The Psychotic Musician Who Plays Sports

Cora had been walking around the camp and she didn't know what to do for the day. Things were quiet almost the whole time, while she was around here. Soon enough though she went back to her cabin and she found her acoustic. Her fingers ran across the smooth instrument and then over the strings. She knew that being in the cabin wasn't a safe thing for the moment, because if she played the guitar in here, someone would be watching her.

Eventually Cora went out putting a coral beanie hat on her head and putting her matching converse on and she grabbed her guitar. She found a spot that was super quiet in the courtyard and she knew not many people would be around. She didn't want to be seen so she also decided to climb a tree and she sat up on the branch and had the leaves hide her while she played her guitar. She played different chords and eventually she had started playing one of her original tunes and humming along with it since she didn't feel like singing, it wasn't a too secluded space, so she couldn't open up that much to singing in the open like that. The wind was blowing a bit but not too much, just enough to rustle her blonde locks a bit.

(I'm bad at entrance posts xD)

Like a whirlwind. That could be how you describe Everna "Ever" Constant in many senses. She's the calm before the storm and the terror that rips it apart at the same time. How is this possible, you may ask? Well, she's insane. Oh, but she's sane too. She's half insane, half sane. But that's just Ever. Today, she was smiling like a clown and cartwheeling everywhere. She had to stop for a moment when she heard the guitar. Ever stopped. She looked around as her pupils shrank back to a decent size.

"Oh hey... I know this song... I think. It sounds familiar..." she murmured to herself. She approached the tree and looked up, spotting a figure. "Hey! What's that you're playing?"

Just then it happened again, she went back to flips and tricks. This time she bounced from the tree and did a few handsprings, laughing maniacally. Of course, for anyone that knew Ever, it was common for her to exhibit this kind of behaviour. She'd come down soon and experience a huge headache. As always.

OOC: Sorry, guys. I need Ever. Sorry for the one liner, too.

Ever decided it didn't matter and left.

OOC: Sorry, I might have to use Ephraim somewhere.

Ephraim left the courtyard, remembering he needed to go somewhere else.