[b]Evelyn - What is this?  Hogwarts?[/b]

When she heard the word spoken from her roomie, Evelyn's eyebrow raised a little, yet she kept her attention more on the game in front of her.  Besides, she was in the middle of fighting a Draugr Deathlord and she forgot to save before she entered the barrow, sooo...yeah.  [color=ed1c24]"Uh...what?"[/color]  Ev asked, a rather suspicious inflection in her voice.  [color=ed1c24]"If I say yes, are you gonna dump holy water on me or throw a bible at my head or maybe just yell at me how I need God and shit?"[/color]  She snorted turning back to her tv and remained affixed to it, not a word after.  True, she didn't really know the religious background of her roommate per say, and then again she didn't look like some hoity toity bible thumper.  Then again, you can never be too sure.  As it turned out to Evelyn's dismay, her level 24 Dunmer wasn't even powerful enough to take on a Deathlord head on, and in just a few minutes, the draugr laid the smackdown on her character and practically raped it, thus ending another wonderful round of Skyrim.  [color=ed1c24]"Ugh!  Balls!"[/color]  Ev groaned tossing her controller aside, not even bothering to play through again.  Turning off her Xbox, she got up and went back to her bed, grabbing her guitar, but deciding to turn her amp down and play a little acoustic riff, something that sounded similar to Black Sabbath's [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nhupbAQMX4]Embryo[/url].

[color=ed1c24]"Well if you must ask-"[/color]  She said over the subtle plucking of her guitar strings.  "[color=ed1c24]No I'm not a witch, and no I'm not gonna cut your heart out and offer it to the Lord of Shadows....maybe....if you stay on my good side."[/color]  A joke, but someone as uptight as well....her roomie, probably wouldn't take it as such.  [color=ed1c24]"And I guess you know by now I ain't the Devil.  I'm much worse....much..much worse."[/color]  She snickered to herself, still playing the same measure before moving into some improvised riffs of her own, her fingers gracefully sliding across the thick gauged strings and the smooth cherry wood of her guitar's fretboard.