.:Stereotype High:. [Status: Accepting~]*Semi-lit*

[Quackzilla!]

Evangeline's cries simmered down to a whimper, and finally began to dry up. She snuggled back into Shawn with a muffled sigh, exausted from everything. The crying, movie-watching, rain, the note, all of the commotion with Shawn's father; it was all getting to her. To define the feeling most appropriately, Eve honestly wanted to die. Just so nothing would bother her anymore. When Shawn picked up the note, she shook her head, laying limply on the cold floor. "He's practically a ghost, Shawn...there's no way anyone could track him. Not even Sherlock Holmes himself."

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Shawn dropped the note, and recoiled into his previous position on the floor. "There's not much we can do but reprt it to the cops." He said, looking at the floor doubtfully. His house had caught on fire once when he attempted to burn his father's cigarette stash. Most of the house had been destroyed by the time the firemen and police arrived. He looked at Eve, feeling too many emotions at once to count.

[Quackzilla!]

Evangeline cringed as Shawn spoke and bit her lip, refusing to cry. "If we tell the police...Lord knows what he'll do. If he knows where I am, he knows where you are, too." She shivered out of fear and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase her thoughts. It was like trying to get rid of a bubble; erase one memory, and two more replaced it. When you erased each of those, there was four. It just kept going. Sighing, Eve rolled to face Shawn, a defeated expression on her face. "Besides; who knows how that man bends. He might try and...k-kidnap us. Or worse." She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, trying to calm herself.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

(OOC: Eve is SUCH a pessimist. x3)

Shawn reached out and took Eve's hand in his. He cleared his throat, feeling groggy. "I honestly don't know what to tell you." He said, slipping up his sleeve to reveal the time. The sun would be up in the next half-hour. "This is just too real." He saaid, wiping the edges of his eyes. "I want to desperately change things..." He said, enjoying the cold tile.

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: I know! T-T -smacks Eve- BE OPTIMISTIC, DAMNIT!
Evangeline: Nyaaaah! D':

Evangeline squeezed Shawn's hand, nodding as he spoke. It was an almost frightening aspect; this was real, not some little dream that they could wake up from and laugh about. "How I wish I had a DeLorean," She said softly, forcing a laugh that was so sad it was almost angry-sounding. She sat up slowly and crossed her legs, staring intently at her feet, as if they might suddenly speak and tell her some sort of answer to things. "I...I just wish he'd leave me...us...alone."

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

(OOC:Shawn: D': Don't hurt Evee! *swat*)

Shawn sat up after a moment Eve did, and began to think about things. Had the man literally been stalking them? If so, how long? He was starting to get a headache, which worsened by the second. "I don't know if there's anything we can do at the moment except wait for him to show his face." He growled, leaning back up against the ground.

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: -dangles Shawn's N64 out the window- Don't make me drop it, boy! D:<
Evangeline: NOT THE N64! D: ))

Evangeline watched Shawn silently, shrinking back slightly as his face twisted into an almost pained look. Carefully - almost reassuringly - she rested her hand on the boy's shoulder, giving a ghost of a smile to Shawn. "We...we have to wait. There's little chance he'd break in, but...perhaps, we could find somewhere to, I don't know, hide or something if he does." Eve's nose quirked, and she tilted her head, looking at the boy quietly. "Any...other ideas...?"

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

(OOC:Shawn: D8 What are you doing?!!! Are you crazy? It's the first edition!!! *reaches for it*)

Shawn thought for a moment, glancing towards the stairs. "Yeah, that could work, but my house only has a few closets and a basement." He smiled weakly, standing up. "My dad keeps a pistol in his room. That could help-alot." He said, glancing at Eve before creeping up the stairs. He checked his father's drawers until he found it. He made sure he had ammo, but only a few rounds. "I found it." He said triumphantly.

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: NO. I'm not giving it back until...until...YOU SAY YOU LOVE RANDY MORE THAN EVE! >:D
Evangeline: What!? D':
Randy: What!? :'D

Evangeline smiled as Shawn left, watching him stride up the stairs and away. When he left, she felt almost as if she were the only person in the world. It was completely silent - even the rain had stopped - and she felt almost like she was being watched. Eve breathed a sigh of relief, however, when Shawn came downstairs, but flinched at the sight of the gun. Violence was never a favourite with her, and although her 'father' had had a gun, the worst he'd done to her with it was pistol whip her. "Nice," Eve squeaked, stumbling to her feet. Glancing around, she spotted the door to the basement and grinned, a mischievious glint in her eyes. "I think...I think blanket fort would be productive. To keep creepers out."

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

(OOC:Shawn: D8 Wha-? ......IloveRandymorethanEve. Okay, I said it! Give it back! >:[ You know it was a lie, Eve. D':)

Shawn raised his eyebrows at Eve, stifling a chuckle. He hadn't made a blanket fort in years. "Alright then," He said, grabbing a few blankets from the living room and walking to the basement door. He opened it, and kept the door open for Eve as he walked inside. It was mainly barren, except for a few stranded paint cans, and household cleaner. He centered a few chairs, before resting a few blankets upon it.