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Evelyn checked her reflection in the full length mirror of her hotel room not for the first time that day (sixth to be exact) trying desperately not to wrinkle her nose at her outfit.
In reality it was a very sexy sophisticated outfit: black skinny jeans that clung to her skin like a second skin, calf high stiletto boots, fitted shirt that again clung to assets like it had been made specifically for them, long dark hair loose with even a slight curl and makeup just this side of subtle. She wasn't sure what she was trying to achieve with this outfit, aside from getting noticed.
It just wasn't... her, she was more used to... combat clothing.
The brief was laid out on the bed of her hotel room - she was to join the mansion as the foreign languages teacher and all she could do was hope that she managed to make it convincing. It helped that she was multilingual, it was an essential talent to have in her position.
To be precise Evelyn spoke: French, Russian, German, Italian, Spanish, Chinese and well, English. Granted it was more an Irish take on English, but, still, it was English.
Her superiors had even forwarded on an impressive resume along with a comprehensive list of references along with just the right amount of detail on the form itself.
She breathed, sliding her hands into her hair, recently manicured nails skimming the skin along the back of her neck as she fiddled with it, not used to having it down.
Part of her felt bad about this, but another part, a much larger part knew she had a duty to serve as best she could. Eve took one last look at her reflection before she pulled on a leather jacket, zipping it up until once again another layer of clothing looked as if it had been created especially for her.
Evelyn let herself out of her room and caught the first cab she could to the address she'd noted down, hopefully somebody would be there to meet her.
Page Summary
August 2009
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New Arrival
The Med-Lab; evening [Open]
Consciousness was one of those things that seemed pretty shaky to one Bobby Drake by the time it finally decided to return to him. His arms felt heavy, as did his legs, and there was a throbbing somewhere... he couldn't quite pin down where and a very maddening itch that some part of his brain just knew he couldn't get to, so it was going to make the itching even worse just to spite him. Of course. A Bar, Night, Scott'll kill him for this; Open To Jennifer
The garage was full of motorcycles with keys and helmets. He would have to make sure not to take Logan's bike. The last thing that he wanted was to piss off the Wolverine. Settling on one he was sure wasn't his or Scott's and set to work hotwiring it. It only took a few seconds and before he left, he wrote a note and set it on the chair nearby. Slow Descent [CLOSED]
Narrative Genosha; Night Time [Open]
After dropping Jenn off at a bar, Illyana had gone back to the citadel. She just wasn't in the mood for drinking and bar fights tonight. Her temper would snap and she would probably end up killing someone. That would end up pissing off Magneto and Victor, and that wasn't something she wanted to deal with tonight. The grounds, afternoon; Attn: John
The mansion was nothing but absolute chaos. Ethan could tolerate only so much of it before his head began to feel as though it would explode from all the noise and children running to and fro. He loved kids, really, but the school was far too understaffed. He had been trying to quit smoking before the... well, before, but now he found himself ducking outside more often than not to have a quick cigarette while he tried to maintain a hold on his sanity. Gaia's Flat, Narrative, Wednesday Pre-dawn
Institute grounds, evening, attn Matty
Gaia had gotten back to the school somewhere in the realm of four, but hadn't gone inside yet. It was starting to get dark, but she couldn't bring herself to care too much about the passage of time. |