This is no prank (Evony & Lucy)

[Evony Vasiliev]

This is no Prank

Night had descended above the mountains of Vermont, the heavy obsidian blanket twinkling with stars as the last glimmers of sunlight descended below the horizon. A frigid wind gently whispered throughout Hammel's infrastructure, swift gusts hurling fried leaves and foliage into a midair dance. It was awfully quiet, a slow night if you will. Students and teachers had retired to their private spaces, many hoping to escape the cold and melt into the comforting embrace of their bedrooms. The crisp breeze swept against the north face of the institute, dancing though any open window or crevice it could find. Now whilst many would enjoy the mere comfort of a hot chocolate and a snuggie to keep themselves warm on such a night one girl in particular was having trouble relaxing, her mind creeping into an uncomfortable state of freezing isolation and anxiety.

Evony Vasiliev, the blue haired pixie and troublemaker was curled up into a ball on her bed, shivering not only from the cold but from the gnawing stress. She loathed sleeping alone, especially on cold nights such as this. It was an embarrassing fault, even the whistling winds sent her on edge and it seemed that her troubled mind was going to keep her awake for the rest of the night. Homework was expendable, there was no comfort in reading or writing and she had already had two showers just to rid her petite body of the chill in her bones. Her dormies were off doing their own thing and it would have been a pain to track them down.

"Fucking wind...", she growled under her breath, rubbing her toes against the palms of her dainty hands. She was clothed in an oversized grey sweater and rich purple leggings which clung tightly to her skinny legs, her socks had yet to be found and she was sure to steal someone else's on another 'hunting trip'. Her mind was frazzled, all she wanted was to talk to someone and gain comfort in their fellowship but who would want that now? Half the people in Hammel were either sleeping, studying or fucking and whilst the prospect of watching some peers go at it during the night entertained her it would only heighten the gnawing sense of loneliness within her. Evy had not tasted the joy of another's physical company in a while, and it pained her to admit this...especially since that was all she craved.

There was one girl who she wanted above all, one who plagued her mind like a viciously beautiful disease. Lucy Serrano, that ridiculously attractive alternative chick with the sexy tattoos and face that made the acrobat swoon. Lucy occasionally popped over to annoy Sawyer and it was during these moments of mischief did Evy's infatuation grow. Every little thing about the tattooed troublemaker excited the acrobat, and even though she enjoyed Lucy's company she wasn't entirely sure her feelings were reflected.

Gazing at her mirror Evony sighed, brushing strands of sky blue hair from out of her gaze before looking down at herself. Was she attractive? She wasn't entirely sure, every moment she had she was gazing through the other side of the mirror, stalking and hiding in people's reflections like a ghost. The very thought of gazing at hersel for once posed an uncomfortable existential crisis of sorts. But that was probably from her gnawing anxiety and her lovesick state of mind. "I wonder what she's doing now...?", she asked herself, chewing on her lower lip before dipping her toe in the mirror. She hasn't planned this nor was she particularly sure of whether Lucy would even be in her room...but it was worth a shot. Take her mind of things for a while at least.

Her dainty form dived into the 'Reflection world', her body rippling with the ethereal silver waters that bathed her upon entry. Here she was a spectre, sprinting past the windows into people's living spaces until she found what she was looking for. Lucy's bedroom. The lights were off and the girl had to focus her gaze from the other side of the mirror, art supplies were scattered across the floor and her gaze caught sight of a bra half hidden underneath the bed. Pursing her lips Evy watched and waited for a good five minutes, uncertain of whether she was willing to go through with this. Had it been anyone else, a stranger perhaps, she would have no qualms about entering their room and 'borrowing' their stuff but in this case she was a bit scared.

"Shit...stop being such a pussy...", she murmured to herself, attempting to rub the slightly embarrassed blush out of her cheeks. With one last tentative gaze into the darkened bedroom Evy leaped forward, her skinny body soaring through the air until her bare feet hit the carpet. She gazed around almost frightfully whilst hugging her body tight, she couldn't see Lucy but she could smell her perfume and that was enough to send her hormones racing...but what now?

She didn't exactly know...

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy's room was every bit as extravagant as her personality would lead one to believe. Art supplies sprawled out on the floor as if she used it as a easel. The walls were covered with a mixture of personal drawings, portraits or prints she'd picked up that she fell for instantly. A certain drawing depicted a favourite in-game landscape; Hyrule field at nightfall seemed to run the space of an entire wall, though each piece of it was done on a simple A4 paper sheet, and a few were threatening to fall off at the corners.

Her single bed was a mess; a purple and green checkered patterned blanket had curled itself into a ball, pillows strewn as if thrown wherever they might land on the bed. There was a tank top or two folded into the mix, like she'd changed under the covers. Or pulled them off during sleep.

Then there was her desk; a wooden finished creation with pen lined carved into the surface. Ball point pens sat half empty in a cup on the surface; when she was bored, it was something of a hobby. Her computer was a large desktop built by hand, and a stack of online games sat someone towards it's side. The only other thing of any significance was a small fridge underneath to one side, which was full of Monster cans. An energy drink junkie, of course.

And the wire cage on the bedside table. A black and white animal rested inside-

"Touch my rabbit and I'll end you, Assface. Are we clear?" Lucy's muffled voice called from the other side of the door. She wasn't in her room, no. She was in the common area, suffering it out with some of her roommates. Which one it was didn't matter, but a thread to her bunny rabbit was a threat to her life. As of yet, it wasn't clear what she was doing. But she was caught in an argument with someone. "I don't care how bad you wanna shoot something out of a rocket, or whatever!"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy stayed motionless for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the darkened room. This truly was Lucy's room, it practically had her name written all over it with the multitude of pens, pencils and drawings. It was like waltzing into an artists studio, the confined mess bringing the blue haired girl a level of comfort. Everything was so colourful, so vibrant and raw that her gnawing fear at getting found by her oh-so beautiful crush grew even larger. Her teeth chewed on her peachy lower lip, toes scrunching into the carpet as she slowly shot glances around the room. Lucy surely wasn't one to worry about keeping things in order and this was made all the more obvious with the clothing strewn across her bed.

A rustling noise startled her, a shrill grunting noise breaking the tension and sending the girl reeling backwards. Swivelling on the balls of her feet the blue haired acrobat was met with a most frightening demon, a fluffy black and white rabbit. "Oh..awww", she whispered, letting the adorable little creature wash away the momentary shock. The little thing was a bit fat, but then again that's what made it so cute. Lucy was a rabbit person. Evy scrawled that in her internal notebook and quietly slid forward, bending over as she came eye level with the chubby carrot muncher.

"Aww you're almost as cute as your owner..", Evy cooed, reaching out with her dainty index finger in an attempt to pat the animals through the cage. Mere millimetres from feeling the soft fur she heard a shrill order, one which forced the girl to jump back and stiffen a squeal. It was Lucy's voice. She wasn't in the room and she didn't sound particularly happy. Evy's heart hammered against her chest, her throat tightened as the sound of her crush a voice bled into the atmosphere. Not only had she startled herself from the sheer shock but went so far back that she slipped over. A strained gasp escaped her lips as she fell backwards, the book underneath her feet sending her petite body into the weightless air beneath her.

With a dull thud Evy landed on Lucy's bed, her limbs tensing from the sheer horror of possibly making her presence known. What if Lucy heard her? What would the girl do if she found Evy frozen on her bed? A whole slew of paranoid thoughts racked the acrobat's mind and she scrambled back to her feet, swearing underneath her breath as she did so. Such a pitiful display, Lucy would never like such an embarrassing fool.

"Shit shit shit shit", she muttered, her thumbnails digging into her palms as she frantically looked around, not sure whether she was going to stay and hide or scurry back to her room...

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"No. No, that's not a compromise. You can't ensure safety!" Lucy started again, "Because you're an idiot! That's how I'm fucking sure you-"

And that was when her ears were graced by a thud in her room. She swirled around, staring at the door with narrowed eyes and a sceptical glance. What the hell was that? Something fall over in her room? No, she was too paranoid to believe that was okay. She was searching her brain trying to think of what could have fallen, or caused a noise like that. The only thing she could think of was that the cage may have hit the ground. But...

"We're not done, y'hear me?" She stepped backwards towards her door, curling a hand over the handle and pulling it open. She turned on a heel, entering the room and pausing after a single step. Her eyes went wide. What...

Lucy slowly closed the door behind her, locking it without wasting the time it would take to glance back at her actions. "Um." She started, furrowing her eyebrows and making a point to stay completely still. "What. The actual fuck. Is going on?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy's breath quickened, her throat clenched up as she stayed as still as a gargoyle, her limbs frozen in place as she listened to Lucy's angry voice from the other side of the door. It was no lie that Evy was terrified even more, an angry Lucy? That's like the scariest thing ever. When Australians get angry it's like having a crocodile scream at you and Evy winced as the sound of Lucy's voice ascended several levels into grand frustration. Pity the poor soul arguing with her. The acrobat should have made an escape for it, she should have hurtled through the mirror and sulked by her lonesome back in her room but she couldn't. It was too late.

The door creaked open and in stepped the girl of her dreams; beautiful, fierce and oh-so terrifying at that exact moment. Their gaze met and Evy felt every muscle in her body tighten up, her shallow breaths stopping for a second as a wave of embarrassment swept through her. She was dead? Lucy, in typical fashion went straight to the point, there was no bullshitting with her. Evy was the type to match wits and use her words to escape trouble as easily as she could jump through mirrors but this time...well this time she was lost for words. She didn't want Lucy to hate her and for several seconds the blue haired acrobat remained silent, simply blinking at the gorgeous girl opposite her.

"I-I...I was cold and needed to borrow some socks...", she whimpered, clenching her toes as she felt the weight of Lucy's gaze fall on her. What she really meant to say was I was lonely and really wanted to come by and stay with you and hope you would cuddle me to sleep, too bad the truth was sometimes much more harder to admit than a simple lie. Evony took a step back and cringed, oh she was dead. Lucy was sure to think of her as some weird sexual deviant or something. She didn't even like wearing socks!

"I-I'm sorry...I'll just go...and never be near you ever again...", she whispered the last part under breath, fiddling with the seams of her oversized sweater in an attempt to distract herself. Oh the shame of being caught, what made it worse was that she was found by Lucy! Of all the people it was this girl. Evy had ruined any chance ever with her....

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Mainly, it was just weird to see another soul on her bed. She didn't share with anyone. Not in her time at Hammel, anyway.

It was worse that she didn't answer right away. Lucy just kind of stared at her, sharing the discomfort of the moment. She shouldn't have been surprised that someone winded up in her room; this was a place full of people with crazy powers, right? She'd heard of stuff happening like this, but it'd never actually happened to her. She found herself wondering how the hell she got in anyway? Lucy'd been in the common room at least an hour... So not the front door, then.

"Are you fuckin' serious?" She asked when socks - of all things - were mentioned. She didn't sound angry, really. She sounded amused. She was practically laughing. Lucy looked down after that - could the story make a shred of sense of was she actually wearing socks? Nope. Leggings. Purple ones.

Touché.

Lucy roped her hands into her back pockets and listened as she talked. Something about never coming back. Too bad most of her wanted to figure out why she was actually there in the first place; "How'd-" Lucy started, furrowing her eyebrows and starting again, "What'd you do, break in through the window?" She asked, turning her back to the girl. Well, she hadn't said; get the fuck out, so that was good right? People generally knew when she wanted them out. Not many people actually set foot in her room. Oh, wait! She took the necessary steps towards the cage at the side of her bed and knelt down.

"Oi, Inky~" Lucy cooed - lovingly, if one could believe it - as she neared the rabbit's cage with her finger outstretched through the bars.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy's brow had slowly furled into a rather confused expression, it was almost as if Lucy had no idea who she was. Sure the lights were still off but wouldn't this girl at least remember Sawyer's form mate who broke her nose all those weeks back? Evy didn't want to mention it and she was certain that Lucy wasn't drunk nor high but still...the humiliation and confusion were enough to send the blue haired acrobat's mind on edge. She wasn't sure whether she should just leap back into the mirror and hide in a ditch for the rest of the year or knock Lucy out and pretend this was all a bad dream.

Now she was being questioned, of course she was. Lucy had every right to question the stranger in her own bedroom and Evy blushed when the reasons of how she entered came to being. "I sort of maybe crept through your mirror...". Dammit! Now what was Lucy going to think? That Evy was Bloody Mary come to haunt her? Evy's anxiety grew all the more and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and forget this ever happened. For the first time in a very long time Evy's sharp tongue and quick thinking were all over the place, she could not create a proper excuse nor convey an air of calm in this situation. The whole idea of her being tongue twisted was fucking ridiculous and yet she couldn't do anything about it, which was a fucking shame.

"...Wait...you don't know who I am? I-I'm Evy, you know...the chick who broke her nose..?", admitting to that embarrassing failure all those weeks back seemed to heighten her current embarrassment all the more. But then again, at least Lucy won't think that she was some strange deviant looking for a quick fuck. The diminutive acrobat wasn't entirely sure how to go about explaining herself, it wasn't like she could simply admit to finding this girl to be the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Evy held onto the futile wish that all of this would end soon and she would crawl back to her room with her head in defeat, back to her painful isolation..

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy raised an eyebrow; crept in through the mirror? She had to wonder how she knew where she was going, if she knew where she was going at all. It'd be a pretty harsh coincidence. Or would it? She didn't really know. She made the move to flick the light switch on before venturing out towards the cage at her bedside. Like it needed to be any more creepy in here.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I remember." She replied, turning back and running her fingers through her dark hair. "It's the colour you picked. Kinda hard to miss, y'know? And hard to forget." With that, she turned away again, waiting for the small black and white fluff ball to make it's appearance. She seemed unnaturally patient, given how long she waited. In truth, Lucy was trying to figure out how she felt about some random person dropping into her room. She wasn't used to guests.

"Got your nose fixed, I'm guessing." She started again, turning to the room again and suddenly feeling like she was supposed to clean up.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy's teeth began to chew on her lower lip, a bad habit but one which eased her stress just a little bit more. The lights were switched on and there she stood, her dainty form slightly shivering from the latenight's chill and from her own embarrassment. She should've quipped or something, but her wit to use. But alas, she was frozen with trepidation and infatuation, her shimmering blue eyes never leaving Lucy's form. She was beautiful, so naturally impeccable that it was almost intimidating. Alongside her gruff nature and disregard for social norms Lucy was quite a scoundrel, a gorgeous troublemaker.

Evy felt her cheeks blush when Lucy made reference to her hair. It shouldn't be a surprise of any sort, how many other girls had blue hair in the school? Well at least she recognised Evony, and by her general body language she seemed rather unperturbed with the whole situation. It was a noted fact that Lucy was laid-back but was she really this calm? Evy's brow raised in mute curiosity as her tattooed crush fiddled around with the chubby bunny, wondering just what she was playing at. Was she going to use this against her, blackmail her maybe? It was a possibility but it was a rather exciting prospect, trade verbal barbs with this hottie and see who escapes unscathed.

"Yeah, I did. Could've sued the bitch that put the paint in my room but oh well. Water under a bridge", Evy shrugged, wiggling her nose as she gazed upon the culprit to her injury a few weeks back. Their first meeting, one which actually injured Evy and probably left a very big first impression on Lucy. It was a bitch of an injury but not big enough to permanently scar her, it was certainly a good story though. Maybe this was penance for Lucy 'entering' her room all those weeks back, it was a fairly good excuse, much better than socks.

"Who knows, maybe I'll splash some paint around in here, just to get a feel for the interior y'know", Evy nervously giggled, her hands interlaced behind her back as she pursed her lips. This room was fun, especially the Zelda inspired painting on the wall.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy had been a Hammel student for years - sufficed to say, she'd seen a lot. She was beginning to assume that maybe Evony had just stumbled into the wrong place. Who knew where she wanted to end up? So Lucy was pretty nonchalant about it. If Evony wanted to find the door - or mirror, in her case - she could. She just didn't have people in her room all that often. She didn't know really how else to act when someone was in her space.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Sawyer's a right bitch when she's mad." Or so she'd seen. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seriously been on her friend's bad side. She also couldn't remember the last time she would have cared either way. Lucy cringed through her words; "She gets even in her own way, trust me."

Lucy laughed at her when she mentioned splashing paint around her room. She sat down on her bed, leaning against the nearby wall for comfort. She ran her nails along her left arm, her tattoos coming to life slowly along her skin. "Ah, you wanna trash all my stuff?" She grinned, raising her eyebrows once in curiosity, "I didn't even steal a glance at your room. Somehow that doesn't feel fair, especially since I can't go mirror-diving for my invitation."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Carefully flipping a curious gaze across the room Evony could not help but smirk, she was yet to meet someone as messy as her till that night and the thought was rather amusing. Bits and pieces were strewn across the floor and yet the organised chaos was strangely comforting, made even more so by Lucy's presence. The initial tension had gradually seeped away and the mention of Sawyer brought a wicked smirk onto Evy's lips. Without Sawyer and that fateful prank the blue haired acrobat would not have met Lucy, let alone become smitten by her.

"Well you're always free to pop over, although I should warn you. You ain't getting candy off me so easily next time", Evy winked, running a dainty finger across her fringe as her eyes danced with the swirling tattoo. Instinct told Evy to touch the tattoos, trace her finger against the supple ink washed skin. But no, that would probably freak Lucy out more, breaking into her room was a bit too daring already.

Taking a tentative step towards Lucy's workbench, Evy gave the random drawings and sketches a scrutinising gaze, they were very impressive. It was no lie, Lucy was talented and a possible prospect to ask some tattoo ideas off, on a later date of course. Flicking back towards Lucy, Evy gave her a warm simper. "My my my, aren't you a talented cookie!", she teased, oh-so casually rifling through the selection of artworks. Her slender fingers flipped over the paper, flicking through the designs until a large red 'F' caught her gaze. Curiosity snagged her heart and after a deep sigh Evy procured a maths report, apparently 'Failed' by her beautiful crush.

"Oh...uhh, you're obviously a right brained person", she muttered, gazing at the sad little piece of paper in front of her. It seemed even Lucy had her faults, compassion told the lovestruck acrobat to show some concern for the tattooed princess. "You know...I heard the study groups here are...intriguing", Evy stated, raising a slender brow before swivelling on the balls of her feet to face Lucy. Hopefully she took the bait.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Well, I ain't no mirror diver." Lucy replied with a smirk and a shrug. "But I've got quick hands. Don't need to bargain if I know where it's at." She added, lacing her fingers together and stretching them out as if somehow it helped prove a point. She did notice Evony glancing at her tattoos. Most people did, so she was used to the attention by now. Maybe it was even flattering? She'd remember it though, and bring it up later if need be.

When she saw Evony poking around the desk, she turned her attention elsewhere. To her phone, specifically. The light caught in her brown eyes, capturing her attention briefly.

"Gotta do something to keep yourself busy, right?" She replied, turning it into a question. Though it didn't really need to be answered. "People like t'call it a nuisance, though. At least they do when it's on their wall." At that, she snerked through a quick laugh. Art was something of a rush. It happened when it happened. People really needed to understand that.

She fell away from the wall and onto the bed, sprawling out and holding the phone up above her head as she typed. She glanced away from the device and towards Evony, raising her eyebrows in curiosity. "Intriguing?" Lucy asked, "How's that intriguing? Studying with stupid groups of people?" Wasn't that what they were? She wasn't really sure. She'd never thought about it before. "Whachu lookin' at over there, huh?" Because she had to wonder why she was talking about studying.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy had to stifle a grin, Lucy had an amusing nonchalance to her and for a moment the blue haired troublemaker didn't actually know what to say. She had never been to a study group, let alone a real school up until a few weeks ago arriving to Hammel. Flicking her fringe out of her porcelain face Evy simpered, gnawing on her lower lip before continuing. "Oh well, I always saw those groups as a way to meet good looking people. No luck as of yet unfortunately", she snorted, rolling her eyes. A shrill breeze passed through the window, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What am I looking at? Someone who maybe hasn't studied for maths...", Evy stated, raising a brow as she nodded towards the report. "But I can't really say anything of the matter, my maths is worse than balls", she muttered, sighing ever so slightly before hugging her body tightly. Yeah, she sucked badly at maths...maybe even more so than Lucy. "But you can draw so that's cool, I just dance around in lingerie when no one is looking." Evy stated with a straight face, maintaining eye contact with the admission of her humorous little secret.

A low giggle escaped her lips as she lightly began to shake her hips, oh so sensually. "No, but seriously I'm sure Sawyer's has walked in on that more than once without me knowing. Not that I blame her, I do make quite a ruckus!", Evy sighed, pursing her lips before turning her attention back towards the tattooed girl. "You know, if you do want me gone you can always kick me out. I'm sure you'll want to return to that little debate that was happening before", she shrugged, rubbing tired eyes. Inky made a shrill noise, rustling within its little cage. Maybe it was telling her to stay, who knows...that would have been nice if she could speak rabbit

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Bet that's cause people who go to those groups need help." Lucy replied, pursing her lips at the thought she'd brought up. "No, I mean want help. No one's gonna be fun if they go somewhere with the idea that they're gonna learn. That they wanna learn what's on offer. Nah," She started with a shake of her head, filtering out her fringe with her fingers, "You're looking in the wrong place."

Lucy chuckled aloud at her admission. At least she wasn't about to lie. "Well, Frosta's got a knack for riffling through other people's stuff." She said in her amusement, rolling to the side and staring at the little rabbit as if actually speaking to her. Still, she turned back to catch a glimpse of her hugging herself. Her eyes narrowed a little in curiosity. Of course, her eyes widened again when she started talking again? She compared the skill of drawing to... What?

And now she was moving around... What was she, practicing what she preached? Ugh, colour Lucy confused.

"I bet she had a stare, that Sawyer." Lucy denoted. "Blush coloured cheeks and a quick step outta there." She had to laugh at her own explanation. Seeing Sawyer flustered in any way would be something worth remembering.

The conversation turned then, to something a little more interesting. Lucy had to wonder if she wanted to her to kick her out or something. She looked tired, and cold, Lucy was guessing. "Anyone ever ask you - why blue?" Lucy asked, shifting the conversation with an effortless jump in topic. Most would find it jarring, she found it was easier to say what she was thinking as quickly as it came to her; "Not like - Why would you do that to your hair? But... Why blue?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

"I'm sure Sawyer secretly loved the show." Evy chimed, pursing her lips at the thought of having a possible audience whenever she decided to frolic around in her dorm room. Sawyer was always readily available, maybe there was a chance she could 'interview' her sassy roommate about Lucy, it didn't hurt to try.

The real surprise came when Lucy paid no heed to Evy's invitation to leave. With a cocked eyebrow and an actual look of surprise the blue haired acrobat stayed still for a moment, wondering if Lucy even heard her. Could it be that she was actually wanted? A slight blush crawled across her cheeks and she immediately rubbed her face, an attempt to hide the minor exctiement and reinvigorate her senses. She slowly dropped to the floor, keeping her chin rested on her knees as she stared at Lucy. Might as well get comfortable. "Why blue? Why not blue? My normal hair colour is boring and and I think it helps the pretty people notice me!", she giggled, flicking her hair ever so dramatically.

Looking down at her toes Evy put it in her mental notebook to redo them when she had the time, the pastel coral colour was beginning to chip and fade. One was almost as unlikely to see her without a pedicure as they would her natural hair colour, it just seemed strange. "So how about you, what's up with your look? Going for half grunge half indie or something?", she smiled, cocking her head to the side as she glanced back at the multitude of clothes spread across the room. It was definitely more cozy than her own room, but her digits were beginning to chill. Such a skinny little thing like her had no fat of meat to keep her body warm.

If only I was a rabbit, she thought to herself grinning. Noticing that Lucy's pet looked quite comfortable indeed.