<div class="floatleft">(http://unitedagents.co.uk/sites/default/files/wallisA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evangeline "Eva" Hargrove<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Guest (Television Writer)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 31st.  Sometime between the Orientation and Lunch Ceremony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her guest room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec McCollins<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Taking a step into the Unknown.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She had come to the crossroads she had dreaded and feared from the moment she walked out of the door and began her journey.  The point where Eva would have to choose what to do, would have to make the conscious, decisive decision, had come so much earlier than she ever had anticipated, and it was unnerving to her how soon she had brought herself to such a point.<br/><br/>So soon, she thought.  So much sooner than she had anticipated.  It made a sense of shame creep into the back of her mind.  So soon...  She had thought it would have been days before she even considered such an action, and there she was, wondering what she should do.<br/><br/>A part of her wanted nothing to do then and there.  To take time to think over everything, to prepare herself for what she had to do physically and mentally.  Time to ready herself to put aside her vows of marriage, to ignore the guilt and shame, and just do what she had been sent there to do.  But there was a part of her, deep down, that felt ready for this, that felt at ease by the casual gentleman who had brought her to her lodgings, who had been such a respectful gentleman.  It helped he was a good man, a gentleman, and not the obnoxious, cocky cretin she had been imagining from the moment she heard of the place.<br/><br/>A reassuring breath.  “You don't have to go, if you don't want to.” She said gently, a shy, embarrassed smile playing out across her reddened cheeks.  “I mean...  You're more than welcome to join me...  And show me more of what this place has to offer...”<br/><br/><em>God, did I really just say that?</em>She asked herself, moving her eyes away from him in the awkward moment.