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Genevieve Jones (n.) -- the epitome of power. Wendigo, cult leader, student at Truman Capote High School in Barton Hollow, Louisiana. Dangerous to humans and supernatural alike. Can you use it in a sentence? "Don't get too close to that Genevieve Jones. She can practically smell fear."

[evangeline-abrams]

why evangeline abrams should never go to parties // evangeline & genevieve

[evangeline-abrams]

"You’re a fucking alligator. You think I’m gonna recognize you?" Evangeline sighed deeply, rolling her eyes as she sunk down, back resting against the cool wall. "Whoever you are, I’m sure you did. Just tell me your name, alright?" Meeting the narrow eyes of the alligator, she forced the kindest of smiles that she could muster.

[wenevieve]

"Oh, you must remember me, Evangeline," Genevieve said. She felt years older than her teenager self, especially when floating so high that she could look down upon her conversation mate. With a mischievous grin, Gen swooped down and flew between Evangeline's legs with a throaty, reptilian giggle. "Your precious friend Genevieve? Surely I don't look that different -- save for the scales."

[evangeline-abrams]

why evangeline abrams should never go to parties // evangeline & genevieve

[evangeline-abrams]

Evangeline knew she was strong - the bruised faces and bloody noses she often left in her path sure as hell showed that - but she was no match for a flying alligator, even one that was only temporarily in the state before becoming a clumsy, perfectly ordinary human again. Struggling not to scream, Evangeline clutched her purse like a lifeline, biting down on her lip hard.

"Fuck off," she hissed. "If you hurt me, I’ll kill you, got that? Now, who the hell are you?" she demanded, running a hand through a newly starry mass of hair. "You’re talking - you can’t be a real flying alligator."

[wenevieve]

Genevieve felt manic. The crowd, the humidity, the excitement -- it was getting to her head rather quickly. For a moment, she harbored an unprecedented sense of pride. Who says I'm not the flying alligator? In a town where you have human walking hand hand hand with goddesses like Genevieve Jones, anything is possible. With a shake of her head, Gen rid herself of the thought, narrowing her amphibious eyes at the human.

"What, you don't remember me?" She questioned rhetorically, putting that unique, all-knowing tone back into her voice; although not her own again, it still rang with an unbridled authority only Genevieve Jones could present. "I'd have thought I'd have made a lasting impression."

[evangeline-abrams]

why evangeline abrams should never go to parties // evangeline & genevieve

Evangeline, the most “innocent” of her friends, had always been warned about what could happen at parties. Somebody could hurt her, her dress could be ruined, she’d get lost and wander into some shady neighborhood - but turning into a painting, complete with frame, was not something that she’d seen coming. See, this was why she should have never even thought of attending this awful party - not because she’d trip on spilt punch or something foolish like that.

It only got worse, however, when Evangeline came across a flying alligator. “Fuck!” Evangeline screamed, not caring who heard her. “What - who - are you?” she demanded, backing away from the terrifying creature. “Why?” came her second question, sinking down to the ground and covering her rather, well, starry face with her purse.

[wenevieve]

Genevieve Jones had never been to a real party before -- the high schoolers she was forced to spend her time with were overwhelmingly childish, and never had she had an opportunity to show off her maturity. But this Halloween festival? It was perfect. She would look dazzling; she would shrug off Abbey for the night; and she would, no matter what strange oddity Barton Hollow whipped up, come out on top.

It can be promised that Genevieve Jones was very much unaware of the fact that she would turn into the Flying Alligator.

There was an initial sense of disappointment; her makeup and hair had looked absolutely superb, and she now had no way to show that off. But that unhappiness quickly morphed into anticipation. She would take pictures for Instagram when she arrived home, and would enjoy the night in the way she really was meant to; above all the rest, more powerful, supreme.

Running into one of her newest acquaintances, Genevieve grinned, showing off her wide row of pointy teeth and winked. "Don't blame me," she rasped, taking in the girl's ridiculous outfit. "You're the one made out of oil paints."

[topherlennon-deactivated2015012]

Fair enough. What were you referring to, then?

[wenevieve]

November 2nd -- Velma Barfield Day, of course.

[topherlennon-deactivated2015012]

If you mean Halloween, you’re several days late, kid.

[wenevieve]

Well, I'm not an idiot, so no, I don't mean Halloween.

[wenevieve]

You don't think it's too late to celebrate, do you? I'm only a day late.

[siennasaldrich]

You’re very confident, aren’t you?

I apologize - that sounded rude. It’s a great thing to be confident, really.

[wenevieve]

Trust me, I know. If you were me, you'd be confident, too.

[evangeline-abrams]

Contrary to your belief, cursing doesn’t make you seem older and better. Actual maturity does - then, maybe I wouldn’t call you sweet.

[wenevieve]

Maybe not that kind of cursing, sure.

[maeve-parker-deactivated2014112]

And what type of orders do high schoolers yell, exactly?

[wenevieve]

Any orders necessary.

[siennasaldrich]

That’s a lovely name. It’s, uh, nice to meet you.

[wenevieve]

Oh, yes -- I'm sure it is.

[evangeline-abrams]

Well, aren’t you sweet, little girl?

[wenevieve]

Go fuck yourself. How's that for sweet?

[maeve-parker-deactivated2014112]

Suit yourself.

You’d think with a two persons team, leadership would be equally shared. You only really need a big guy yelling orders when you’re dealing with a significant amount of soldiers, no?

[wenevieve]

You need a "big guy yelling orders" when there's a big guy and orders to be yelled.

[evangeline-abrams]

I’m an Evangeline, that’s what I am.

[wenevieve]

I don't like you, I don't think.

[siennasaldrich]

Really? Uh - who are you?

[wenevieve]

My name's Genevieve.

[maeve-parker-deactivated2014112]

Sweetheart, I can hold my own against a demon but there are powerful ones out there who would eat you alive, bones and all. Be careful, alright? You can be fabulous, fearless and still have your limitations.

Does Abbey know that, too?

[wenevieve]

Goddesses don't have limitations, sweetheart.

Yes. It's not easily missed.

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