<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSKGupkheBhsb31AkkncjWVK7b_J4v5ziQjGJmrKgtTIhSSo4Dh&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evelyn Bailey<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Elizabeth Ecsed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp check in<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one, 8:30 A.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Khloé, mentioning the others<br/><strong>Action:</strong>talking, sorta, oh gods people...<br/><br/>Evelyn blinked and looked up, and up. The newcomer was tall! Of course, most people were taller than herself. But she was big enough to hold a violin for hours on end, and that was all that mattered. The musician's eyes widened slightly as she figured out who she was talking to. Khloé was pretty famous in the small confines of the private school for rich people. Evelyn had no real concept of why someone would transition, but she greatly admired the other woman's fortitude and drive to be who she wanted to be. Not everyone did that, especially not for something so huge and important.<br/><br/>The little blonde just wasn't used to talking to most people, though, so inevitably stumbled over and around her words. "Oh. Sup?" She... Wasn't exactly asking it back to Khloé, so much as awkwardly saying it, as if trying to translate from another language.<br/><br/>"Uh. Hi. You're, ah, Khloé, right? I'm Evelyn. Uh..."<br/><br/>What in the world did normal people say next? It seemed early to judge if it was nice to meet the taller woman. Was it ok to compliment her transition? Probably not. Blurting out something awkward like 'Do you like violin music and who's your favorite violin player?' inevitably got strange looks and people backing away quickly, or Yo-yo Ma? Which... Was so wrong on so many levels.<br/><br/>So she trailed off into an even more awkward silence. Which was mercifully killed by more girls showing up. Taking their arrival as a bit of a distraction, the small girl slipped behind her suitcase, trying to use it to hide from the world. She recognized Shane of course, most girls knew who she was. And all the ones who were interested in women kissing women certainly did. Evelyn had never been brave enough to talk to her.<br/><br/>She didn't recognize the other woman at all except for vaguely knowing they went to the same school. But she had lovely red hair and amazingly pale skin. They probably used the same kind of sunscreen too.