When one’s life dragged out like all the Mondays that ever were and ever will be, it was only common sense to keep oneself on the cutting edge of things. In this case learning computers had been the sole goal of her past decade, it was alter ego 64 (not to be confused with Nintendo 64) ‘<span style="font-style: italic">Eveline King</span>’s passion in life. As was dub reggae music, Starbucks coffee, sushi and yuri hentai and since the vampiress had taken on the name/ started wearing the identity like a new hair-do, there was little she didn’t know about any of them.<br/><br/>‘Eveline King’ was a yuppie! A thorough bred, fucking gold plated, award winning, pedigree yuppie. Eve was quiet, sheepish and read too many piss poorly researched, feel good novels written by straight, white, middle class men who’d never had any real, dirty-handed experience of the world. She was green, always recycled, well spoken and considerate as long as it didn’t mean speaking up or creating ripples. Eveline was a people pleaser, she just wanted to be accepted. Her only flaws were a hidden, heated sexuality (if that could be counted as a flaw) and a quick to blush awkward streak at least three miles wide, which was utterly endearing.<br/>No depth, no dimension, no complications. She was the perfect character.<br/><br/>The vampiress on the other hand… well she’d seen the birth and the history of all these things, she knew their roots, the events that birthed them and could see right through the role she played, she knew it was a common enough personality and she knew why it existed, despite information being absurdly free, folk were as wilfully ignorant as they had ever been!<br/><br/>For example, as she sat at the desk, jimmy rigging a rogue screw in the back of a laptop screen, ‘geek’ glasses hitched down to the flick of her nose, headphones blasting a bit of remixed Bob Marley (which she genuinely enjoyed) she could name the processes involved in crafting the desk from a past life spent in carpentry, how the time put into them was not directly equal to the price they were forced to sell them at (until of course hand carved and home made came in BIG in the 2000’s in a direct rebellion against the 80’s), she could tell you EXACTLY when any why those glasses had come back in (a nostalgia from the current generations parental childhood. See: Superman movies) and where they’d come from before that, she could recall the history of coloured or ‘culture’ music in Western eyes, going from a novelty to… well, a novelty still, just a higher paid one. Even if it was guilt money.<br/>A smirk crooked the corner of her lips as it brought her back to an Irish pub she’d visited in the middle of height of slavery. The sign on the door had said,<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘Blacks welcome, no Americans’</span>. All of the years she’d seen and the bloody Irish hadn’t changed a bit! Brazen gits!<br/><br/>A familiar wisp of perfume curled into the room, slightly sweet, subtle and mingled with a sensual, delicious hint of something utterly human, that warm, fleshy tint of skin. She glanced up wide eyed, switching back into character in the time it takes most to crack a fart.<br/>“Huh?” Eve fumbled with her ‘retro’ headphones, pulling them down until she wore them like a scarf, watching her fellow employee cross the space between them and finger her paperwork awkwardly.<br/>“Hullo,” she mumbled gingerly in reply, doing her own shy squirm on her seat.<br/><br/>To Eve, Primrose was a forward and unpleasant reminder of her repressed sexuality, to the vampiress, however, Primrose was something quite fascinating. She was a complicated curiosity, someone that never quite showed the full of her personality, she kept things back, aspects of herself hidden. She was Pandora’s box just aching to be cracked open and pried inside and all in such pretty packaging too! Redheaded and with full babushka lips, eye bright and china tea-cup blue with doll-like cheekbones and a womanly figure that promised absolute fulfilment. To Eve’s shock and horror she’d asked her out, to the vampiress she’d shown fuckin’ brass ovaries coming back to talk to her. It took an active effort on her part not to let her own amusement show in her eyes.<br/><br/>It was gutting, but breaking character had led to the downfall of far better vampires than her!<br/><br/>“Uh…. Um… Yes, thank you,” Eve whispered, her own gaze dropping back to her work nervously, pretending to carry on and do battle with the laptop, but her nerves made her hands tremble and her grip slick, “Um, no, you don’t have to, I’m quite alright, thank you,” she shot her a fleeting glance then shrunk back to her work, there was always an intensity to Primroses baby blues that made her ache to stare back, to see who cracked first, but that wasn’t in Eve’s personality. Eve was scared of Primrose, “Uh… how are you? Hey—look I’m going on holiday next week…” this part wasn’t a lie, Eve the vampire had a meeting with Melchiah, head of the European vampiric court and Melchiah was old enough that even a brief visitation took at least a week, he took time into his own hands, but HUMAN Eve, fake Eve, well, she wasn’t such a good liar, “I uh… have this friend that’s been getting a bit obsessive,” she paused, realising how it sounded, “a pen-pal,” she reiterated. Badly, “and I needed… wanted a break from them… anyway,” on came the awkward smile, she could switch it on like a light, getting in character enough that each new personality developed their own quirks and expressions. Several lifetimes work of practice had gone into this, “I was just wondering if you wanted me to bring you anything back, Rose!”<br/><br/>Vampire Eve knew the girl hated the nickname, but human Eve didn’t cause ripples, she went with the crowd. Always. It was like the most serious, dedicated game of roleplaying!