It was late. Not too late, around ten or eleven, but most of the Lodge had settled down. Even if people weren't sleeping, they were quiet. Evelyn wasn't in her room, though, she had decided to make a rare public appearance that just so happened to be when there was little-to-no public to witness it.
Could you blame her? The Lodge was crawling with her family, and with the exception of her brother they were all the worst. As for the non-Stirling members of the Lodge, she wasn't so sure. This place was so heavily associate with her dumbass cousin for leading it and her bitchy ass aunt for dragging her here, her instincts told her not to get involved, to stay distant. This place was part of the job.
But it wasn't, not really. It was part of it, but it was also her... no, she didn't really have a home, and this place wasn't a house. Ugh, she hated to put it this way, but it really was the best way to. These were her lodgings, and she was going to have to get used to that.
Besides, sitting around in her room was getting boring.
So here Evelyn was, pacing around the kitchen, trying to sort something out to eat. Half of the cupboards were open, as were several drawers, but in that moment she couldn't give less of a rat's ass about that. She was hungry and she wanted the most bizarre thing she could put together without making her sick.
//yeah idk what this is either
[spoiler=——& INFORMATION ——& UPDATED JANUARY 26TH, 2020]—& Evelyn Stirling * Cis Female * She/Her * 26-27 y/o * Heterosexual
—& Single * No crushes * No maybe crushes * Not actively looking
—& Richard Stirling and Faith Breslin * Younger sister of Peter Stirling
—& Loyal to the Stirling family * Regular member of Flintlock Lodge
—& ON THE JOB: cold * distant * calculating * impatient * unamused
—& OFF THE JOB: warm * lively * friendly * goofy * lazy * expressive
—& Long dark brown hair * Gray eyes * 5'8" * FC is Alexis Knapp
—& Skilled with firearms * Always armed * Medium-Hard difficulty
—& Attack in bold underlined #7282C2 and @/EVELYN STIRLING
[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Elwin has been watching this girl buzz around the kitchen for nearly fifteen minutes now. At first, he'd just come down here for a quick late-night snack, which only consisted of a single slice of bread and nothing else, planning to hobble back to bed once he'd quelled the hunger rumbling in his stomach. Now he's got half a slice of bread left on his plate, watching with one brow raised as this stranger flits to and fro, compiling various foods.
"... there's bread, if you're that desperate," he interjects. "I'm not going to finish this. You can have it." And with that, he extends the half-eaten slice of bread out towards her, waving it around wildly until it tears and lands on the floor with a sad, faint slap. Oh. "Nevermind." The ants can have that one.
[sub]the artist formerly known as hal[/sub]
Hoot gives Hal’s body a hug
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"] Maybe it was a sibling thing, but Peter found himself gravitating towards the kitchen too for something to eat. After all, he didn't really stick around for dinner. Not for long, anyways. After all, there was something so loud and abrasive about the cafeteria during dinner times, but maybe that was only whenever Alfie or Tommy opened their loud, highly galling mouths when passing opinions which literally mattered to nobody. Peter had never met faces so punchable - but, then again, he had spent a lot of his time with Freddie...
That gave Peter some hope. Maybe one day he'd also grow used to those nuisances.
When stepping into the kitchen, Peter stood awkwardly in the doorway, features grim and eyes mildly frowning as his gaze shifted around at those in the kitchen. His sister was there and of course she'd left all of the drawers open. His chest felt tight, staring at the disarray momentarily before he wordlessly shuffled in, beginning to shut the drawers behind Evelyn. Elwin was talking - not that Peter was listening - and Peter only lifted his head as he heard a soft slap of food landing on the ground. He stared over, blinking at the teenager for a couple seconds with parted lips, before he grumbled quietly, ❝ Are you going to pick that up? ❞
Way to sap all of the amusement out of the room, Peter.
[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||
[align=center] TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]
The dude that had just been watching her was pretty weird, but she did her best to ignore him, humming under her breath as she went about her business. Then, at long last, he spoke. Offering her the remaining half of his bread, which promptly fell to the floor. She stared at it, stared at him, one eyebrow raised. "Thaanks for the offerrrr..." Evelyn replied, turning back to her cooking.
Ah, and there was Peter, standing in the doorway and no doubt judging her. No problem, he knew he was as stuck with her as she was with him, and that he'd seen her do far worse. "Yeah, don't leave a mess!" As she said that, Evelyn nudged the closest drawer shut with her leg. Self conscious? Nooo...
[spoiler=——& INFORMATION ——& UPDATED JANUARY 26TH, 2020]—& Evelyn Stirling * Cis Female * She/Her * 26-27 y/o * Heterosexual
—& Single * No crushes * No maybe crushes * Not actively looking
—& Richard Stirling and Faith Breslin * Younger sister of Peter Stirling
—& Loyal to the Stirling family * Regular member of Flintlock Lodge
—& ON THE JOB: cold * distant * calculating * impatient * unamused
—& OFF THE JOB: warm * lively * friendly * goofy * lazy * expressive
—& Long dark brown hair * Gray eyes * 5'8" * FC is Alexis Knapp
—& Skilled with firearms * Always armed * Medium-Hard difficulty
—& Attack in bold underlined #7282C2 and @/EVELYN STIRLING
[/spoiler]
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— eyes fluttered open, blinking tiredly. he slowly sat up from his spot in the living room. he seriously needed to stop vegging out on the couch. in his mind, it was the perfect spot to observe others (it wasn’t so easy to observe others with your eyes closed, though). eyes wandered around, seeing it was already dark out. damn. getting up, he initially planned to head towards his room. the commotion in the kitchen managed to catch his attention, however, and he deterred from his original plan.
“lighten up, petey,” he lightheartedly hummed, lightly slapping the man on the back as he walked into the kitchen. he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder and grin at the man- someone he probably should’ve been more scared of than anyone else, yet someone he teased just the same.
gaze wandered over towards whatever evelyn was making. “whatever you’re making, could you make enough for two?” he was starving- at this point he’d fight her for whatever food she came up with. there simply wasn't time to make it, himself (he would dramatically try and defend if she told him to).
[align=center][div style="width:345px; font-family: arial; font-size:10pt; color: #060845;"] DON'T JUST STAND AND STARE
[size=10pt] *･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
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