[b]Evelyn - Dance of the Hemophiliacs and....did that dude just faint? O.o[/b]

Wowzer bowzers...  If there was ever a deeper need for a distraction from Ev losing her cool and gutting this fuckhead with her switchblade (or her claws) then by the six Archlords of Hell, she definitely got it, not one...but two, not uno...but dos, tres if you count the cute sickly girl (Kanat) being snuggled by some fluffy little furry chick (Vic), which for Ev....well... [i][color=ed1c24]Cute girl overload!  Cute girl overload![/color][/i]  That was also counting the bookworm(Lisa), who Ev naturally found a bit attractive, so long as she wasn't a snobby bitch like...did she even have to say?  Ev blushed a little at the thought, a small glow of pink, but hardly noticeable against her charcoal colored complexion.  Then came distraction number two which really got Ev's undivided attention.  Just uh....what the fuck was this guy's deal?  [i][color=ed1c24]Da fuck....?[/color][/i]  Ev....Ev was a bit disturbed no less, her eyes narrowing and her eyebrow raising towards the weirdo flailing around like he was just lit on fire and screeching like some tone deaf, mentally retarded parakeet.  Who the fuck could even move like that?  Let alone DANCE LIKE THAT?!  LET ALONE SING LIKE THAT?!  Already Ev could feel the heat rising within her, a sudden urge just to pounce on the guy....and treat the rest of the hallway to one hell of a gore flick, but she stifled her murderous tendency as distraction number three rolled around...or rather spilled onto his(Leon's) hands with the poor manga kid blacking out and hitting the floor hard.  Did someone say timber?

So with all distractions in account, plus dealing with a douchecake creepypasta wannabe, here was Ev's main thought, [i][color=ed1c24]Why oh fucking why did I not just stay in my room....?[/color][/i]  But relief, short relief once the bastard bid ado and strolled past Evelyn, though with one more putrid gesture to pour salt in the already festering wound.  [color=ed1c24]"Aww what a shame, how unfortunate.  Oh well, bygones are bygones I suppose."[/color]  Rather mockingly she spoke in a fake Southern debutante accent.  [color=ed1c24]"Y'all take care now, good sir.  I look forward to more educated inquiries.  Ta-ta."[/color]  And once he rounded the corner, Ev flipped him off with a sigh of absolute relief, [color=ed1c24]"Asshole.  I was about three seconds away from shiving that fucking dickwad."[/color]  She grumbled to no one in particular sitting beside the bookworm and leaning against the wall with a huff, [color=ed1c24]"I could use a cigarette now....  Emm...don't suppose you got any, do you?"[/color]

But looking at the scene again, she figured that offer would have to wait.  The kid was still passed out cold on the floor and that guy (Leon) was hacking up red like some crazy Silent Hill shit.  Ev sighed again getting to her feet and shaking her head in dismay.  First, she grabbed the small red cloth from the pocket on her flannel.  It was mainly used for cleaning her guitar, but hell, she had six more of them left.  [color=ed1c24]"Here dude.  Wipe your mouth off before someone thinks you're Edward Cullen."[/color]  She said handing Leon the cloth.  Then there was the matter of the mangaka, still knocked out it seemed.  [color=ed1c24]"Hey...hey kid?  Flower boy!  Dude, wake up!"[/color]  Ev leaned over him snapping her fingers and patting his face a little with her hand, inadvertently...reading his mind as well... [i][color=ed1c24]Yup.  He's fucked up...-_-[/color][/i]