@tornvoid liked for a starter ! | x (accepting)
Evie spied with her little brown eyes someone... needing a little spice. The look was good, the look was great, but she could sense something more. There was something there beneath the horrible uniforms they were forced to wear. Evie could definitely see her in some dark purple, maybe even bright yellow. There was lots of potential.
Evie sort of ran an underground fashion club at the school. Dedicated to rocking the uniforms the best they could, and sneaking out and showing off true outfits. She sewed a lot of the outfits, and already her mind was craving something new. Although, Stella seemed like a good girl. Honest, devote Catholic, and honestly a good little girl.
But Evie wasn’t. She wanted to be, but it was so easy to be bad. Especially with the rules surrounding them. She was going to have to be careful, in case Stella was a snitch.
“Hi Stella,” Evie said, flouncing up to her with a smile. “I adore your hair, do you anything special to it?”
Nice, pleasant opening. She hoped it provided an in.
