An Artist at Work (DEMOS)

[Eviea "Evie" Kyrieà Draven]

No cousin in a wheelchair to babysit for a whole three hours! To be honest, Evie was pretty exited to be getting this time to herself. Ever since Adrienne's accident, Evie was almost always glued to her cousins side by the guilt which plagued her. Always helping her cousin out, getting this or that for her, helping her change, helping her in the washroom (the least liked of her new responsibilities) and the new environment gave a little more trouble than it helped. Yes, the wheelchair ramps and elevators were great, but pushing her cousin around, or just walking alongside her, the two cousins almost always found themselves getting lost.

It wasn't that Evie didn't love her cousin, because she did, it was just... Evie was suffocating in the lack of personal space and time on her own to do whatever she liked without having to worry about another. It was hard to deal with, but Evie was managing... Or had been managing... She was doing alright.

It was a slight worry in the back of her head as she wandered through the so-called "enchanted forest" with a sketchbook and some specific tools in hand, that she was enjoying her free time while her cousin was in the infirmary getting checked out by the doctor there once more just a bit too much. She frowned at that thought, the slightest pout on her once blankly neutral face. She was a good cousin, right? Taking care of her cousin as she had been, helping her with things she was no longer capable to do, even moving to an entirely new school just so her cousin wouldn't be alone, she was good! She had done good! She deserved a reward of a little time on her own... right?

But then, in a way, what she was doing now, at this moment was still helping her cousin! They had just gotten to the school less than three days ago, so Evie was exploring the school, getting to know her new surroundings and trying to memorise the layout of the school. And that would be helpful to her cousin for getting around and attempting to prevent the chance of getting lost again. So she was still being a good cousin... right?

Evie shook her head and sat down under a tree on the edge of the forest. Still on school grounds, and entirely easy to spot in today's outfit. Evie was rather purple today. It wasn't as though purple was her favourite color, because that just wasn't true. It was simply that.... Well, Evie had been in a purple mood today.

From head to shoe tip, Evie was entirely steampunk. Feathered tophat and all. What was to some quite an extremity, was adverage for Evie. This was the kind of thing she typically dressed herself in every day, from hair, to makeup, to accesories, to even the most minute detail of her clothing. Always from the highest curl on her head to the shiniest painted and decorated toenail on her feet, Evie's entire outfit, visible and non-visible, matched and carried through with the theme. It wasn't just her own clothing that Evie was almost obsessively accurate and a nit-picker to the finest detail, but she wasn't like this with just the clothes she wore. Design in all it's forms was Evie's calling, what she prided herself in and what she could almost always be found doing. In fact, like right this moment, Evie had opened her sketchbook and retrieved a pencil from the purse with her drawing tools inside because she had a picture in her mind: the perfect bedroom arrangement for her and her cousin's dorm room. All her own and her cousin's belongings were still mostly packed away, but Evie didn't want to do too much until all the furniture and such was in it's proper, perfect place. It would make arranging furniture to match the interior design for the room that much easier. After all, Evie would be the one having to move everything all by herself unless she could manage to talk another into helping. But she figured chances of that were slim since she was so new she hadn't the time to actually meet anyone yet.

The fact that she had to be careful and considerate of the fact that painting the room or putting wallpaper up would take special permission, but as she drew, Evie also had to be considerate of another fact: Her budget to spend things on the room were slim to none. Recalling the one dilemma that never seemed to leave her caused a full frown on her face.This of course, had been why she had participated in gang activity in chicago: she needed cash. Once upon a time, when Evie had been quite young, she had anything she asked for. Now however, now she was as poor as dirt, and that just wasn't going to cut it. Not with her needs. The money earned from the gang activity in chicago had been spent on many parts of the outfit she was currently clad in, as well as most of her belongings awaiting her return back in her dorm room.

A disgusted glare down at her creation. No. It was hideous. It wasn't good enough. Much too plain for her tastes. It wouldn't do, not at all. Evie sneered at the drawing before ripping it out of her book and crumpling it, setting it beside her in hopes that maybe she would remember to pick it up again before she had to leave. She needed cash. That was the biggest problem with her life once again. Her need to design and her family's money earned in a month just weren't enough to coexist! Just as they had never been... Evie needed money, plain and simple. The only question, was how to possibly achieve it? A thousand thoughts and memories trailed through her mind. However, these ideas, they would have worked decently well in chicago. But this wasn't chicago. No, this was Tulsa, jam-packed with hicks, trailer-trash, wanna-be cowboys, and the KKK. Holy fuck, what the hell was Evie doing in this city?! Her thoughts rotated back to her cousin. Right. Well, it didn't change a thing. Evie still needed money and at the moment, she needed a way to get it. Somehow, the idea of a gang to join in a place like this was almost laughable to Evie. Really, a gang, like she had been in. Here? In cowboy-town? Tch, as if.

[Artisodemos]

Nothing could ruin Artisodemos' day, nothing. You could punch him in the face and he wouldn't care. Why? Because his life was starting to look up after losing his first love in Chicago. He was composing music again, he was meeting new friends, and, more importantly, he was composing again! He missed that, it was a wonderful feeling to write your own music. Demos adjusted the strap of his guitar and continued walking through the courtyards. He wished he could carry his harp the entire distance to the forest but...it was heavy and his new, "travel size" harp wouldn't come in until next week. And by travel size, he meant half the size of his original harp, and that isn't a whole lot smaller.

The sixth former adjusted his black vest, making sure the former patch wasn't going to fall off. He wore this vest with his guitar so often he was afraid it would fall off. He put his hands back in his jean pockets and continued walking to the forest. Earlier when he moved here he found a hidden clearing in the forest, perfect for testing his new music without bugging anybody with his odd notes and melodies. He quickly walked past a few Raven Mockers, their eyes following him. The taller one with a tattoo on his chest shoved the other and pointed to a pair of fledglings fighting. One took off in that direction and the other flew off after what Demos thought was a very energetic girl (in all honesty he couldn't tell if she was even there she was gone in a blink of an eye).

Demos sighed and ran his hand over his face, moving his guitar in front of him. He needed to take his mind off of things. His fingers quickly tuned the guitar and he started playing, a quick tune. Bouncy. He chuckled and started dancing a bit, having fun with the tune. He was inspired by the girl he saw earlier. Bouncy and happy. He started humming and singing nonsense.

See? Nobody could bring him down! He heard a few fledglings laughing at him in a corner but he just played louder and continued to retreat back into his little corner of insanity, or fun. You be the judge.

He did, however, notice a lot of purple sitting outside the forest. He continued to play as he got closer, the tune becoming one of curiosity. As he continued to get closer the tune suddenly became kind of, excited. Well, not totally ecstatic but he was happy. He quickly moved his guitar out of the way and jogged over. "Evie? No, no it can't be one of the most beautiful and stylish girls all the way from Chicago, Illinois." He laughed a bit and stood next to her, careful not to step on her pencils and papers. "Goddess what are you doing here?" He put his guitar back behind his back and sat down across from her, making sure not to scratch his guitar.

Outfit: Click
Muse: Pretty good
Comments: I kinda had Angelo and a little energetic bunny make an appearance, hope ya don't mind XD

[Eviea "Evie" Kyrieà Draven]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 13px solid #FFFFFF; margin: -250px 0px 0px 70px; width: 450px; z-index: 1; position: relative; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 3px 5px #888; -moz-box-shadow: 0 3px 5px #888, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 10px 10px 10px 60px; background: #e8e5ff url(http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/8611/bgcircles.png); border: 1px dotted #ccbdcf;] it's a theif in the night to come and grab you IT CAN CREEP UP INSIDE YOU AND CONSUME YOU A disease of the mind it can control you. It's too close for comfort! Why she was having such trouble attempting to design her dorm room, Evie supposed, was that she couldn't settle on a theme. She wanted classy and elegant like her tastes, and at the same time, she wanted graffiti and grunge hip-hop/pop/RMB/rap themed, like the life she had taken on. But elegant and classy didn't go with graffiti, and that's what was giving her most of the trouble. On top of that, Evie had to take her cousin's preferences into heart as well. There was just no common ground to be found here. Despite the fact that there was no common ground to be found, Evie was trying anyways. She had re-drawn the basic shape of the room for the 5th time before she decided she was finally getting somewhere. She decided she wanted the walls a dark-washed grey brick design of wallpaper if she could have it, and she damn-well wanted it at that. For the light fixture, Evie would settle for nothing less than an elegant chandelier, small-medium sized, nothing too big or too long, but intricately classy-looking. Whether she wanted it crystal or some other color, she hadn't decided yet, but moving on... With the chandelier as her centerpiece, she wanted 4 long strips of cloth hanging from that, each of the four cloth pieces would trail out from the chandelier to one of the four corners of the room, which from there they would fall along the length of the walls to brush the floor, which she couldn't decide if she wanted a warm and fuzzy carpet of some sort or an elegantly classy hard-wood of some kind. There would be either gold or silver loops of sorts to keep the cloth along the ceiling and corners of the walls instead of hanging atrociously from the ceiling. The frames on the windows and doors and along the bottoms and tops of the walls would all be the same color of the hooks. The ceiling, she wanted either purely white or purely black with an elegant swirling design stretching across it in either the same silver or gold that accented the rest of the room. The door and window would be painted to match the base color chosen for the ceiling and the carpet(if she decided on carpet) along with the cloth along the walls and ceiling and the chandelier. One large graffiti design would be painted on each wall across from each other, on the two walls between the wall with the window and the wall with the door across from it. The color used for the graffiti would have to match the colors used in the room of course. Evie sighed, sticking the back end of the pencil to her mouth and chewing lightly on it. She still had to account for furniture, and then there was the tiny little closet of a bathroom to design. Not to mention the issue of the fact that the closet given was NOT enough room for her clothes. She let her head fall back to hit against the tree behind her, supporting her upright. Some days, her talent just wasn't worth the trouble. Removing the pencil from her mouth and placing it back to the paper, Evie continued to work away at designing her bedroom when she started to hear music in the distance, scratching at her concentration. She tried to ignore it for the first little while, and luckily, as soon as it got too much for her to ignore, just before she lifted her head to yell, it stopped. This confused Evie, but she brushed it off as unimportant and returned to her work, however it wasn't even a minute later that a familiar voice broke Evie's concentration. "Evie? No, no it can't be one of the most beautiful and stylish girls all the way from Chicago, Illinois." At these words, Evie's eyes widened and attention was quickly ripped from her latest project to someone she hadn't seen in some time. “Demos?” She asked in a shocked and surprised tone as she lifted her head away from her work with a curious gaze. Seeing the assumption to be true, a grin split over Evie's face and she returned Aristodemos' so flattering greeting with one to match. “Well, if it isn't Chicago's musical prodigy and my favorite drama nerd?” She said with a laugh. “I missed your so flattering compliments, I think my self-esteem dropped a few notches without you around.” Evie joked, she had known his Jenni somewhat, back at Chicago. Not to the extent that she had hung out with either her or Demos outside the classroom, since her girls near demanded she stay with them at those times, but she had liked both decently well. Jenni's death had been upsetting and Evie had always felt pity for Demos after it. Bad things always did seem to happen to good people more often then they happened to bad people. "Goddess what are you doing here?" and at that Evie sighed. Closing her sketchbook and putting away her tools back into her purse, when she had cleaned up after herself, she turned back to her fellow chicago-ite and answered the question. “Rie, Adrienne? My cousin. She's in a wheelchair now and Tulsa was the closest House that had wheelchair accessibilities. I came with to help her adjust and with whatever she can't do.” Evie said with a shrug. Making it seem as if it were an average coincidence, something to be shrugged off and nothing for anyone to make a big deal out of. It was still eating away at Evie's soul that her cousin being in a wheelchair now was all her fault. She had to make it up to her cousin and she never would. But she still had to try so she could keep the guilt from eating her alive. And then a thought occurred to Evie. Well, what about Demos? It wasn't hard to guess. Jenni's death was probably the main reason, not that Evie could blame him for it. Though, due to the fact that she wasn't positive of this, it didn't hurt to ask. “Le'me guess, came to Tulsa for a change in scenery? Mrs. Stone told me a bunch of Chicago students transferred here lately, pretty sure she's 'roun' here now too, her and her brat.” She informed before glancing around the grassy areas she could see from where she sat, half expecting to see Chicago's former school psychiatrist and the archery professor's adorable little brat running around with Boo, that little kitten of hers. She had said brat lovingly of course, like how some teens used nasty words for each other as endearments. She couldn't for the life of her remember the child's name, but that wasn't such a big deal to her either. In fact, knowing that there were a few chicago-ites running around, Evie was rather interested in finding out who they were. She hadn't been around long enough to find them all just yet, but she found Demos, (or rather, Demos found her) so there was one, now just to find who else. Evie mentally laughed at herself, that sounded as if it were a game to her, and it wasn't really. But there was really no other way to word that thought. Though maybe asking Mrs. Stone herself was a better idea instead of just wandering around trying to find familiar faces. That was the logical way to do it, but anyone with a childish mind would deem it too easy. The challenge it possessed seemed fun though... Which had her torn, did she follow her logic or take up the challenge? Such a difficult decision...

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