<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>Helen, Elf, Lise<br/><strong>Action:</strong>listening, being pulled around, pleading<br/><br/><br/>Evelyn gave a soft, pleased smile as her best real life friend Helen grabbed her hand. But her face crumpled into a huge pout, clearly a half inch away from crying. "My parents wouldn't let me bring one! Not even the one for outdoor concerts! They said that I was here to socialize and interact with humans, not just play my violin the entire time. They said that I can play violin anywhere but this was a special occasion! I've never been an entire week without a violin!" If she was anybody else, she would have been wailing at the end there. But even her little meltdown was quiet and self-contained. Evelyn just did not impose herself on the world in any form or fashion, except for when playing her beloved violin.<br/><br/>Most people would have glazed over as Helen started rapidly enthusing about trees. But Evelyn was well used to her friends eccentricities, and in fact listening to her friend was generally quite soothing. If Helen was talking, that meant Evelyn didn't have to. Between the two of them, they talked as much as a normal person, right? And Helen had a beautiful voice. For the most part, all Evelyn had to do was nod and smile and admire her friend and occasionally ask another question to trigger another avalanche of happy words. She had no idea what the flowers were, though she was pretty sure she could identify the trees if forced. "Sounds like a plan. Why is it called a big tooth?"<br/><br/>She favored Elf with a small, shy smile as she was dragged up. In truth, she didn't particularly mind being pulled around. Helen was just enthusiastic, and it meant Evelyn didn't have to stress about decisions or anything. Helen helped her through so many things without even realizing what she was doing. "I like your name." The little violinist said quietly to the counselor woman."<br/><br/>And then the most beautiful woman Evelyn had ever seen came into the room.<em>It seems like, what are those things called, booty shorts? Are part of the camp counselor uniform...</em>The tall redheaded woman made the blood drain from Evelyn's face, then come roaring back in a fantastic blush. Apparently little Evelyn most certainly had a thing for taller mature women with kind and beautiful faces.<br/><br/><em> Alcohol is it against the rules, but don't go to her for a hangover treatment? What? Isn't that a contradiction?</em>Truly it wasn't the least bit important, for Evelyn certainly never drank anything.<br/><br/>Another thing the camp leader said caused a small bit of panic.<em>Shared bunks?? </em>living in a room with<em>THREE </em>strange girls sounded like an absolute nightmare. So she quickly looked up at Helen, hope and a certain amount of pleading written all over her face. "Do you want to share a room? That sounds like a lot of fun." And, knowing some of Helens eccentricities, she quickly added more to make it clear to her friend.  should use as many words as she could to make it certain that Helen understood. "I'd really like to share a room with you this week. Please say we can room together? I'd like that a whole bunch."<br/><br/>Helen could thus protect Evelyn from strangers, and Evelyn could protect Helen from people not understanding her. It was rare that Evelyn ever felt like a protector, but she wanted Helen to be happy and not ever picked on.