Evangeline Sage

backtagging: sure!
threadhopping: ask first
fourthwalling: no thanks
physical affection: that's evie's love language. if she knows you, please hug her. she's for it.
physical injury: after plotting, yes. I might handwave it after discusion.
death: see above re: physical injury.

shipping/smut: 25+ only. evie is 25 years old in her canon so I'd love a guy close to her age. as for smut, i really love morning after stuff. writing out actual smut isn't my favorite thing.

It was probably not her smartest move, inviting a guy she'd literally just met hours before over to watch a movie, but Evie tended to trust her gut and it was very rare that it was wrong. Pietro had been amusing and easy to talk to from the start, especially when discussing the finer points of early slasher films and why teenagers bring their demise on themselves, and she wanted more time with him.

That in itself was pretty rare. As outgoing as Evie was, she liked her solitude. Just her and her red heeler, Gremlin, enjoying life in the small one bedroom house she was renting.

But Pietro...she easily saw herself spending more time with him.

So now, she was waiting on the porch of her house for two things:

One: The mess of chinese food she'd ordered and

Two: Pietro himself.

She had Gremlin beside her, the three year old red heeler glancing up at Evie, fully aware of the strangeness in Evie's behavior and very curious as to why Evie smelled nervous.

At the sound of a strange voice calling Evie's name, both Evie and Gremlin looked up and for once? Gremlin was wagging her tail. It might have been the shift in Evie's demeanor, from anxious to happy, that has Gremlin in a good mood.

Even Evie's noticed.

"She's usually not a fan of strangers," Evie says, both amused and...well, acting as a sort of heads up. But then Pietro gets Evie's best grin as she heads down the steps to greet him.

Evie was no stranger to bad luck and shitty circumstances, especially given the last six years of her life.

At eighteen, her father fell ill. Soon after (insanely soon after, if she thinks about it, which she refuses to), her mother divorced her dad and gained full custody of her sister, Lyssa. Her father was too ill to take her in and Evie, at the time, was living in the dorms at MIT. Not a place for a thirteen year old girl.

Evie moved back home to study and be closer to her dad to take care of him, put herself through university as she helped her father with his medical bills (And boy, were those insane).

And shortly after graduating, her father passed away. Just after she got a job working at Blume. Within a year of that, however, she was fired for asking too many questions and finding a job in her field had been damn difficult.

So now, she had three of them. A part time receptionist at a used car dealership, a bartender at a strip club and once or twice a week, an online tutor for people who want to learn computer programming.

She was lucky her uncle let her live over her fathers old butcher shop, as she'd lived the past couple years. But the rent was a bit much and, coupled with her fathers medical bills that she was still paying off, she was struggling a little more than she'd like to admit.

On her way home from the strip club, after a fairly slow night, it was the droplets of blood on the sidewalk that caught her attention. She was no stranger to blood. Between her own clumsiness, and growing up in a butcher shop, she really didn't flinch at it. No squeamish reaction, no panic. Just looking at it with a passing glance. But her curiosity, as always, was about to get her in trouble. The blood led into an alley, where she was sure she saw something moving in the shadows. At first, she was going to pass it off as an animal, until she heard a groan. It sounded human. Autotuned, or something, but definitely human.

She steps into the alley for a closer look, vaguely aware of shouts from down the road. She didn't think anything of it, until a pair of arms shot out of the shadows and pulled her close, one hand clamping over her mouth, and the feeling of several spiky things digging into her back.

Someone tells her to be quiet, but she interrupts that with a quick jab of her elbow to who-evers chest. She goes to speak, even with the hand over her mouth, but several people run by. Dressed in incredibly recognizable Auntie Shue Boys attire, followed swiftly by a Prime Eight member or two and Evie, smartly, decides to keep her mouth shut.

When she's sure it's safe, she grabs the wrist of the hand over her mouth and shoves it away. It was very tempting to bite that hand, but that would make noise and she gets the feeling that noise right now would be a terrible idea.