[color=ed1c24][h3][b]E V E L Y N[/b][/h3][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]If we die in a dream, we wake up in reality.  So...if we die in reality...do we wake up in a dream?[/i][/color]

Slumped into the uncomfortable seat of a rickety town bus, packed to the brim with people she was about to slaughter if they stepped on her feet again, a dark haired girl with ghostly white complexion and eyes crimsoned sat in a dismal, empty gaze out the window at the passing countryside.  The city, dirty and dangerous, had faded from her sight a sparse few moments ago, the cracked, filthy pavement spattered with dry blood, the back alleys littered with trash and sordid deeds, the skyscrapers that played witness to many a gruesome and horrid spectacle, they were all but distant memories now to her, Evelyn Nazareth Thorne.

Even as the sun's rays basked and sizzled against her pale complexion, the girl couldn't help but feel no warmth at all piercing her frail skin....skin marred with several cuts, several red and black scars, the grisly results of her melancholy scraping across the fragile flesh in the form of a razor blade or a lit cigarette, the searing...hellish agony giving her some sort of release, some sort of comfort as the blood trickled down her arms and fell from her slender fingertips.  Luckily, said scars would never be seen hidden under the black leather of her [url=http://images.cdn.bigcartel.com/bigcartel/product_images/142008850/max_h-1000+max_w-1000/iansjacketfront_1_finalcrop.jpg]jacket[/url] with a hood she pulled over her head, concealing her face in a sea of black, save for the two glowing red eyes that pierced through the thick mist obscuring her and possibly into the souls of whoever dared to gaze upon her phantasmic figure sitting quiet and austere.  However, much attention she still gained unwanted.  Possibly due to the black shirt she wore under her jacket with thick white grungy lettering announcing, [i]I'M THE DEVIL, AND I'M HERE TO DO THE DEVIL'S WORK[/i].  A quote from her favorite Rob Zombie flick, topped off with a bloody butcher knife.

Merely she ignored the scrutinizing, condescending glances she received from all, pushing past the crowds and shoulder checking a few people carelessly, on her way towards the front and out onto the sidewalk.

 [color=ed1c24]"Hello Viewfront...I'm back."[/color] She muttered to herself in a sigh, an exhale of thin white smoke to follow from the crumpled cigarette clenched between her lips. She really had no cares at all if smoking wasn't allowed is school, nor did she give a shit what anyone would say about it. All Evelyn ever cared for...was herself.

Again late for the opening ceremony, but like she really cared.  She just wanted to find her dorm already, so it was off to the dorm hall, again rudely pushing people aside without remorse.

Room 312, that was where her dorm was. It felt a bit nicer being on the third floor, such a nice view of the school grounds and whatnot, but a sightseeing tour was the least of her intentions. For now, she just wanted to get to her room, lock the door and plug in her amp. "309....310...311..." She trudged down the hallway in her black demonia boots, her prized guitar, the [url=http://www.monsonguitars.com/images/800_Demon_3-2.jpg]The Hymn of Thanatos[/url] nestled safely in a black hardcase crudely plastered with stickers from every band, from Anthrax to Butcher Babies to Dethklok, slung over her shoulders a drab, olive green military duffel bag also adorned with several other stickers and patches from metal bands.

Just by the look of everyone else in the dorm hall as her foreboding presence passed them by, she could tell they knew...

The [color=ed1c24]Mistress of Discord[/color] had returned to wreak her bloody havoc.