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</div><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><span style="font-size: 26px">Evangeline Lillete Everest</span></span></span><br/><b>Alias: </b>Not currently assigned<br/><b>Primary Nicknames:</b>Loki, Eve, Evie, Angel<br/><b>Age: 1</b>9<br/><b>Time: </b>Early Morning, June 20<br/><b>Location: </b>Goodwill<br/><b>Mood Song: </b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DtS7RC06yHjQ&amp;hash=97e45a0e826db3ce4542cf59928e3512" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS7RC06yHjQ" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Go the Distance by Samantha Barks</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>White Skirt, Jean Shirt, Black dotted pantyhose, Black high-tops, thin brown belt<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Dihago (<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning: </b>Solomon (<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>A few days after receiving her acceptance letter to Zodiac Island, Evangeline found herself sitting in her car before the sun even rose. For the last year, she had been volunteering at one of the local Goodwill stores every now and again. That day, the manager had asked the young girl to open the store for the first time. Unfortunately, that meant she needed to be up before the sun was and wouldn't be able to make it to the island on time.<br/><br/>The shift started out like any normal shift usually did. The first hour or so was fairly quiet, the staff generally just straightening out the store, making sure everything was ready to go, and the managers assigning duties for the day. Evangeline was put in the back room, collecting  donations from the drive through line, sorting through everything that was donated that day, and making sure everything followed the guidelines of the store. It was a job the young girl didn't mind. After all, she got to see the bright faces of the children who boasted about how they were done playing with their old toys and hoped another child could get to have just as much fun with that certain special toy. It was also nice to get the first looks at what was going to be put on the floor, that was often how the girl found a number of her favorite wardrobe pieces.<br/><br/>A few hours later, though, Evie was sorting through some of the trash bags full of donations when she heard a shot ring out through the front of the store. At first, the girl couldn't figure out what it was. It sounded like the sound of a gun going off in one of the movies her father directed, but that couldn't be right. People didn't usually attack a store that kept so little money on hand and only sold what she had heard many people call "other people's trash". There was no money in that.<br/><br/>Shaking her head at the sound of the commotion, Evangeline rose from the old, wooden chair she was perched upon, walking towards the single door that separated the store from the back room. Just as she was about to open the door; however, some old guy came stumbling through the wall like there was a hole in it.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Hey! You're not supposed to be back here!"</span></span>Evangeline called out instinctively before considering that the man standing at the other end of the room might be the one who was causing the chaos and screaming she heard through the door. The man; however, didn't seem to hear her as his feet carried him a few steps further. Having taken a second thought about her own safety, the young blonde tried to duck behind a large blue rolling bin overfilled with stuffed animals. That is until the man who was old enough to be her father slipped on a wet spot the girl hadn't noticed before.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"What is going on out there?"</span></span>The blonde asked of the man who seemed slightly helpless as he lay on the floor. Evangeline was glad she had kept her cell phone on her that day. She knew she wasn't supposed to have it while she was volunteering, but as she started putting the pieces of the puzzle together, the little pink device seemed like it might be necessary. She had no idea if this man was going to hurt her after all.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"There's an employee entrance over there." </span></span>Evangline said, pointing down to the other end of the room with her other hand raised in to her chest. The man seemed to be acting wildly, a look of fear in his eyes that matched the words he spoke. Her father had always told her that it was better to just stay out of a person's way when they reached this point of mania. It was better to let these two handle their differences by themselves and report it to the police when she was safe.<br/><br/>Then she remembered the letter,<i> "We would like to invite you to Zodiac Island where you will study and train."</i>She remembered her father's words,<i>"One day, my little Angel, you will save the world."</i>And she remembered the stories of her mother, a great hero who her father always said would protect the innocent at whatever cost was necessary.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Hey!"</span></span>The blonde girl called out, trying to get the man's attention again. If she was going to be a great Zodiac like her mother one day, she decided today was a good day to get started. She didn't need to know this man to protect him from whatever harm was coming his way. It was her duty.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"I actually wouldn't go that way, if I were you. You'll just run into a bunch of cars and the only way out of there is an obstacle of donations that will just put you right back in front of the store. If this guy who's after you has any friends, they'll probably be watching the store front."</span></span><br/><br/>Evangeline wasn't quite sure what a good way to help this guy would be but she had to take a chance. So the girl ran over to an empty blue rolling bin and offered it out.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">"Here, get in. The bag I was going through is full of stuffed animals. I'll put those on top of you and hopefully this person won't see you if he comes back here?"</span></span>The blonde offered, hopefully. What kind of maniac would shoot through a bunch of toys for young children?