thick long waves of black hair, emerald eyes that lured you in, scarlet red lips that contrasted pale skin. just another crazy meeting with other crazies.
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Evelynn stares at the exit. She tried not to be so obvious with her looks but the door was looking better by the second. 'Should I run for it?', the raven-haired beauty thought. If she runs fast enough, she could get to the door. She only needs to exit then she can hide her presence from them and easily run away. Evelynn spared a glance to Chrollo, who was looking down on a book, turning the pages every few minutes. She knew that he knew what she was planning but she was willing to take a chance. Machi was still somewhere behind Chrollo acting as a guard. She was warier of Feitan and Phinks, they were sitting on the crates closest to the exit.
"Don't even think about it", Feitan snarls at the green-eyed ferociously. Barking at her like a dog. Phinks add onto it with a glare of his own and Evelynn laugh inside her head at how they were acting.
"Well, you've been keeping me here for so long. I demand to at least know why"
Chrollo's smooth voice glide over the walls reaching your ears, "I was going to ask you if you'd like to join the troupe"
"No." The spider's head raises his defined eyebrows, questioning her certainty. "I think you're having the wrong idea, Mr. Lucilfer. I don't give second times"
Evelynn sneers at Chrollo, her condescending tone dripping with disrespect. She felt the mood in the church darkening. Intense bloodlust coming from mainly three people: Machi, Feitan, and Phinks. Evelynn thinks Chrollo has his dogs on a very tight leash, they all seemed to be very loyal to him.
'They'll probably die for him'
But Chrollo stays composed, not even raising to Evelynn's provocations. Smiling at Evelynn like she was a child throwing a tantrum. It irritated her to no end, his calm demeanor, never biting the bait. "Settle down. Miss Evelyn is our guest and we shouldn't show such hostile behavior to our guest, correct?"
The bloodlust dampens slightly with Chrollo's warning. Chrollo smirks and replies, his tone full of conviction. "We'll see if there really is no second time"
That was it. Evelynn had enough, she wasn't going to wait anymore. These people were not right in the head, plus she was going to miss her aircraft. She really needed to go. She's going to risk gaining the fury of the Phantom Troupe. She was currently in the middle of the church, a great position to dash for the exit, only needing to run hard straight to the exit. She readies herself and in a flash, she uses Chūkan and materializes her double-bladed tails. She let it dig to the ground in front of her and cannonball her way out of there, the same way she always does when she was in need of a speedy escape. She curls into a ball as she hits the door to minimize the damage. Every part of her escape was fluid and sharp, centuries of practice perfecting her form. She feels some small pieces of wood going into her skin turning into splinters, 'That'll be nasty'