—dancing skip in her step smiling away as she passed everyone who stared. Even singing along to Single Ladies by Beyoncé. But that wasn't—

—appearing to happen by the brunette woman. Instead her focus went from visiting the clinic to now heading to the canteen. Placing her—

—self in a lengthy line until it was her turn. "A gingerbread latte and brownie please..." At least this growing depression didn't rid of—

—her manners. Everyn took the scolding cup into her metal palm and digits, the brownie in her left hand as she seated herself at the—

—canteen table. For an odd reason she became paranoid, almost feeling like she was being watched. But her emerald eyes stayed focused on—

—the table. Watching the steam from her latte fog up into the air and disappear. Her right hand rests on the table; the metal index finger—

—gently tapping away as she waited. Those eyes she felt on her in a paranoid sense, she was waiting to say hello.

//When twitter is fucking up your RP and now I don't know if it's put my responses out correctly. FML

"Note to self: Leon and Erik were right about the canteen food."

Everyn sits in her office, flicking the pen on the desk to a sound of a rhyme as she examines the bright screen on her wooden desk. Her —

—right foot helps her sway back and forth as she loses focus. The long lashes of the brunette flicker a little as she starts to stare into—

—space as her view blurs of the screen. Her mind wanders, almost her imagination going back to the apartment. Was it for sale? Why was it—

—catching her interest so much? All these unanswered questions and yet nothing to come from it. It bugged her, almost becoming more than—

—just irritating. Everyn snaps out of it, locking the computer to protect her work before removing herself from the office chair and —

—heading to the shooting range to get rid of her frustration that had been building up the past few days.

"You try and be truthful and everyone freaks out. Try and be a liar, only makes things worse." She mutters to herself as she presses the—

—trigger lightly on the 1911 pistol as it pierces the paper sheet with the target symbols printed onto it.

//Still proud of this youtu.be/-UzVbvAflzc

Whatever our religious faith, showing others loving kindness is the best way to bring about inner peace.

//Sorry for never being active. Seemed like no one wanted to RP with me anymore and I lost my dad a month ago. Things are hard and it hurts…