The truth? Evangaline was here in White Eagle, Kansas for no reason. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun still bright. More of the truth: Evie had came to Kansas for a break, and ended up in a ghost town only gods new how. Her favorite tank-top from Rebel circus read: Bad influence, but damn fun. Ripped skinny jeans and black lace up boots completed the outfit, all of it black, making the daughter of Venus look gothic in a way as her eyes were practically covered in black eyeliner as well. The only thing not dark about her appearance? Strikingly blonde hair with bright green stripes running through it.
All in all, her break wasn't even a break. That was why she had already killed a dracaena on her way here. Also why she had been driven into a ghost town as a means of escape. None the less, out of breath, her imperial gold blade at her side, she would come to a stop at what appeared to be a old brick court house. Her bag full of supplies was over he shoulder as she sat down on the old steps.
All in all, her break wasn't even a break. That was why she had already killed a dracaena on her way here. Also why she had been driven into a ghost town as a means of escape. None the less, out of breath, her imperial gold blade at her side, she would come to a stop at what appeared to be a old brick court house. Her bag full of supplies was over he shoulder as she sat down on the old steps.