Eve Levine

Eve was sitting out on the front porch of the cottage with a cup of coffee in her hands. It'd gone cold a long time ago, but holding it was a soothing, comforting action. It was something familiar, something she could cling to.

She didn't like what was going on, didn't like it one bit. But even more than that, she didn't like that there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't do well with being completely unable to do something about a situation. She never and and probably never would.

Sighing, she took a sip of her cold-as-hell coffee and made a face. She should really go inside and microwave it or something.

[Open like an open thing!]

Eve hadn't been able to get hold of Savannah, which worried her only for a second until she looked out the window and had that overwhelming urge to start flailing. Um, hi, getting out of town nao, and that was her only concern.

But she couldn't go just anywhere. She still had people who mattered, even if she couldn't get hold of Savannah. And Savannah would never forgive her for not making sure that Gwynn was all right.

She made one last attempt at calling Savannah -- it made sense to her, after all -- and when she got no answer this time, she was out the door without so much as a suitcase.

She might regret that later.

Eve had just pulled the longest shift ever -- or what felt like it, at least -- and now she was happily curled up on the couch with her favorite alcohol and her favorite trashy television show.

It was a good evening. A peaceful evening. She liked those evenings.

She didn't have nearly enough of them.

[It won't be peaceful for long! Open for phone calls, texts, emails, whatever.]

Eve was of the opinion that homework was ass. She hadn't liked it the first time she'd had to do it, and she hadn't liked it when she was at Fandom, so why the hell was she going to like it now that she was a business major?

Answer: she wasn't.

Which explained why she was sitting on her couch with a textbook on her lap and a pint of ice cream in her hands. If she had to study, she might as well have fun while doing it.

And then later she'd call Sean and make him explain this stuff to her so it actually sounded like English and not utter nonsense.

Or she'd do it tomorrow, since Phoebe was coming over tonight. Yeah, that would make more sense. Because really, like Eve was going to be in any mood to do her homework once her friend actually got there? Hell, she was barely in the mood to do it now. But she had to admit, at least it killed the time.

[For Phoebe!]

Things occurred to Eve at the most random of times, like when the fact that her boyfriend was from fifteen years in the past and a universe to the side or so occurred to her in the middle of the kata she was going through.

Oh, she knew this already, of course she did. But her mind liked to remind her of it at the strangest times. She hid it well, though, coming to the end of it and looking to Adam with a triumphant grin.

"Not half damn bad, huh?"

She was more than "not half damn bad," though. Adam or one of his friends worked with her every time she was there and she kept up with it back home. She wasn't as good as Adam and his friends were, but she could more than hold her own in a fight.

[For one that knows who he is!]

Eve had been coming down with something for the past couple days, so it wasn't really surprising when she'd woken up that morning feeling like absolute shit. She'd crawled out of bed only long enough to shower -- and pray to God she didn't pass out in the shower -- before putting fresh pajamas on and crawling back into bed.

She'd slept most of the day, which meant that now she was pretty much wide awake. And since she hadn't eaten anything, she was in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl of soup. She wasn't actually hungry, but she knew she needed to at least try getting something into her system.

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Eve was sitting on the floor of her living room, homework spread out in front of her as she ate directly from a takeout carton. Yum, Chinese. From a place Benicio had recommended, but she was going to ignore that part.

She had her phone off to the side, close enough that she could get to it but far enough away that she could mostly resist the temptation to grab it and start texting people. She did have work to do, after all.

... clearly, this meant that people just needed to call her, instead.

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It'd been a long day, which meant Eve was about to settle in with two of her favorite things: booze and really bad horror movies. Because really, when you were both witch and demon, the inaccuracies that movies held about both species could be pretty damn hilarious. Okay, and occasionally vaguely close to the truth, but mostly just wrong and hilarious as hell.

She popped a DVD in, hit play, and headed off to the kitchen in search of booze. A couple minutes later, having missed absolutely nothing of importance, she was curled up on the couch with a beer in hand.

Ah, this was the life.

[Open for phone calls, visits, texts, emails, whatever, you name it!]

Eve's portal out wasn't until the next morning, but she was getting her things packed now. Or at least vaguely together, so she wouldn't have to run around the next morning and risk being late.

The TV was on, some news channel that Eve wasn't particularly paying attention to aside from following it enough to know it was some financial show. She was more interested in getting her stuff together, dirty laundry going in a bag, and then looking over the bar to see what they hadn't gone through the night before.

There wasn't much left, really, but there was a psychotically over-priced can of Coke left, which Eve promptly snagged out of the mini-bar before finally sitting down in front of the TV.

[For one!]

After graduation was over and after having talked to Annja, Gwynn, and Savannah, Eve headed back to her suite. She didn't have to be off-island for another day or two, so she was going to make the most of it by God. And that included enjoying the Jello Dragon Suite as much as was possible.

The first thing she did was change into jeans and a t-shirt. The second thing she did was fix herself a drink. And the third thing she did was check her school email to make sure she didn't have anything to reply to. (She'd kept up a rigorous correspondence with her professors during that month she'd been gone, and they'd been awesome about it. Of course, she'd explained it as a family issue, but details details. She wasn't telling them she'd turned into someone else and killed people.)

The fourth thing she did? Sprawl out on the couch with a contented sigh and turn the TV on.

[Open like an open thing! You don't even have to know her all that well to stop by.]