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"I get ready, I get all dressed up to go nowhere in particular."

[evangelinexmorris]

“Doesn’t matter if I’m not enough for the future or the things to come.”

Name: Evangeline “Evie” Georgina Morris

Nicknames: Evie (preferred), Eva, Angel (strictly reserved for her late grandfather)

Age: 27

Birthdate: April 17th, 1995 (Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising)

This is Evie! She is chaos (affectionate). A lil bit of info:

Native to Vancouver, granddaughter of a well-known architect and a structural engineer. Evie doesn’t know what her mother did or where she is now, she is very low-to-no contact with Eleanor. She loved her grandparents and was devastated when they died because they played a large role in raising her.

She became a cop in order to pay bills and help raise Peter. Had she been able to finish college, she would have been an architect like her late grandfather, John. She’s the epitome of intelligent, but sort of lacks some common sense at times. 

Snarky smartass with a GREAT timing for dad jokes. Will make a pun or a joke whenever she’s uncomfortable.

Art is 100% her favorite hobby, but you can easily find her hiking, doing yoga (not well, but she loves it), watching paranormal content, and hearing about conspiracy theories.

Her apartment is very clean, but you have to use a wrench to start the shower and she’s procrastinated finding something better despite the fact that she’s definitely lived there her entire adult life and can afford something more. 

Also the half-sister of Bram and Ben, she is a lil affair baby. 

Some headcanons:

She can open a bottle on almost any surface due to working in a sports bar to put herself through university.

She always has a big box of Pop-Tarts in her house.

Definitely has an obsession with coffee and her TikTok FYP is full of coffee ASMR videos. She has an espresso machine, a Nespresso, and a full coffee pot

She was named after the Matthew Sweet song “Evangeline”

Connection ideas:

People she went to university with: she attended UBC for a while before her grandparents died

Neighbors: she lives in Gastown in an apartment building

Friends of circumstance: Someone she drinks with, goes to an art class with, someone she drinks with, etc. Essentially, hobby friends.

People she grew up with: She grew up in Kitsalano in a nicer area, attended school in that area

Friend of a friend of a friend: Acquaintances she knew from other people 

ONS: someone she casually sleeps with or used to 

Not terribly fond of you: for whatever reason, they just can’t seem to get along

Open to essentially anything! These are just ideas and I’m down to discuss almost anything 

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You can board up your windows, you can lock up your doors, yeah But you can't keep washing your hands of this shit anymore When all the king's sources and all the king's friends Don't know their arses from their pathogens When life is a prison and death is the door This ain't a warning, this is a war, war

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angeliaparedes​:

Now curiosity turned her fully toward the other woman and carried her a little closer. “Have you had experience with the Ouija board?” Real experience.

“Sounds like you’re a believer. I usually come across skeptics and people who just find it all entertaining.” Which, Angelia supposed wasn’t the worst thing and everyone was entitled to their own beliefs but what she really enjoyed was sharing experiences.

“They interest me, for sure. I’m always curious to know the history and what happened. I try not to mess around with hauntings though.”

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The question had Evie smiling wryly, despite herself. “I like to joke that I’m white, but I’m not ‘messes with Ouija boards’ white,” she responded with a curl of her fingers for quotes. Had she had other experiences with the paranormal? Certainly. Evie could lay claim to the unexplainable through graveyard shifts. “I’m a cop, so I shouldn’t be a believer in that stuff, but it doesn’t hurt anyone to believe.”

It certainly didn’t impede her ability to do said job. Halloween seemed to draw out the darkest, most deep-rooted desires from the human psyche and compelled people to act on them for no reason other than a burning desire to see what would happen. It would never cease to amaze or disgust her. 

“I believe in the imprints left behind,” Evie said earnestly. If someone died a horrendous enough death, a confusion or an anger would surely linger. “If it won’t drive my dog crazy at night, I’m good with letting things stay back with salt.” 

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mvrcer​:

It’s funny; in his youth he’d attended the odd carnival or two with his friends — of COURSE they did, they knew all the girls would be there — but had NEVER been on a carousel before. Climbing onto one now feels weird, but not unpleasantly so; almost charming, or comforting in some odd way. “Great choice,” he says as the carousel begins to turn, gesturing to the horse she’d picked. His is a cream variant with a pink saddle, which he thinks is just icing on the cake. “I think mine REALLY suits me.”

He nods seriously, as if they were discussing severe crimes and punishments. “I couldn’t agree more. I certainly WOULD wish wet socks upon her too, but I’m feeling benevolent so I’ll leave it at eating a lacklustre corndog after waiting in line for ages.” He grins and holds onto the pole with one hand while leaning over with his other hand outstretched, offering a handshake. “Lovely to meet you, Evie.”

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“There’s likely some psychology behind whatever horse you choose,” Evie mused with a small scrunch of her nose. Some carousels were two or three stories tall and she could remember back when she felt like she pretended she was riding off into the sky. With the way the horse glided up and down, she could almost pretend she was that little girl again.

“Like I wish they would have someone run out of something they wanted or they were a dollar short when it came to something they wanted or both sides of their pillow are warm immediately upon laying down,” she added with a snort. She extended her free hand to shake his. “Likewise.” 

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wilder-kelly​:

Although Wilder generally preferred to be lost in the backwoods, it was getting a little too cold to do that just casually.  Outside was still okay in the city, though, and the people watching here was a premium.  People were always so creative with their Halloween costumes.  He was… not. 

Amongst the people he’d been watching, though, the one who sat next to him was probably the most interesting.

Ice cream? 

“I’m not judging your palate,” he promised.  “I am curious if you’ll be colder after you eat that, though.” 

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Was it ridiculous to eat ice cream in cold weather? Probably. Did Evie care? Not particularly; she had it down to a science. The science included sticking her tongue to the roof of her mouth after almost every bite to stave off the headache that would loom over a lesser person.

Evangeline Georgina Morris wasn’t a quitter.

“Oh, I absolutely am colder after I eat this, but the way I see it, my body will go into overdrive to warm myself up. Probably something with metabolism. I’m not a scientist,” she responded. 

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willteoh​:

Will wasn’t a big fan of festivals or just general crowded spaces, but the draw of the different foods was enough to get him here. With a candy apple in one hand and a bag of candy floss in the other, it had been a good five minutes that he had been scanning the grounds for a table, only to be snapped from his search by a nearby voice. 

“Thanks, but I can’t make that promise unless…” He took a seat opposite the brunette and set his cotton candy down on the table. “You share. I’ll share my cotton candy to sweeten the pot.”

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The festival food had far improved from last year’s and it was a foodie’s paradise. Kebabs, garlic fries, soup dumplings, sandwiches, all of it was mouthwatering. Evie had already cleaned up with cheese dogs and dessert was the next obvious option. 

“Deal,” she agreed. She’d gotten an additional mini in the case the line grew too long; the colder weather kept it cold. Evie quickly set the container between them and dusted her hands together. “Cotton candy is always a worthy staple, it’s just that the lines are too long.” 

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nesrinadem​:

Nesrin’s gaze volleyed between the waffle wrapped ice cream in her hand and the mile high plate of funnel cake in her own. Dusted in powdered sugar and drowning in whipped cream and extra strawberry sauce— A low chuckle gathered in her throat. “Promise not to judge you for yours if you promise not to judge me for mine.”

Her current indulgence was only one among many so far that evening. The grand finale, if you will, in a never-ending parade of caramel dipped apples and an obscene amount of pumpkin flavored treats. 

“Thanks for the offer, by the way.” The festival was packed, the seating options almost nonexistent. She made short work of putting her stuff down onto the cleared off space. “I really wasn’t looking forward to becoming the next main attraction while I stood in the middle of everyone’s way and shoveled this into my face.”

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“I’d never, your discernment for fine food is too good to not compliment,” Evie replied with an easy smile. For dinner, it was likely she would hunt down the kebabs everyone had been raving about. It wasn’t necessarily about the food, but the experience of it all.

The food was exceptional, even if it was nearly a long-time running joke that festival food was innately terrible. 

“The tables filled up pretty damn fast, I know how awkward it is to stand and eat, so I don’t mind sharing,” Evie divulged. She took a bite from the waffle with a smidgen of the chocolate ice cream. It gave a whole new meaning to the term ‘waffle cone’, but she could never resist. The bubble waffle held a deeper vanilla flavor with the heavier chocolate taste of the ice cream. “I think they have a stand that has those dong-shaped ones.”

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carterrhodess​:

‘just say when..’ beat, beat, beat… Carter, watched as the attendant’s eyebrows etched upwards, in not-so subtle judgement at the amount of ketchup he was currently wanting her to drown his curly fries in.. not yet. “and..” she stopped. he shook his head. “no just a bit more..” the bottle started to huff and puff in protest. it was done, but was he? eh, it would have to do, “and stop.” 

with his box of ketchup curly fries in hand, the blonde made his way over to the crowded seating area, well fuck.. maybe he should’ve sorted finding a table first. the last thing he wanted was his fries to get cold. 

leaning down, Carter started to feed himself a few fries with just the aid of his mouth, as he continued on his search for a spare place to rest. the carnival was busy. it always was. he’d been coming here since he was a child and still he’d forgotten just how hectic the place could get around lunch time. he really should’ve timed this snack earlier. 

“argh yud sufr?” [ let’s try that again, but with less food ]. “sorry about that– but are you sure you don’t mind? i’m pretty sure i could convince them to let me ride the ferris wheel till i finish these off if i pay them double..”  though, he didn’t really have a good track record with that ferris wheel, so maybe it was better just to thank the nice stranger for the seat and offer to shout her a root beer or something for her troubles. “would you like me to get you a—- wait, Jimbo’s Waffle Gaza is back??!?” God, he loved that place. “His Turkish Delight… oh my sweet baby cheeses.” judge? she was crazy. he wasn’t going to judge her. he was going to hassle her for directions.

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If no one was going to judge her for eating ice cream in cold weather, Evie certainly couldn’t pass judgment on someone eating ketchup on their fries. 

“It’s their grand re-premiere,” she said instead, pointing to her cup. “7-inch is back, too. I figured this was a bit more dignified to eat in public.” 

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boyd-harris​:

Boyd was hardly a snob when it came to food (he never had the means even if he wanted to) but shitty carnival food would always be a particular soft spot for him. Now that he was getting older, it never settled as well as it once had, but back in his prime he could pack it in like a champ… Luckily, he had Mattie to pick up his slack.

They’d gotten a funnel cake to split between them, and decided to take a break and sit down to eat it. At least, that had been the plan, but it seemed like they weren’t the only one with the same idea…

It was a lucky break when someone cleared out space for them, and they squeezed in with Mattie sitting on his lap. “No judgement, we swear,” Boyd confirmed. “That was actually our other options, but we weren’t nearly brave enough for ice cream in this weather…”

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Evie would milk the festival food for all it was worth. Chillier beverages staved off hiccups, even if it made her shiver in her coat. Was it worth to have a few moments of pleasure when it seemed as if all the world was right? That remained to be seen. 

“You did well with the funnel cake,” she approved with a nod. Her actual dinner had been the soup dumplings and the pho tacos. “The colder you get, the quicker your body warms up, right? Plus, I swear they put something in this ice cream that makes you continuously want to go back for more. What’s your favorite you’ve eaten so far? Or have you just gotten started?”

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rajveervohra​:

I won’t judge you if you won’t judge me,” he smiled, holding up a takeout container of what his colleagues at the hospital would call “a heart attack waiting to happen”. He was really good about the foods he ate on a normal day to day basis, but something about the monstrous serving of bacon cheese fries covered with pickled jalapeno rings and sour cream just felt right in the spirit of Halloween. He was going to have to jog an extra mile and do a few more sit-ups than usual, but it was well worth it. He sat himself down next to the woman and decided it was as good a time as any to introduce himself. “Hi, I’m Raj by the way.”

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“Those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,” she deadpanned with a small smile. Ice cream on a cold day was a numb tongue waiting to happen, but Evie lived life on that particular edge. There wasn’t a whole lot of dessert that couldn’t be made better with whipped cream. She eyed the container with the gargantuan portion of everything unhealthy one could possibly concoct on fries. Bacon and cheese went together with nearly anything, but tacking it on with jalapeno rings was a stroke of genius she hadn’t considered outside of a drunken depression meal. “Especially not with something like that. Someone after my own heart. I’m Evie.” 

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mvrcer​:

The carousel is MASSIVE, lined with pairs of beautifully painted horses, but still not entirely his sort of joyride; probably better suited to younger spirits than he, or at least to pairs. Which he ⁠HAD been one half of — add that to the long list of mistakes he allowed himself roped into by well-meaning friends with poor judgment. Never again.

“Honestly, I’m glad to hear that. I’ll keep that recommendation to MYSELF, and I hope her corndog sucks.” He’s lucky at least ended up seated near someone nice — at least he won’t be sitting in SILENCE for the entire go-around. “I’m Jude, by the way. Cheese dog’s on me after this if you like; in thanks for your company.”

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There was something incredible about carousels, whether it was the bright colors or the intricate detailing that went into every inch of the design. Every bit of color was carefully planned out. Growing up with an architect and a structural engineer and nearly becoming one gave her a different perspective than most. One saw something as basic as a carousel, she recognized the hard work. An architect knew every nail, every bolt, and every light bulb that went into all of their projects. It all paid off with everyone’s surroundings.

Maybe that was a tad too sentimental.

“Some people don’t deserve good food. I like to wish things like that on people when they’ve pissed me off. May be petty, but I’d rather wish someone steps in water while wearing socks than actual harm. It’s not out of line to wish someone never found a food they liked for a week or a month,” she agreed as she pulled herself onto the back of a scuffed black horse with a faded red saddle. “I’m Evie. And I will never say no to cheese dogs.”

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lolakelly​:

When Lola noticed the paintbrush in Evie’s mouth she couldn’t help but make a face. Before she could say anything, she recalled what she’d had in her own mouth throughout her life and thought better than to judge someone else. 

“I was definitely not trying for wacky tobacky…” It made Lola laugh though. A sound that felt weird in her mouth with how life had been going as of late. She liked it. As strange as it was. “..yours looks..” Her mahogany eyes peered over to see a work of art. Literally. Beyond anything Lola could ever do.  “..amazing, as usual… Maybe you shouldn’t be in a beginner’s art class?”

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“The good news is, whatever you mess up on, you can take some orange, match it to the pumpkin, and fix your mistakes if that’s what you want to do,” Evie pointed out. She had taken to matching her pumpkin’s blues and oranges to match. She carefully dipped brush in the silver paint to add details alongside the teal background. “Yeah, I was going with the freaky, mausoleum-esque vibe that Kim Kardashian had with those random pumpkins in her house, but then I decided, maybe I shouldn’t traumatize kids.”

Painting was something she could use to push out the outside world and it hadn’t taken long for something else to take hold. The Cinderella pumpkin had been simple, but pretty nonetheless. “Remember that episode of Friends where Monica went into the beginner’s cooking class?” she joked.

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mvrcer​:

⌊ anyone  |  fall harvest carnival ⌋  @vancitystarters ​

He’s chanting expletives under his breath because this is a family-friendly event and he still has at least THAT much self-control left; regardless of how short the queue has become and the fact that for whatever reason, the very person who’d tasked him with holding their place in line was STILL not back from getting her ‘desperately-needed’ corndog. Jude isn’t sure why he agreed to holding their spot while she was gone — isn’t fully sure why he’s here to BEGIN WITH, actually — but by the time he finally decides to just abandon ship and suffer his absent companion’s ire, he’s already getting herded onto the ride with the person behind him. There’s no turning back now. Jude’s expression is guilty as he takes his place, glancing back at the queue as if he could figure out if he’d stolen someone else’s ride partner. All in all — FAR from ideal.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he mutters, now that the necessity against coarse language has been rendered obsolete. His tone is both irritated AND apologetic — if the other did want to board with someone else, it would probably take another half hour wait in line. “Hope I haven’t separated you from a friend or date or something. I was waiting for someone to get back.” He rubs a hand over his face. “With their fucking corndog.”

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Admittedly, Evie still lived on a college diet: Pop-Tarts, ramen noodles, macaroni and cheese, or anything readily available to eat once she got off work. Food trucks were another staple, but fair/festival food? It was her favorite. So far, her favorite was either the funnel cake with the strawberry slices and ice cream or the cheese dogs. 

At the moment, it had been a solid while since she had last eaten and it was to the rides she went. It was about a half hour wait until she approached the front and someone’s voice caught her attention. “No, I tend to go to these places by myself. I have a system. It’s a shame they went for the corn dogs, the cheese dogs are way better,” she commented.

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angeliaparedes​:

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GHOST TOURS, THE ORACLE ─── Waiting on the tour to get underway, Angelia eyed the bus outside of the magic shop with curiosity. She hoped with all hope that it wasn’t going to be a ride where a guide pointed out the windows at specific things and told some stories. The only reason the superstitious woman had even signed up and headed to The Oracle where the tour was supposed to take off from was because she wanted the opportunity to walk through the laces around Vancouver that had the biggest histories and legendary spooks to them. “Have you ever done one of these before?” Angelia asked the person standing near her. “A ghost tour,” she clarified. “I’ve always wanted to but never wanted to mess with it.” No idea on why she had chosen to do it now. “Some advice— don’t go straight home from where the tour ends.”

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Ever since Evie was little, the ghost tour had been a staple. At first, she’d hidden in her grandmother’s arms upon hearing the tales of those passed, but now she could practically recite them as though she were the guide herself. It was a tradition. 

“I do them every year. Plus the walking tour,” she responded to a question and golden-brown eyes flickered over to make sure someone actually spoke to her and not on their phone. “At least it’s not step-by-step instructions on the Ouija board. Ghost stories are my favorite.”