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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

While the man filled the glasses, Evelyn reached down into her bag and pulled out her own pack of smokes. She took one out, then tossed the pack onto the counter. She then stood and removed the lighter from her back pocket. The cigarette was put between her lips, then she brought the lighter up and lit it, inhaling. When the man finished, and took a shot of his own, Evelyn copied his motions. She downed one shot, then stuck the cigarette back between her lips.

When the man responded to not having any rooms with a shower available, Evelyn leaned over in her chair, glancing at the board full of keys. She raised an eyebrow, then locked eyes with the man when he turned back around. His statement made her laugh out loud. "Is that so?" She inhaled again and pulled the cigarette from between her lips. Evelyn down the second shot, never breaking eye contact. When she put the glad down, she stood and snatched the key from the man, tucking it inside her back pocket. "That's fine," she replied. "So long as you know that I won't sleep with a man on the first date."

Evelyn motioned to the glasses, grinning. "Lets get a few more." Then a thought suddenly hit her. She leaned over the bar and extended her hand. "Evelyn Sanderson. But you can just call me Evie if you'd like."

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Evelyn raised an eyebrow as the man came in from the back. Quite an attractive man of she had to say so herself. Though, he must have been thinking the same about her, because he was practically eye fucking her. Which, wasn't new to her, by any means. She playfully raised her eye brow again and grinned. She set her arm on the bar and leaned towards him. "That's because I've never been here before," she said sarcastically, then winked to show it was all in good nature.

"And yes,' she began with a chuckle as she sat back down, looking over herself, "I could definitely use a shower. But first, could you be so kind as to set me up with a couple shots of whiskey, please?" She would drink first, then go out and do some shopping, as she did have any clothes on her at the moment. Then she'd get a shower and clean up. "Also, would you happen to have a room with a shower, available? Again, she flashed her playful grin.

Scooby Doo: The Man With The Hex { Angel & BoyMom }

Calla smiled at Maggie, proud that she had actually come up with a good idea. She was just about to say something, when Scooby came running out of the trees, panicking about something. She watched, her brows drawn down in concern, as he raced over to Shaggy, saying that there was a monster following him. When Calla looked back from where he emerged, some guy in a giant bunny costume came out dancing. Calla rolled her eyes and chuckled. She put her hand over her heart, as if it would slow it down. "He actually had me going there for a second," she admitted sheepishly to Maggie.

After a moment, she perked back up and took a long drink from her own, then stood up. "Come on," she ushered Maggie. "Maybe we can get away before anyone really notices." The girl grinned mischeviously and motioned for Maggie to follow. "Come on, hurry up." Calla looked around, making sure no one was really paying attention to them, then grabbed Maggie's hand and ran off, giggling.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Evelyn rubbed her cheek with her palm, the dried blood there itching like mad. She groaned and rolled her eyes, knowing she'd need a long shower to get that shit off. And her clothes? God that would take even longer. That was one thing she hated about her job... the clean up afterwards. Which, some jobs weren't as messy, while others... Christ. It looks like she bathed in blood.

She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and ran her fingers through her hair. Tangles galore. She stepped off of the frigate she hitched a ride in, a d low and behold, as soon as she stepped off, there was a tavern. She smiled like a fat kid who just caught sight of a chocolate. Without hesitation, she walked up to it and went inside. Still, without stopping, she went up to the bar and plopped in a stool, dropping her bag on the floor next to her. "Excuse me," she called out softly, not wanting to bother other patrons.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

"Why don't we play a game of cat and mouse?"

☆ Age:
32

☆ Gender:
Female

☆ Power Descriptions:
No powers

☆ Skills:

•Hand to hand combat
•Can use knives and Daggers as well as an assortment of guns
•Surprisingly, is a decent cook
•Knows first aid

☆ Personality:
Evelyn isn't one of those mercenary types thats always hard and cold as stone. She loves to laugh and have fun, make jokes and is sarcastic as Hell. However, when she's out in the shit, she's more level headed and rational. She hates taking orders from anyone she doesn't trust... And her trust isn't so easily given away.

☆ Biography:
Evelyn was born in Dallas, Texas to Sophie and Dylan Sanderson. Shortly after her birth, they gave her to their drug dealer as payment for their bill. She grew up a pretty normal life unaware that her parents had given her up. She had friends and did good in school. While she was in middle school, she discovered that her ‘parents’ sold drugs. And not just to petty druggies; not all the time, anyways. They sold drugs to bigger fish.

Evelyn kept this secret to herself, and even went so far as to try some of it. That had been a mistake that would actually save her life later. A mistake that would make her better than any of her parents. Evelyn had demolished the house. Afterwards, she had taken one of the many pistols kept in the house and walked down the streets. She never hurt anyone, and got picked up by the police. This was when she found out that her parents, weren't really her parents.

Evelyn got sent to Juvie for several years, an experience that also changed her. Many of the other girls beat her up, and after a while, she got sick of it. She was not going to end up like the people her parents sold drugs to. She was not going to be a victim anymore. That's when she started fighting back. There was even several girls that befriended her and helped her. After the next girl tried to beat Evelyn up, she was sent to the infirmary. Evelyn got punished, yes, but none of the other girls picked on her anymore after that.

After she got out, she lived homeless for several years, when another day changed her life. Evelyn pick pocketed a man (something she did regularly to survive), only to later find out that he had been in the military. Filled with guilt, she immediately returned this wallet and apologized. The man, Roger Williams, bought the girl a decent meal, and they even spoke for for while. She learned that he was retired and was now a mercenary. Evelyn immediately showed interest and tried talking him into letting her be one. He refused, saying that it was no life for a woman.

Eventually, she convinced him, and he took her under his wing. He taught her everything he knew. Hand to hand, knives, a multitude of weapons. By the time she was 27, she was one deadly woman. And although she was a mercenary, she was a mercenary with morals and a conscious.

☆ Likes:
Music, sweets, the smell of gun powder, liquor, dancing, smoking

☆ Dislikes:
Obnoxious people, beer, injustice, bugs that fly

☆ Fears:
Complete darkness, failing, heights

☆ Weaknesses:
The innocent, children, animals (mainly kitty's)

☆ Theme Song:
"No Tears Left to Cry"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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Scooby Doo: The Man With The Hex { Angel & BoyMom }

After settling in at the hotel, everyone had gone their separate ways. What they were all doing, she wasn't sure. As for her and Maggie, they went around asking questions. Asking if anyone had seen anything odd. Which was a silly question to ask around Spooky Island. Everything was odd. The pair had agreed to meet Back at one of the bars. They had discussed their findings, but there really wasn't anything for them to work with. No one had seen or even heard anything. No one except Mondavarius.

Calla sighed and propped her elbow up on the bar, resting her chin in her hand. It was frustrating already. She suddenly heard Shaggy, and perked up a bit. Maybe now she could go and they could talk or- when she looked over, he was with the blonde girl again. It was at that point, Maggie said something to her. Calla slowly looked over at the woman, smiling softly. "Yeah," she replied less than hopeful. "Anyways," Calla began as she seems to perk up a bit. "What's next? We've already asked around, and didn't get much luck there." She was silent for a moment before her eyes lit up.

"I did catch wind of some old abandoned ride. Maybe we can look there?" There was always something spooky about things that had been abandoned, but why a ride? Why not just fix it, Right?

STASIS

"Jesus Christ!" Delilah attempted to press her body further against the wall, but all she managed, was to walk back the way she had just come. Pressed against the wall, her hands open against it, fingers splayed out, she moved backwards. Back towards the elevator. Or what used to be it, anyways. The figure seemed to be able to be faster than she, and was upon her in mere seconds. Delilah whimpered, her heart feeling like it was going to beat from her chest. She shook her head, almost as if she were pleasing without saying anything. And just like that, he was gone.

A soft sob escaped her lips, but she quickly gathered herself. That was, until she heard a groan. It sounded off. Like it were sick. Delilah raised her eyes. Or dead. "Oh my God," she whispered slowly as she watched one of the white sheets fall from a man. A man that was dead on a slab. Only, he wasn't now. He rose from the table, bones popping and snapping with a sickening sound. Then, there was another groan. Followed by more. With each new groan she heard, she saw one more dead person getting up from their tables; sheets falling to the floor as they did. She noticed something then. Their eyes. They all seemed to be staring at her as if she had wronged them in some way.

She then glanced at the door across the room. It wasn't blocked. At least, not directly. Her eyes moved from the corpses, to the door. Back and forth. Could she make It? Could she avoid them in her condition and make it to the door? Delilah held her breath and followed the wall she was on, all around the the room. She maneuvered her way around the counters, snatching up a scalpel as she did. Never did she stop or slow down. She wouldnt even risk looking in their direction. All of her focus was on that door. She had to make it.