* TIME TO BEGIN (EVAN)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it for all the strangeness that had happened since she had died cortney was finding comfort in the little things that were normal, like running. it wasn't exactly the same as before, considering she had a large pair of wings on her back that weren't exactly a boost towards her speed, but at least she could still run. it had taken her some time to even get control of her wings to the point where they would rest idly on her back, not moving or sticking out in any way. if she had super speed maybe her wings would come in handy for slowing her down, but she didn't want to slow down, at least not yet. she had heard that there were still sports at the high school, even with everyone having their oddities. at first she thought that some things could make for an unfair advantage, but apparently things worked out in some way because the sports still happened. if there were major problems then they would have to discontinue them all together. no one liked unfair advantages or cheating, or maybe it was all just done for fun. that would be understandable. she had found the local park and decided to run there. it seemed like a safer bet than attempting to run with her wings on a track surrounded by other people. cortney still didn't trust herself just yet and would feel horrible if she accidentally hurt anyone with her wings. they were powerful enough to allow her to fly after all. with her water bottle strapped to her wrist and her ipod clipped to her running shirt with her headphones plugged in she took off running at first, wondering how fast she could go if she focused on it. hopefully her death hadn't caused her to suddenly be out of shape. her music was loud enough just to be background noise to give her a rhythm to run to while she could still hear what was going on around her. after a few minutes of running she slowed down to a jog and that was when she realized that her water bottle that had been hanging from her wrist was gone. "dang it." she sighed as she stopped to look behind herself. her tunnel vision while running, even for a short amount of time, had prevented her from noticing her water bottle disappearing. hopefully it hadn't gone too far.

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[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 541 Outfit: here Notes I can’t write in his voice! Evan didn't know what he was doing here, but he didn't like it. First of all, he was dead. He was dead and that is not good. That is never good. He had been hoping that his run in with the bus hadn't been fatal. It, in fact, had. He had been hoping that he's wake up in the hospital. Broken bones, bloodied up, but alive. Maybe his parents would be there, because they flew all the way from America, just to see if their son was okay. Maybe his girlfriend of the week would be there. And he'd wake up and be charming and everyone would laugh. When he got out life would resume, and he'd be a little more cautious on the road, turn his music down, and look both ways. But it was too late for all of that. Instead, Evan set some rules for himself. 1. Stop your one girls week policy. 2. Meet people. 3. Figure where you are. 4. Continue to be a flirt. 5. Try to be honest and less fake. 6. Make friends. 7. Explore. He liked the list he came up with, but he could almost guarantee is was going to forget it in the next five minutes. Which is what happened, but within the next few hours, he was able to sign up for a dorm, figure out where he was, and explore a bit. Not bad for the newly dead. Evan decided to spend his time in the park, because, why not? It was a nice day, not too hot for summer, and he was enjoying his time here. Besides, he needed to meet people. And on a day like today, people were bound to be outside. If they weren't they were crazy. When the weather was like this in Germany, everyone would be outside. He would probably be hanging out with his friends, trying to pick up girls. Or maybe he'd be with the girl of the week. Either way, he would be having fun. Which was had he was going to have, as soon as he found someone. He hadn't been walking long when a girl went jogging by. Man, she was gorgeous. At least he thought so anyway. He'd be surprised if she didn't have a boyfriend. He watched her for a while long. He would talk to her. But she seemed to be working out, and he didn't want to bother her. He wasn't that much of a jerk. However, it would have been nice to get a conversation started. He'd just have to find someone else to hang out with or hit on. Evan almost walked away, when the perfect opportunity appeared. If there were gods here, they had been listening to him. Her water bottle had fallen. He strolled over to pick it up. When he glanced up the girl had stopped in her tracks. She probably noticed it was gone. He walked up to her, and tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me miss," he started with a smile on his face, "I believe you dropped this," he presented the watcher bottle to her, one hand behind his back, bending over as if he were bowing. He grinned up at her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it for a moment cortney began to worry that it could have flown off the path that she was running on, just because of her speed and momentum. then she would have to go on an even bigger search to find it. the worst thing that could have happened would have been that it had flown off her wrist and hit someone. now that would have been absolutely terrible. she began to feel guilty just at the thought but it disappeared when she felt a tap on her shoulder. there was her water bottle being presented to her in the hand of a nice stranger, who almost looked to be presenting himself as a servant because of his bow. "i did, thank you." she replied as she took the water bottle from his hand with a grin, "i hope it didn't hit you or anything like that. i just noticed it was gone, i guess that means that the strap is more flimsy then i thought it was." she laughed a little when she realized he was still bowing a bit but returning her grin. "you know you look like a gentleman with that pose, almost as if you're going to put your jacket on the ground over a puddle or something like that." he had manners, that much she knew about the kind stranger, and it was appreciated. it didn't seem possible to her that the water bottle had hit him because if it had he wouldn't have been acting so nice about returning it to her. in fact he probably wouldn't have returned it to her at all. "i'm cortney by the way." she offered, "i thought i'd be safer going for a jog in the park because i couldn't hurt anyone with my wings and instead i now have to worry about a silly water bottle doing that job." she noticed that the stranger didn't seem to have anything odd about him, meaning wings or fangs or a tail. there were supposed to be unseen powers of some sort, or at least that was what she had heard.

thanks tofu @ baf !

[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 421 Outfit: here Notes oh evan "I did, thank you," she said as she took the water bottle from him. "You're very welcome," he said with a smile and a nod. "I hope it didn't hit you or anything like that. I just noticed it was gone. I guess this means that the strap is more flimsy than I thought it was." she said. Evan smiled. He liked this girl. "Ah yes, well, it didn't hit me, no need to worry." He wondered how he could have reacted if he had been hit. "You know you look like a gentleman with that pose, almost as if you're going to put your jacket on the ground over a puddle or something like that." Evan laughed. He stood up straight now, stopping his act. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment; I do try to be a gentleman." he told her. And it was true. Evan always tried to be a gentleman… When it came to getting girls. It was probably the most effective way. Girls usually wanted someone who was polite but just the right amount of fake kindness. Being a gentleman helped with things like starting a conversation, or getting the girl to like you. It was charming. One of his better qualities. Evan pushed those thoughts out of this mind. He told himself that he was going to be better. That he wasn't going to be that guy anymore. And he was trying. But old habits die hard. And it wasn't like all of it was fake - sometimes he was being genuinely nice. And originally, he was a nice guy. But apparently girls didn't like that. So he tried not to show his romantic, writer side of him, and instead gave girls what they wanted. A kind, polite gentleman, who was good-looking and refined. One way or another, girls always ended up liking him. "I'm Cortney by the way. I thought I'd be safer going for a jog in the park because I couldn't hurt anyone with my wings, and instead I now have to worry about a silly water bottle doing that job." Cotney said. Evan smiled and laughed a bit. "Cortney," he repeated, "That's a very pretty name. I'm Evan." he offered a smile. "Those are some wings you've got there," he motioned towards the white feathers, "I'm a ghost. A bit easier than being an angel, I think." he grinned. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it "i'm glad it didn't hit you." she said with a sigh of relief. maybe she was one of the few people in the world, or this place, that wouldn't have freaked out about a water bottle hitting them. then again she did take a lot of hits while alive. she mentally chided herself to get rid of the thought before smiling as he said that he tried to be a gentleman. that was a good trait, not necessarily being a gentleman although it was appreciated, but just trying. "why thank you." she said to the compliment, "it's nice to meet you evan." her mind started running when he mentioned being a ghost. it almost seemed silly because they all should have been considered ghosts because they were dead but it didn't work out like that. there was no haunting, but the one ghost she had met could walk through walls. it was almost like having a super power. "ah yes, these white feathery wings almost drove me crazy at first because they were so difficult to control." she admitted. it wasn't easy to have an extra appendage or two suddenly a part of your body that you had to learn to control. "you're a ghost? i mean, that makes sense since i don't see a tail or wings or anything like that. not that i know everything about this place, i'm still figuring it out." she smiled, "i'm sure being a ghost has to be difficult in some way. the only other ghost i've met can walk through walls but i can imagine they had a hard time not sinking through the ground or anything like that. can you do the same or are you able to do something different?" nothing was going to be easy. it couldn't be. they were in a brand new place that almost seemed like a dream. it would be impossible to imagine that everything would be easy because it was almost like starting over again. at least there were some similarities to keep things normal. for a moment she wondered if because evan was a ghost he was able to haunt in some way, or even just have contact with their life before death. that didn't mean she wanted to go around haunting people, rather she would like to see them and make sure they were all right. that almost seemed like asking too much though.

thanks tofu @ baf !

[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 552 Outfit: here Notes Sorry it took so long! "I'm glad it didn't hit you," she said with a sigh. He smiled and nodded. "Why thank you. It's nice to meet you Evan," she smiled. He grinned at her, "Well, Cortney, it's very nice to meet you. Truly," he thought he should turn his charm up. Just a little. Because, though the compliment before was a simple one, she didn't seem to react to it. Normally, girls would get all flustered. Then again, the girls at his school knew who he was, how he acted, and what he was like. He had a reputation there. But apparently now, he'd have to build a new reputation. Not that he cared all that much. It should be easy enough. At least he thought as much. Evan pondered the idea though, making a new reputation. He didn't think he wanted to be "that guy" again, but at the same time, he'd do anything to feel normal again. Even if it meant being the person he was before. And it wasn't like that was totally a bad thing, but he also wanted to change. Like maybe he should make friends first, rather than girlfriends. But he wasn't sure who he thought he'd be friends with; who would like a guy like him? He was a total romantic. He loved writing stories, telling stories, reading stories. He just loved sharing these things. And he wanted to find someone to share them with. But that was hard. Especially when he was afraid of what people may think of him. Smiling, he pushed the thoughts out of his head. "Ah yes, these white feathery wings almost drove me crazy at first because they were so difficult to control," Evan laughed. Not in a mocking way. "I imagine. But they are gorgeous," and Evan meant it. He did like the wings. Though they did look cumbersome, he wouldn't mind having a pair. But he wasn't exactly fit to be an angel, was he? "You're a ghost? I mean, that makes sense since I don't see a tail or wings or anything like that. Not that I know everything about this place, I'm still figuring it out," she smiled. Evan grinned, "Ah well, I'm sure you'll rise up to the challenge." On the other hand, Evan wasn't sure he'd ever figure this place out. Then again, he had forever to work it out. "I'm sure being a ghost has to be difficult in some way. The only other ghost I've met can walk through walls but I can imagine they had a hard time not sinking through the ground or anything like that," Evan laughed at the idea of falling into the ground, "Can you do the same or are you able to do something different?" she questioned. Evan grinned a bit, "I can't say I have a hard time with my ability. You see, I can become invisible," he said as he faded from her sight, "I can conveniently disappear when I need to." He circled around her, appearing randomly before disappearing again. "It's wonderful," he said, still out of sight. He stood behind her and smiled to himself. It really was quite a fun power. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it this little meeting of sorts was going quite well in cortney's opinion. even though she hadn't had the chance to talk to a lot of people there had only been one person so far that had blown her off and acted like she didn't exist. evan was being very nice and even jayden had been nice to her, although it took a lot for her to think that someone was actually mean. the girl who had blown her off earlier was easy to forgive when cortney thought about how people had died in different ways to end up in the dirge and so the girl must have been dealing with the shock from her death. that was understandable. "thank you." she grinned, "i'm just glad that they don't require a lot of upkeep, besides making sure that i don't get paint on them or anything like that. they're almost like something out of a movie, a prop of some sort, but s very real one. they're as real as this place is." they were still alive in the dirge with everything going on around them whether they liked it or not. it wasn't a terrible thought when death was considered. "i hope so." she smiled, "for some reason i don't think i'll ever know everything, but i suppose that's how life was too. it leaves the chance for more to be explored." it had neverbeen her goal to know everything, instead she just liked to know enough to get by. that wasn't to say that she didn't try her hardest because she did, but sometimes she found it easier to know just the right amount of information and then stopping herself from going any further. right as he disappeared from in front of her she gasped a bit. "invisibility must be fun!" she said excitedly as she looked around, wondering where evan had gone. he couldn't have gone far, at least she hoped he hadn't run off but she didn't think he would do such a thing. "that doesn't sound like a power that makes your life too difficult, unless you have a teacher who constantly thinks you're absent when you're actually sitting right there." she turned towards him when she saw him appear before her but he was gone once more. "it must be a lot of fun." she said.

thanks tofu @ baf !

[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 522 Outfit: here Notes I have been so busy please forgive me! "Thank you. I'm just glad they don't require a lot of upkeep, besides making sure that I don't get paint on them or anything like that. They're almost like something out of a movie, a prop of some sort, but a very real one. They're as real as this place is." Evan nodded. This place was tragically real. Evan wished it wasn't real. That maybe it was all a bad dream; Evan sometimes hoped that this was a coma and that he was going to wake up in a hospital bed with his family around him. Some nights he woke up from a dream like that, excited to be among the living again. But of course, to his dismay, it was really just a dream. And that he in fact, wasn't in a coma, and that he in fact was stuck here for eternity. Well, at least when he died he was still handsome. But something in Courtney's sentence caught his attention, "Paint? Do you paint?" he asked, genuinely curious, "Or was it just an example?" he grinned at her. She seemed like someone he could trust. At this point, based on the lack of blushing and all around shyness, he knew she wasn't picking up on his flirting. Which was fine. He was dead. He may as well make some friends. Besides, he really did feel like he could trust her. She seemed genuinely nice. And honestly, he even thought about showing her is little known side - the real heartfelt charming, romantic, art-loving, poem writing, person he actually was. But maybe that was a bit too soon. "I hope so. For some reason I don't think I'll know everything, but I suppose that's how life was too. It leaves the chance for more to be explored." Evan blinked at her, registering what she just said. It almost shocked him. He couldn't agree with her more. No girl had ever really expressed common interests with him, with the exception that they were faking it to try to get to know him. "Exactly!" he exclaimed with a huge smile, "It leaves more to inspire you, more to write about, more to--" he stopped himself short. He was letting too much go. Just because she said that, it doesn't mean that she'll actually like you. he thought to himself. He sighed inwardly. If only. "Invisibility must be fun! That doesn't sound like a power that makes your life too difficult, unless you have a teacher who constantly thinks you're absent when you're actually sitting right there," Evan couldn't help it, he laughed. He honestly thought it was kind of cute that she'd say such a thing. But he didn't dare tell her. "It must be a lot of fun," she remarked. He grinned, now standing behind her. He appeared, no longer invisible, and tapped her on the shoulder lightly. "Over here," he said quietly, as not to startle her, "It is fun. Good for scaring people." he said, winking at her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it cortney noticed that evan seemed to be excited when she mentioned painting and shook her head admitting, "sorry, it was more of an example." she actually felt bad that she had got him going on something that she knew very little about. she knew of the simple paint sets that could be bought at the store and once water was added some painting could be used. then there was the paint that was used to cover graffiti or just to paint a house but any actual painting was not done by her. "i'm not a very good artist when it comes to making anything, art wise that is." she continued, "when it comes to music that is something i can do though. not so much composing or anything along those lines but playing different instruments is always fun." although she didn't play very many intstruments she loved playing the violin the best and then sometimes tinkering on a piano. she couldn't exactly count singing as an instrument, although it did use her voice, but she never considered herself to be very good at it. it was more of a habit to sing along with her favorite song than to try and belt out a tune for a show. "right." she said with a nod, "there's so much more to do because you never know." there were always some consistencies or things that stayed the same but even those could stop in an instant. "do you write or paint then?" she questioned, relieved that he hadn't run off while he was invisible. he sounded like osmeone who was creative, constantly making new things or doing something different. she was a little jealous just thinking about it before she felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. cortney jumped a little in surprise, although it was almost more of a flinch but she did her best to make sure her expression showed shock rather than horror. there was no reason to scare poor evan off just because she was used to her mother's tendencies. "you'd be perfect for halloween." she said with a smile, "if there is still even halloween here with haunted houses of course. there could be some real fun in scaring people."

thanks tofu @ baf !

[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 651 Outfit: here Notes <3 "Sorry, it was more of an example," she said shaking her head. Evan looked down at his feet with a disappointed smile. He really was hoping that she did paint. It was kind of odd, but he wanted to find someone he could really relate with. That was something he really wanted. Back on Earth, he had no friends to share is art and writing with. It made Evan feel trapped and alone. He thought about posting images of his art online, but he was worried someone from his school would find it. And for some reason, that scared him. Evan had never shown anyone his art. He felt like it was personal, close to his heart. To keep people out, he just acted like a player and kept girls entertained with his charm. He was good enough for them. Which kind of made him sad. Did anyone ever want to really get to know him? Evan looked back up at Cortney with a grin on his face, "Don't be sorry! I just kind of assumed." He let out a small laugh. He was being silly. "I'm not a very good artist when it comes to making anything, art wise the is. When it comes to music that is something I can do, though not so much composing or anything along those lines, but playing different instruments is always fun." Evan nodded. He grinned at her. He couldn't help it; he was really impressed. Evan enjoyed anything that had to do with the arts. He had to admit, he wished he played an instrument or something, but the most he could do is air guitar and lip sing. "That's really awesome," Evan felt a genuine smile on his lips, "What do you play? You'll have to teach me sometime." Evan kind of did want to learn. It would be pretty cool. "Right. There's so much more to do here because you never know," Cortney said with a nod. He really did like her; she was genuine. "Do you write or paint then?" Evan paused. He didn't know if he should tell her or keep quiet. It was his private little world. And he'd never let anyone in. He didn't know if people would accept him or if they'd laugh at his work. So to be safe, he just kept everyone out. Sometimes he wished he had someone to show and get critique from, but he couldn't bring himself to let anyone in. He didn't know how they'd react, and the idea was almost scary. But, maybe it was time to try; after all, this was a new life. He could be anyone he wanted. No one had any expectations yet, any standards for him. "Yeah. I do a bit of both," he said cautiously, "Not that I'm any good or anything, you know, it's kind of a hobby, I mean…" he rambled a bit. He bit his lip. He really did feel a little nervous. Evan felt a little guilty when he noticed she flinched. Had he scared her? He really didn't mean to. He wasn't too used to his power yet and how people would react. "You'd be perfect for Halloween," she said with a smile, and Evan felt relieved that he hadn't scared her off. Literally. "If there is still Halloween here with haunted houses of course. There could be some real fun in scaring people." Evan couldn't help it, he laughed. Halloween here? The idea was crazy. Everyone would be scared. Or maybe not. Maybe they'd all be used to it by now. But all of these crazy creatures running around had to scare some people when they first got here. "If Halloween does still exist, it would be absolutely crazy here." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/W0Jy1.png);-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50px;-webkit-border-top-right-radius: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px;-moz-border-radius-topright: 50px;border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px;] [/style] [style=font-family:courier new; font-size:9px; text-align:center; text-transform:uppercase; color:#000; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: #000 5px solid; padding: 5px;]I want it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it cortney still felt bad for getting his hopes up but her thoughts changed as he questioned what instruments she played. "mostly the violin." she answered, "besides that i can play a little on the piano but not quite as well as the violin. the piano is better to just hit random notes and play around on for fun, if that makes sense. i'm not trying to say it's not a real instrument or anything like that though, it's actually pretty difficult." it was the different clefs that got to her. on the violin she only had to worry about knowing how to read one whereas on the piano she had to worry about two different ones. if she sat down and focused on being able to play the piano she could pick it up, but she wasn't worried about doing that. "well choose an instrument and i can teach you what i know." she smiled, "it's not that hard once you get the hang of it and practice although thte practicing gets a little old at first because it's all the basics but once you get those down you get to play the fun stuff. i'm guessing you don't all ready play an instrument?" if he was eager to learn that was a good thing. playing an instrument was pointless for someone not wanting to learn. she had many friends who were forced to play an instrument as a kid and they later gave it up all together because they didn't have a love for it. she noticed that evan was trying to downplay the fact that he painted and wrote. either he was being modest by saying he wasn't very good and that it was more of a hobby or he didn't think much of his art. to her it was amazing that he would considering writing and painting a hobby because it meant he enjoyed it. "i'm sure it's wonderful." she smiled, "for you to think it's a hobby means that you like to do it. i hate drawing so it couldn't possibly be a hobby with the barely recognizable stick figures i make! what do you usually paint or write about? i can only think of painting scenary or portraits but i'm sure there are plenty of other things. with writing i only remember writing little stories when i was younger about being a princess or having super powers. i write more for school or random little stories to keep awake sometimes." now that she was older she was used to writing essays and other papers for school work rather than for fun. it was interesting how school could sometimes change a person's likes or interests. thankfully she still enjoyed writing. "i'm sure it could be halloween here all the time with everyone using their abilities, although i don't think everyone necessarily celebrates it." she commented.

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[Evan Gabriel Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 610 Outfit: here Notes sorry this took forever i didn't realize i didn't reply until yesterday "Mostly the violin," Cortney replied. Evan's eyebrows shot up. He was impressed. He really did like the violin, but he never learned how to play it. "Wow. That's pretty cool," he told her, and he meant it. "Besides that I can play a little on the piano but not quite as well as the violin. The piano is better to just hit random notes and play around on for fun, if that makes sense," Evan laughed. He knew the feeling. He had a piano back at home that all of his siblings used to play on. They all took lessons, but Evan decided against it. Maybe, in hindsight, that wasn't such a good idea. He couldn't play properly, and anything he could play was by ear. It was difficult, but it was also a lot of fun. Guitar and ukulele were his strong points. "I'm not trying to say it's not a real instrument or anything like that though, it's actually pretty difficult." She added. Evan nodded. "No, I totally get what you're saying. I'm the same way. I almost wish I took lessons, but I didn't. It's almost a shame," he grinned over at Cortney. "Well choose an instrument and i can teach you what I know," she smiled. Evan glanced up at her. "Oh man, are you serious? I'd love to learn a little violin. That would be great," Evan grinned at Cortney. He really did like her. "It's not that hard once you get the hang of it and practice although the practicing gets a little old at first because it's all the basics but once you get those down you get to play the fun stuff. I'm guessing you don't already play an instrument?" Cortney asked. Evan paused. "It would be a lie to say that I play guitar because I don't play much. But I can play ukulele. And I hit some keys on the piano from time to time." "I'm sure it's wonderful," she commented. Evan bowed his head a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. He was shy about his work, but flattered that Cortney would think that he was any good. She smiled at him, " For you to think it's a hobby means that you like to do it. I hate drawing so it couldn't possibly be a hobby with the barely recognizable stick figures I make!" Evan laughed. "We've all been there once." He smiled a bit. She was giving him the slightest bit of confidence, and he really appreciated it. "What do you usually paint or write about? I can only think of painting scenery or portraits but I'm sure there are plenty of other things. With writing I only remember writing little stories when I was younger about being a princess or having super powers. I write more for school or random little stories to keep awake sometimes." she told him. Did he dare tell her what he worked on when he was by himself? He may as well tell her a little tiny bit. Not everything. He didn't have to tell her everything. "I paint and sketch scenery or sometimes people. Sometimes characters from books I've read. It honestly depends. I also really like sketching cityscapes. Those have always been pretty. Along with the sky and stars. I paint those quite frequently," Evan paused gathering his thoughts, "I also write short stories. Poetry. Sometimes songs. But nothing is really that good." Evan offered a small smile. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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