave to change anything from the past. It hurt too much.

Standing up, trying her best to have that sort of spring in the step that always seemed to be a constant thing in Disney movies, she outstretched her arms and yawned. There was a lot to do today, and she needed a lot of caffeine in order to do them. Making her way down the splintered wood steps that would probably need fixing eventually, she peeked down the hallways in which the majority of the bedrooms lied. All the doors seemed to be shut, so she assumed that everyone was still asleep. It was now around 6:00 A.M. so it wasn't odd at all. Making her way back downstairs to her basement room, she shut her door.

Her room was a little large, and a little bare. She had chosen to take up residence in the basement only because she didn't want to take the risk of sleeping in close proximity to those also in the home. Despite having a fairly good handle on controlling her power, she didn't have as great of defenses when she was sleeping, so she had issues with being pulled into other peoples dreams, and other people being pulled into hers. It was just better for everyone this way. In her room lay a bed with a white canopy draping over it. There was a single dresser with an old record player ontop, a makeshift closet, a chair, and then against the far right wall, a stack of hundreds of records piled high. It was her treasure, and her baby. Ismay had one rule, and that was to not touch it without her permission. There was also a punching bag that hung down from her ceiling that some find odd, but it was one of May's favorite things. Why she didn't just place it in another room however, she doesn't know.

Stripping off her Pajamas, which was really just exerciser shorts and a tattered batman T-shirt she got from one of her past foster brothers, she pulled some clothes out from her drawers and put them on, completing her outfit. She tried to wear something a tad comfy, as she would actually be moving around a lot today. First on her list was to go pick up Simon and Skylar at the airport, the new comers to the house. The clock now read 6:30, and she had to be there in forty five minutes.

Running back up the steps, trying her hardest not to make any noise, she made her way into the ever popular kitchen. Filling the kettle with running water from the tap, she put it on the stove element, heating it up in preparations for her morning tea. This had been the most constant thing in her life. Even when she was fostered, every morning she would have to have tea. She had the feeling that if she didn't, she'd feel completely unbalanced all day, which was probably a ridiculous notion. But, none the less, it was her routine and she was to stick too it. After a few minutes, the metal kettle started to whistle and steam spilled out of the spout. May ran towards it quickly, moving it off the element as she mumbled to herself "Hope that didn't wake any one up," small worry being heard in her soft, british toned voice. Poaring the hot water into her white porcelain mug, she dunked her green tea bag until her clear water turned a soft opaque jade. She really didn't have much time to drink it as casually as one should, so she sucked it all back in the span of a minute and a half. Ismay put the cup down in the sink, saying to herself "Well that was a bloody stupid idea," her tongue and throat feeling as it had been set on fire due to the scalding water. Groaning, she had no time to worry about it, she had to get the the airport. Grabbing a piece of paper from the note pad held up on the fridge by a magnet, she jotted down a quick note, and stuck it on the counter.

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It was obvious. Her hand writing wasn't the best in the world, and it took a keen eye to be able to decipher the light and pretty scribbles. At least one of them in the house was bound to know what it said, and even if they didn't she did mention the night before about her being away in the morning as to pick Simon and Skylar up. If none of them remembered that, well, she had her barley ever used cellphone with her so they could contact her.

Walking out the large wooden oak doors of The Safe Haven, she began her excursion to the ever painful stone steps down the hill. It took a solid ten minutes to get up and down them, the one painful thing that often kept Ismay from gong into the city unless necessary. The one good thing however was that it kept outsiders from wanting to walk the ever trudging steps. As she reached the bottom, she found herself in the common dirt clearing area. In the area, sat a car. Not a nice car, but a working car at least. The exterior red color she found herself hating was slowly turning to rust at the bottom, but the fact that it was a compact vehicle was a god send in Rome. The car was barley ever used. There was market and cafe's and such that was a five minute walk from the point she was at now. It was a walkable distance. The Airport, however, was twenty minutes away, something that she would most defiantly need the car for. With her set of keys, May quickly started the car, and pulled out of the dirt area and onto the un-busy road, heading straight towards the large airport, something she dreaded.

Finally arriving at the airport, she headed towards the parking lot labeled for pick ups. She had to pay a ticket, but it wasn't much at all considering she didn't plan to be there for too long. Ismay mentally braced herself for the amount of people she was about to run into. She could block out thoughts, yes, but not a hundred at a time. It got a little overwhelming for the girl to be in crowds, but she braved through it as she always did, always keeping that one goal in mind.

Entering the airport, she made her way down to where she was to meet Skylar and Simon, sitting down in the ridiculously uncomfortable plastic hairs.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eros Latelde Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Aaron Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust Character Portrait: Evelyne Krueger Character Portrait: Aliya Zypher Character Portrait: Wilhelm Von Faringhsten

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XX“From childhood's hour I have not been.
XXAs others were, I have not seen. As others saw,
XXI could not awaken.
XXMy heart to joy at the same tone.
XXAnd all I loved, I loved alone.”
XX― Edgar Allan Poe

XXiPod Playlist : ImageBabylonImage
XXClothing : Pajamas

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Waking up to Britney Spears was rather peculiar to the blonde girl. Especially Toxic - a song that she wasn't even aware she had on her iPod. Secretly, she didn't mind the notorious old school pop star, but she wasn't in the mood for such things. With heavy lidded eyes she searched the cold wooden floor for the blasting music. Her fingers finally touched the thing and turned the volume off. Normally, she wasn't up this early. If she could - she'd sleep till noon. She wondered to herself how the hell her iPod turned on. She must have accidentally turned on the alarm. The mirror behind her revealed her messy hair and tired eyes. By the door of her room, were her slippers. Then with enough concentration, they were now longer by the door, but next to her bed.

Being at Haven she had a safe environment to practice these things. To be a "freak" with other people. Freak was a word that constantly circulated in her head. She knew she wasn't normal - god was she far from normalcy - but here, she was as normal as she could be. She was with people like her. And that reassured her, and kept her from running away, once again. It wasn't a bad place in all honestly. Four months ago - going into the situation, she expected hell. This was far from it. She had her own room in a beautiful house, with people that weren't total assholes. Life was good.

She'd been there longer than some, and every time a new person entered the house - she wondered how many people had powers out in the world, and how many were hiding from the world. How many people were like her? The world was truly full of mysteries. She wouldn't be surprised if she learned unicorns and vampires were real. Though if those were real, she would be disappointed she wasn't born a fairy. Ah well.

Lazily she sat up in bed, the large white comforter pooling at the end of the soft mattress. Slipping on the slippers, she walked out of her room to the kitchen still in her pajamas. Aliya loved the house. The history, the stone, all of it was amazing. Cooking was a passion, so in the kitchen she spent a lot of her time. The fridge and pantry was fully stocked from a large grocery run, so she took the opportunity before someone came and ate all of it. An egg sandwich sounded the best to the girl, so, she began her culinary adventure.

Pulling things out of the fridge, she noticed a messy note, informing them of some event. Honestly - she couldn't read it. All she could tell was something was crossed out with "dumb" and "dumber". Shaking her head she proceeded with her task. She didn't know whether or not to take the note down. She thought about it while whisking eggs - but decided against it. The nice part of being a telekinetic, was that she could multitask. That would be too easy however. Whenever she cooked, she liked doing it all manually. It made her feel like an average person.

Sausage patties cooked in the pan with her eyes, biscuits were warmed in the toaster, made slightly crispy. The smell of the food alone made her even hungrier. Never was she so glad that she could cook decently. Minutes passed till her food was done, and she grabbed a plate from the cupboard to place her food on. She placed her pan in the sink to wash afterwards, and went to the living room with her plate. On the couch she saw one of the newer people sitting, and she sat on the opposite side, plate in her lap.
"Morning" she said before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Her eyes went up to look at the wooden pillars in the ceiling.
"How're you liking it here so far?" Aliya asked, trying to make some conversation to fill the silence of the house.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Aaron Johnson Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust Character Portrait: Evelyne Krueger Character Portrait: Aliya Zypher Character Portrait: Wilhelm Von Faringhsten Character Portrait: Kayden Sirrel

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"If no one asked questions, then she'd think they were the ones a bit off the bend."
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The faster they got here, the faster she could leave the airport.

She sat slightly slouched, bent forward clasping both her hands in a tight ball, forcing her pale hands go even whiter. She was concentrating. What she was concentrating on was the crap Italian pop music that hummed like a whisper through the giant echo of everyone’s thoughts and talking. She herself spoke Italian, picking it up in a breeze after moving here. The song babbled on about how much the singer loved a girl, but how it just never seemed to work out for him as she could tell through the whiney words and lack of rhythm. Pop music seemed just immensely universal on that subject.

Someone clearing their throat caught her attention, and she let it blissfully grip her concentration away from the song.

Averting her green gaze over to the two looming, fatigued looking figures, she stood up, and gave a small smile. “Ah, Skylar and Simon?” She asked, yet already knowing the answer. “I’m Ismay Wolfe, but uh I know how bloody horrible that flight is from experience, so I’ll talk in the car on the way to the house,” she said with a small laugh. It was true, long flights never were good, but for her she especially tried to avoid being trapped thousands or so feet in the air in a metal container with well over a hundred people in it. Crowds were enough for her, crowds in planes was about as worse as she could handle but only if she absolutely had to.

Ismay, with Simon and Skylar trailing behind her, slipped by groups of people, most often of them huddled together, bags tipped over, reminiscing with their fellow family members or friends who got back from trips or work. She smiled at a few people who made eye contact that passed by her, trying her best to be a bit polite over her increasing headache. Exiting through one of the many doors, the one closest to the car, she felt relief literally wash through her like a chill through her spine as the fresh warm air washed over her and the buzzing in her head ceased like a phone cut from its wire. Walking towards the red rusted car, she said to Simon and Skylar “It’s kind of a junker, but she works. We don’t user her a lot, there’s a little market area that a fifteen minute walk away from the house so we just go there usually.” Yes, she referred to the car as a she. Yes, the car had a name, Delilah. Ismay had named it when she had first gotten it, having a habit of doing so with some of her more special inanimate objects. Like her record player. His name’s Leon.

Opening up the rasping door to the driver’s seat, she struggled to shut it, slamming it as hard as she could. When she first got the car, it had actually swung open once while she was driving from lack-of-forcedness when she shut it. She didn’t want to have to go through it again. Starting the car as the other two got in, she left the lot as soon as she could.

Traveling down the road, one could hear the clinking of the car, the quiet song on the radio that played and the honking of impatient cars on the road. “I guess I should fore warn you on the others in the house,” May supposed as she pulled up to a red light. “First, there’s Aliya, she’s seventeen. She has telekinesis, so just the basics with that, lifting up stuff, pushing and pulling, she can crush stuff or make thing explode, which is actually kinda cool to watch.” She smiled, moving forward with the car as the new green light signaled it. “Then there’s Aaron, eighteen. Bit of a smartass, but you love him anyway. He has plant manipulation, which in its scientific term, if you could really call any of this scientific, is Chlorokinesis. There’s Evelyne, Seventeen, bit of an introvert, so don’t worry if she doesn’t exactly warm up right away. She’s has plasma manipulation, which deals with a bit. She can manipulate the elements, create sorts of armors and stuff. Just a lot.” The ride was only a short while longer, around five minutes. She never liked having to explain once they reached the steps it was a ten minute venture up the flight. “Lastly, there’s Wilhelm. Also seventeen, long bloody history which he might get around to telling you guys. He has flame manipulation, but we try to not piss him off as much as we can, or else stuff will just go up in flame.”

Pulling up into the little dirt area near the stairs, she shut off the over rumbling car, and pushed open the door with a little more vigour then one would seem fit. It was either that, or stay trapped in there. As the two climbed out, she gave a slight apologetic look as she said “Unfortunately, these steps take a good couple of minutes to get up at.” Starting to go up, she gave her little closing statement of the powers bit. “You guys know Kayden, who had slight communication with you. I’ll have him explain his power, just because he does it better then I. As for me, I’ll explain mine at the same time considering people often like to ask questions.” If no one asked questions, then she'd think they were the ones a bit off the bend.

After about nine minutes, they stood at the large door, Ismay knocking on it before opening up and walking into the large, stony sitting room that greeted everyone at the start. “Anyone up?” She called out, before muttering to the two “I’m going to find someone”, before walking into the kitchen, most often of times finding people in there. Nope. Instead, she was greeted with an edited version of her note hanging on the kitchen. Thanks to her photographic memory, she could pinpoint exactly whose writing it was. She gave a sarcastic “Haha,” Then proceeded to rip the note in two before throwing it away, going on to then grabbing a sticky note and scribble the words, 'Dumbest,' on it.

She heard voices in the living room.

Making her way back to the front entrance, she slipped through the arched doorway to the living room, finding Aliya, Wilhelm, and Aaron. Smiling, she walked behind Aaron, and patted him on the back, pressing the siticky note there. “Ah, you’re jokes are becoming funnier. There up to a fifth graders level now.” She scolded half-jokingly as he often did with him. “So, everyone, this is Simon and Skylar.” God, she sounded like an elementary school teacher, how horrid. Turing to the Faust siblings, she said “I’m just going down to my room, but I’ll show you guys around in a second and to your rooms. Maybe then Kayden or Evelyne will be up.”

Going down the stairs, she huffed out a long breath, opening up her door and shutting it promptly behind her. She slipped off her jacket and threw it on the edge of her fully white, almost cloud like bed. Ismay didn’t really enjoy talking like an authority figure of some sort, but at this moment it was kind of hard not to when bringing to people in the house. Most often of times, she was just like the rest, just wandering around regularly. The only difference was, she was the one who went to run errands mostly, not because she necessarily wanted. Taking a moment to herself, she opened up one of her drawers and pulled out a small red container, labeled 'Tylenol'. This little white pill that she swallowed was a god send from the angels to May. She would marry it if she could. It probably wasn’t great she as so attached to it, but then you had killer headaches most of the time, it become a coping dependency that she would need, and right now, after being in a crowd and having that same reminiscent and incessant headache, she needed it.