Bwhahaha, yes I am alive, it has been a very long time. But for the first time, in a long time, I have the time to write. So I gope you enjoy it, sorry if I am a bit rusty, it has been a while. please R&R!
Disclaimer: I-Own-Nothing, besides Evelyn and Mr.Flint...they are MINE!
Footsteps echoing within the great entrance of the Vatican, Carl looked back to make sure his company was following and not laging behind. As usual, Mr.Flint was inspecting and overlooking the paintings on the ceiling and walls, his eyes seeming to drink in the gold lacing and vibrant hues. Tumbs hooked in the belt holder of his pants, he clicked his heels in approval, a ghost of a satisfied smile on his aging face. Evelyn on the other hand, was a different story. Only one word could describe the emotions set on her face. Pure and utter bordeum, her face resembled that of a five year old, forced to go to a musem, only to be told to stay put and watch the painting. Painting as in singular, as in "never move". That is the expression that her face held, and she looked ready to burst, or have a tantrum. The group stood in the foyer for a good ten minutes as Mr. Flint inspected the murals and even the floor with great interest.
"can you just imagine, Michleangelo walked on this very floor!" he proclaimed, adjusting the specticals on the bridge of his nose, as they slowing slipped down. "fasinating" he muttered under his breath.
On the side, Carl was wipping the sweat off his hands, even now he still wanted oh-so-very-much to please his former tutor. But it seemed he was still the same stuttery Carl, the one who was unable to get a decent hair cut and alwasy seemed to walk in or speak up at the worst of times. As Mr. Flint continued on, Carl cleared his throat, catching the inventor's attention and causing Evelyn to look over at his lazily.
"well um.I-I think we should continue um...on to the...d-d-d" he stuttered.
"dormitories"Evelyn spoke up for the first time with a strained smile. Her voice sounded strained. like a lemon being overly squeezed, yet smooth at the same time, showing obvious charsmatic charactersitics.
"um...yes those" Carl agreed lamely, as he motioned with his hand towards one of the side doors in the foyer. Walking in a half trip, Carl opened the door, and held it wide for Mr.Flint and the bag-carreying Evelyn. Creaking as it closed behind them, Carl jumped slightly. Living in the Order and working with the ever rash Van Helsing has perminatly made the friar both skittish and jumpy at any small sound. As it was shown at this moment, wipping some sweat from his brow he lead them down the hall and a pair of stairs to the area where they would be staying.
"this sir, i-is you room" he told Mr.Flint who nodded and opened to door, reveling a modest yet well furnished room of comendable size.
"very nice old chap, very nice" he told Carl, patting him on the back again, casuing the poor man to fall forward a tad. "Not quiet like the first rate hotels that we passed, but still good" he added, making Carl's face slightly drop.
Behind him he heard a noise, and saw Evelyn place three of the five bags down on the floor. They hit the ground with a clang here, and a tad of a boom there. Stretching her arms above her head, she looked over at Carl with a blank face. It took a while for him to catch on, but once he did he went over to the door across the hall and opened it.
"and this i-is um...yours" he informed her. It was smaller then her tutor's room and more modest with one less chair. Walking in, she went over to the middle of the room and put down her bags more lightly then Mr.Flints, being careful with one but placing down so gently you would think it might explode.
Which was what went through Carl's head.
-does she also deal with viscous materials?-he wondered to himself, as she walked up to him and crossed her arms.
"where do I work?" she asked bluntly, as Mr.Flint chuckled behind Carl.
-I'm surrounded- was the first paranoid thought that popped into the friar's head as he turned to see his formoer tutor and then turned again to see the girl whom he started to dislike more and more.
"now, Evelyn show respect to Carl here"he chidded her, causing a strange expression to arise on her face "he was ofcourse, my finest student" he said with a hint of pride in his voice, as Carl in turn puffed out his chest.
A gint of something dangerous flicked across the girl's brown eyes, that it seemed only Carl saw, and right away he felt that awful chill go down his spine. That he also aquired from working with Van Helsing, that chill that told him that either.
a) he has crossed a line of some sort that was never pointed out to him
b)he was in serious troble that he most likely won't come out alive from
c) he was catching a cold
d)all of the above.
And for some undescriable reason, he had a feeling that he should have added in a "e" with the title, "both a and b" becuase the look the young woman was giving him gave him a nice bout out the hibbie gibbies. Her eyes were still on Carl, eyes that looked ready to shoot nine inche poision arrows relesed from heavy weight oak cross bow with recieveing...-hrmmmm not a bad idea for a new weapon- Carl thought to himself, getting caught up in his inventive mind. Plans were already forming in his wild mind, the cut, the exact lengths and weights, he was so engrossed, that he did not catch Mr.Flint giving him a impressed look.
"i see you are planning something old boy" he stated, nodding his head as Carl looked at him blankly. He heard a strange tittering sound behind him and turned to see Evelyn clencthing her small fists.
open.
close.
open.
-oh boy- He thought to him, eyes wide. -scary girl...-he concluded, nodding to himself. A hand clamped on his shoulder, and he looked once again to see Mr.Flint walking away.
"if you don't mind old chap, i would like to view the rest of the church" he said to Carl, walking down the hall "come Evelyn"he told her, looking back at her for a second and went one his way.
Clearing his throat, Carl felt uneasy under Evelyn's stare which had the strange ablitly to make him want to hide under the nearest chair, desk, and/or bed. A lick of his lips and a breath or two and he found his voice.
"it will be n-n-nice to have a f-fellow inventor around" he lied, straining a smile and opening his arms in a sense to friendship, though he did not open his arms in a literal state. "i am sure w-we will get along well...perhaps...even b-b-become friends?" he ended in an whimpering sound. At that point a strange smile had formed on her face.
"that i hightly doubt" she stated as a fact, and followed the direction the Mr.Flint had taken. "there can only be one great inventor" she added as she rounded the corner and disappered, leaving Carl to stand by the door of her bedroom which he closed, with one though on his mind.
-I am in serious troble-
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