<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Eve/0c1aa9fb-06fc-4fb0-aeb0-3fc04bb56e3e.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:<em>Evangeline ‘Eve’ Blackthorn</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong><em>Layla</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em>Robichaux's Academy - Eve's Room</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Friday, 13th of June</em><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">Eve’s Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112717305)</div></div></div><hr/><br/>Eve chuckled at Layla's response basically saying that the sun was evil and that's all there was to it. The walk to the room was a little less awkward then Eve had expected and when Layla's assumed statement about Eve having a big family graced Eve's ears she nodded.<strong>"Yeah."</strong>Her response was short and not elaborated because Eve was fairly sure Layla hadn't been prying. Giving Layla a nod that said 'okay' when she said she was going to hold Eve to wanting what was good for the coven Eve smiled.<strong>"I think Theo might have been right, I think you are nicer then you let on.....I pretend I'm not as evil as I am...so that works nicely."</strong>She smirked mischievously and opened her door.<br/><br/>Layla followed Eve into the room and sat down, taking in everything before starting to poke at the makeup on 'the princess's' dresser. Eve let out a laugh at Layla's question and smiled.<strong>"I come from a wealthy, prestigious, family of witches..."</strong>She shrugged pursing her lips,<strong>"I'd go with privileged....not princess."</strong>Eve moved over to the cabinet and quickly found what she needed before moving back over to Layla and taking up behind her. The red head started speaking and Eve listened giving a nod.<strong>"No worries. I'll be quick about it."</strong>She meant it too. Scraps in general were painful, ones that needed stitches were worse, and the quicker they were patched up the better. When Layla said she didn't want to get blood on one of Eve's shirts she smiled softly, with understanding, but it also seemed like it wasn't something that would bother her if it did happen.<strong>"Okay...If you change your mind feel free though. I've got more clothes then I know what to do with. If one gets blood on it, oh well....Plus if we get this patched up you shouldn't be bleeding."</strong><br/><br/>Eve let out a laugh at the 'hope you're not shy comment' and shook her head.<strong>"Just us girls, and they are just boobs."</strong>Shrugging she helped Layla a bit with the shirt, but not to much. The red head was obviously an independent spirit and wouldn't take kindly to being coddled. Tossing the bloodied shirt over on top of her hamper Eve looked at the wound quickly before putting the cotton ball up to her back and washing the area around the wound. Placing the now red cotton balls on the vanity she poured some sterile water from a bottle in the first aid kit onto a gauze pad and finished cleaning off the wound before pouring some peroxide on it just to be sure it was cleaned out, the peroxide stinging just as much as normal with an open wound.<strong>"You are gonna need stitches.....What color thread you want?"</strong>She chuckled softly at the stupid question and waited for an answer before threading the curved needle and getting to work, quickly sewing up the torn flesh.