We Meet Again [Evony]

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny had never made it back to her dorm that night, nor did she even make it out of bed until eleven, which is normally unheard of for the Brit. It was a weekend, however, and she didn’t have anything that she needed to do for the morning, so she couldn’t exactly complain with how it turned out.

Yet the walk back to her dorm was always a bit dangerous; she had managed to avoid anyone on the co-ed floor and was then making her way down the third floor to her own dorm. As she walked, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to make it look like she hadn’t just crawled out of bed.

Penelope had made it half way down the hall before hearing a door open. She glanced in the direction of the sound, raising her eyebrows as she caught sight of colored hair. Immediately, she felt herself tense up at the sight; "Hello."

[Evony Vasiliev]

The night proved restless like so many before it, the stubborn thoughts keeping Evony awake till the early hours of the morning, and even then her sleep was troubled. The nightmares were becoming more frequent, much to her disdain, and the faces were always the same. Her father was always weeping, her sister a faceless shadow, Sawyer cackling at the top of her lungs, poor Lyra without her hand and Lucy. The Australian was always silent in her dreams, ignoring the thief's pleas to save her from the mental onslaught.

For the most part, the blue haired thief tried to ignore the dream as anything of importance and placed the blame on her own stress. Schoolwork had become her major distraction from the hollow feeling in her stomach and even though it was mundane it relinquished her mind from some of the worry that plagued it.

Waking up dead eyed and sore, the Blue Bird found herself cringing at the sunlight that streamed through the curtains. Today was the day she would look for work. It had taken its time but the desire to earn actual money culminated in the past week till she organised a list of places to check out and apply for.

Slipping on a shirt, skirt and flats the thief left her hair in a messy cerulean bun before grabbing cupcake from the bench. It was going to be a long day and she needed thee energy.

Opening the door of her dorm into the girl's floor Evony wasn't planning on seeing anyone in particular. Whether it was a cruel act of fate or something worse her gaze caught onto the figure of a girl coming out of nowhere.

The sight of the particular metahuman made the thief clench her jaw and stiffen up, a painful jolt of emotion coursing through her veins. Why would she even bother saying hello? Evony stayed by her door and gave the brunette an empty stare, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Hello to you too." She offered curtly, glancing about to see if there was any viable escape route other than her bedroom door.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

It was true; Penny rarely acknowledged anyone in passing, let alone actually start a conversation with them. But this was different. She had only properly spoken to the purple (well…now blue? Would this girl just make up her mind already?) haired girl once before. She needn’t use her ability for the memory to appear in her mind.

…Along with the memories that came after it. The arguing. The mark on Lucy’s shoulder. The fact that Evony knew.

Penny pressed her lips into a hard line as to hide the grin that threatened to play about her lips. Really, she knew she shouldn’t enjoy knowing that, but she couldn’t deny that she absolutely did.

The psychometrist refused to acknowledge the harsh undertone in Evony’s voice. “Heading out?” she asked politely. She was never one for mindless chit chat, but there was no way she could bring herself to pass up this opportunity.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Having gone out of her way to compile a résumé and dress herself up for a day of job hunting, Evony wasn't in the mood to stand around talking, especially with this person. Whilst it was a general rule to be congenial and fun-loving with everyone she met, Penelope's existence was the reason for the nagging voice in the back of the thief's mind and Evony wasn't going to humor her in any sense of the word. She simply wanted to forget the Brit even existed, although that was proving increasingly hard during the night's alone.

Clenching her jaw, the thief felt a sprig of frustration penetrate the mental fatigue. All she had to do was walk away, fight another day and just go about focusing on something meaningful. But alas, the not-so-subtle attempts at hiding a smug grin weren't lost on the porcelain skinned waif and it only spurred her annoyance.

Penelope's dry attempts at small talk forced the thief to click her tongue and bite down hard on her lip. What game was this girl playing? Was she hoping to aggravate the thief and win brownie points with the Australian? As far as Evony was concerned she was fighting a losing battle and lashing out would only make things worse.

"Yes, now in fact." She uttered with a strained breath, brushing a strand of blue off her face before making her way to the door.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penelope wasn't normally one to purposely attempt to irritate a person, but this was no normal situation. It was still very fresh in her mind the day Lucy had approached her about the situation. She had never fully learned what had been said, but the Brit knew well enough that Evony had made Penny out to be something she wasn't. To Lucy. The act could have been detrimental to whatever it was Lucy and herself had.

She wasn't Lucy's girlfriend, but she also wasn't going to give her up.

As Evony clicked her tongue, Penny was unable to stop her lip from twitching upward. Her eyes flicked downward, taking note of the outfit she chose to wear. “You must be going someplace nice, dressing up.” It was the closest thing to a compliment she could offer the girl. In fact, Penelope refused to acknowledge that it even was a compliment. Simply an observation.

“I was just heading back in,” she explained simply, now completely abandoning her plan to hide the smug look that played about her features. “From downstairs.” The co-ed dorms, specifically. She couldn't be too tactless, now could she?

Plus, why bother saying it when she was sure the blue haired girl knew what she meant.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Furrowing her brow, the acrobat could feel the invisible bait being laid out for her. The smug grin, the curt 'compliment' and the uncomfortable atmosphere that seemed to swallow up the entire room were reason enough to avoid the situation, better to escape unscathed than waltz right into a warzone. She knew this was connected to Lucy, there was no other possible explanation and when it came to the Australian, Evony could not help but feel the very best and worst of the emotional spectrum.

As much as the thief loathed the idea of opening that festering wound once more, she was certain her days avoiding the drama were coming to a close.

Confronting her demons, or smug British girls, was never something the Blue Bird looked forward to and when Penelope finally landed the first blow Evony naturally tensed up at the admission.

It shouldn't of come as a surprise and in all honesty it shouldn't of mattered to her either, but it did.

"Well I hope you and her had fun." The thief uttered dryly, doing well to hold her tongue from the deluge of foreign cuss words teetering in the back of her mouth. There was little point to playing dumb, she knew exactly what Penelope meant. "And really, is there any point to me knowing this...because I really couldn't care less." A lie, but one she covered well enough. A thief had to cover their tracks somehow.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

The tension in the hallway managed to spike higher between the two as the conversation continued. It was toxic, yet Penelope refused to let Evony get to get under her skin. There was only one person who could do so, and she was likely sitting at her computer playing games.

Penny's eyebrows rose as she was called out, her expression otherwise didn't falter. There was little need to hide it now that it was out in the open. Yes, she was with Lucy, and she wasn't going to deny it. Yet it seemed like the blue haired girl was going to play the denial card.

Even with the poor attempt at a convincing tone, her lie was quite obvious to the Brit. The way she tensed. The simple fact that Evony seemed to need to point out that she didn't care was a sign within itself. Penelope knew well what the thief had felt for Lucy, and she knew that those feelings weren't going to go away so easily. It had driven her to approach Lucy about it. To make an attempt to ruin whatever it was that Penny and the Australian had. Even if Evony had been telling the truth, Penelope wouldn't have believed it.

“You certainly cared about the mark on her shoulder.”

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evony knew that the further she played this game the harder it would be to get herself out of it, simply acknowledging the fact that Lucy had another person, who could very well be a lot closer than they ever were stung a little. But The thief was growing accustomed to the pain, so much so that she was considering making peace with it before the British girl decided to waltz back in and remind her just why she was so conflicted in the first place.

Penelope was pretty, that much Evony could not deny and Lucy proved that she did, in fact, have some semblance of taste for people. But the smirking wallflower was a still a bitch, a conniving one at that as well.

"What does it matter to you anyway?" She uttered, raising her eyes to leer at the girl in question. If this was some game of intimidation it wasn't exactly the finest display. It all seemed too forced, although Evony could not deny the ugly traces of maliciousness behind girl's words. The mark did ruin a potentially drama-free peace treaty between her and the Australian.

All it did was make the rift between them even bigger.

"She told you didn't she." She said quietly. It was the cold realization that didn't come as any surprise, Penelope seemed to know a lot more about Evony than the other way round.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

It wasn't a game, at least not to Penelope. She was smug, yes, but not because she felt like she won anything. To the Brit, that would assume that Lucy was an object that one could fight for without considering her feelings. No, she was smug because Lucy chose her. They weren't in love. They weren't girlfriends. But it was still something, and that was worth being smug about.

“I just don't make much of liars.” she stated, raising her own eyebrows in response to Evony doing so. Penelope didn't bother to answer Evony's next question, especially as it wasn't stated as a question as it was. There was no point in responding to it. She doubted the blue-haired girl would believe her if she said otherwise.

“I wake up early,” she started, her tone taking almost a casual tone, or, at least as casual as Penelope Blaise ever could be with someone. “Earlier than her.” The corner of her lip tugged further upward. “She doesn't snore.”

Penelope crossed the threshold of the hallway, walking past Evony towards her own dormitory entrance. “Enjoy your day out.” The psychometrist opened the door, and slipped inside without another word.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evony didn't know why she lingered, not truly anyway. Whatever this girl had to say was either something the thief didn't need to hear or already knew and what may have come off as very nasty blows were little more than sour truths the blue haired waif had already accepted. She deconstructed her fantasy a while back, getting rid of everything that would hinder the uncomfortable reality that this all was.

Penelope's jab was met with a blank stare. She'd been called a liar many times before and it was nothing compared to the time Lucy said it, a moment that still burned in her mind.

Unsurprisingly, her question was also met with silence and the theories in her mind began to spill over. There was something she was missing, there always was but she wasn't going to press even further. Penelope was certainly not going to provide her with anything other than passive aggression and British nastiness so the thief held her tongue.

By the time Penelope made her farewells and sauntered off to her own dorm room, Evony was once again left alone in her thoughts. Her brow was furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line, wondering just what to make of everything that just happened.

"What a bitch." She muttered, before shaking her head and scampering off into Vermont.