Paris On My Mind

Evangaline Montressor--Sister at Sigma Chi Sorority--Painter--Daughter of famous designer Illina Montressor.

[trev-collins]

Every once in a while, when it was nice out, Trevor liked to spend some time in the backyard to work on his tan– Because unlike some of the ghosts, he refused to let himself look like one. So, the spirit wandered outside and towards one of the chairs by the pool. That was when he noticed a young woman sitting in the gazebo, apparently lost in her own world. Curious, Trev went over to her and waved his hand, trying to grab her attention. “What’re you drawing there?” He asked, gesturing down to the sketch pad in her lap. 

[brightlittle--evangaline]

Someone had started approaching and while she did her best to ignore the intruder, he seemed to continue to try and get her attention. As his voice broke the stillness,the birds chirped and quickly flew away. Scowl scrunching her eyebrows, Evangaline’s expression showed just how pissed off she was. “Looks like nothing now. Anybody ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” 

[brightlittle--evangaline]

@trev-collins She didn't do it often, but every once in a while Evangaline found herself on the grounds of the Murder House. For some reason the aura of the house helped to inspire her to draw more than Sigma Chi did, which always put her in a better mood. Sitting in the gazebo, Evangaline's back was against one of the poles--her knees holding up her sketch pad, as she examined the little moments of life happening around her. Focusing her attention on a blue bird, she began to sketch it into her pad--smiling softly as the little bird's wings fluttered open for a brief moment before they closed.

[xanderlawson]

@brightlittle–evangaline

Xander had spent the past few weeks sleeping the days away. Since the whole serial-killer-on-the-loose fiasco many college students had been put off the idea of going on nights out to local nightclubs. They all acted unimpressed when holed up in the murder house, but deep down they were terrified of ending up like the ghosts they’d been stuck with for days on end. Things were only just returning to normal in terms of parties, and Xander was beginning to spend more time out of the house than in. He was heading to a store for some snacks- they disappeared in the house as though locusts lived there- when he spotted a familiar face sitting on the porch of a neighbouring sorority house. He’d seen her around at some of the theme nights and parties but didn’t know much about her other than where she lived. “Penny for your thoughts?” he grinned, leaning against the fence.

[brightlittle--evangaline]

The last few weeks had left Evie completely uninspired--which was a first for the young artist. One would have believed that having a serial killer threaten to kill an entire sorority and fraternity would give a graphic artist enough inspiration for two lifetimes--which left Evangaline even more down. Hearing a voice directed at her, she looked up from her blank sketch page and eyed the boy. She had seen him at parties but his name escaped her. "Cough up the penny and I might be willing to spill," she countered, eyebrow raised and a grin to match his plastered on her face,

[cockyhorrorshow--archive]

The house was definitely packed; Spencer was thrilled about it. Various times he’d tried to start something up. This many people jammed together in one house? Perfect for a big ol’ party. But each time, he was talked down or stopped by one of the other presidents, reminded that ‘ there are minors in the house ’ and ‘ this was no time for a party ’. It took awhile, but he’d finally let it go — or at least that’s what he’d told them.

In the kitchen, leaned over the island, Spencer stood, holding a pan in one hand and a lighter in the other; he flicked it on, bringing the small flame under the pan in hopes it’d cook the frozen burrito within — before someone entered the room. Attention shooting up in their direction, he released the lighter’s ignition and stood upright. “ Hey, d’you know what’s up with the micro and stove? Been tryin’ to heat this thing up for like an hour now but nothing’s working. ”

[brightlittle--evangaline]

A frosty little ball of anger, Evangaline made her back into the house. All she wanted was a damn cheeseburger and fries from one of the local diners, but the cops had ordered her back into the house without so much as explanation. Sure she didn't have either of her stupid "buddies" around, but the girl figured it was pointless to try to find them in the mess of people.

Grumbling, Evangaline made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find something as least slight edible in the cabinets. Seeing the guy at the stove, the girl scowled until he started speaking--then it only deepened. "Have you turned all the knobs or set the thing to bake?"

[natalie-powers]

Natalie couldn’t help but snort at the brunette’s comment, flicking her gaze to her for a moment back to the house. “You probably should have,” the bottle blonde deadpanned. “I mean, after all, this place is shitty and haunted.”

[brightlittle--evangaline]

Evangaline’s eyebrows shot up at the other girl’s words. “Haunted? And they’re making us stay here? What idiot decided that was a good idea?” 

[brightlittle--evangaline]

Looking around at the house, Evangaline appeared to be unimpressed. "This is the place that is supposed to keep us safe? I should've just gone to Paris."

[its-omghollywood-deactivated201]

[brightlittle--evangaline]

Sitting on the front porch of the Sigma Chi house, Evangaline was staring at a sketch of the street she had been focused on. Her eyebrows creased as she stared at on of the houses down the road. It was almost as if she couldn’t get it drawn exactly right and her temper spiked. Tearing the page from her book, she threw it out onto the lawn. “Dammit,” she grumbled, pushing herself off the chair and heading to snatch up the paper.