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[hedgehog101]

"Yes, I agree!" Oliver laughed, taking mental notes. Ashmore... She couldn't recall much, but she thought she had heard the name, among some of the more pioneering scientific and intellectual groups. Perhaps Evelyn had some prominent relatives in the family. Oliver made a note to pay more attention to the name in the future. "I can't imagine even writing any thank you cards, there's no one to write them to when you live in the slums!"

[spice01]

Evelyn shrugged "Its more to make yourself look better to the other rich people. It also helped my Father get funding for his experiments and hospital." Her face looks a bit disgusted thinking of writing meaningless cards of thanks. "In reality we were just wasting money that could have gone into providing for the less fortunate."

[hedgehog101]

"Yes, ideally you could spend money only where it directly counts, but lord knows you have to make a name for yourself to get into the social circles before you can be successful... Then you have to maintain such a position in the public eye." Evelyn had seen the tensions time and time again. The parties she infiltrated weren't simply dancing, of course. They were where people met acquaintances, settled business, discussed politics, and participated in scandal. And it was all too enjoyable to stir up some trouble, if you were careful about it. "So, who was your father, if you don't mind me asking?" Oliver asked tenderly. She had noticed Evelyn suddenly become touchy about such subjects before.

[spice01]

Evelyn shook her head "No its fine" a sheepish smile replaced her confident one "James... James Alfred Ashmore... He was my father" Her finger witches slightly "He was murdered... right before I left" She looks at oliver her sheepish smile replaced with a fake confident one she closes her eyes slightly to hide the pain of her fathers death. "What about your family?"

[hedgehog101]

"I'm sorry to hear that, kid," Oliver placed a hand on Evelyn's shoulder, about the extent that most sympathy could go from her. She wanted to know why someone would have wanted the girl's father killed... And did that mean that taking Evelyn in put the gangs in danger? But such things weren't too appropriate to bring up now, she realized, having tact for once in her life. "I didn't have a father. Most street children don't." She explained briefly, "My mom and I lived on the streets for 9 years," leaving out the detail of that they survived as beggars, she continued, "then Mom died, and I raised myself, before realizing I needed some kind of alliance. So thats when I turned to participating in gangs." She finished her much shortened version of her story with a soft smile, and anger from old memories flickering slightly in her eyes.

[spice01]

Evelyn sensed the anger in her eyes and instantly knew there was more to the story. "Well our lives have brought us here so I guess thats not so bad" Evelyn shrugged not knowing what else to say. For the first time she didn't want to push someone to tell her their backstory, she felt like Oliver had to say it on her own. It was a weird foreign sensation for Evelyn.

[margiela]

Elizabeth woke up and sipped some tea on the table next to her and said to banshee "Wow I just noticed I'm a weird person" she laughed and put down the tea.

[Brox]

Banshee smiled as she leant in and pecked Elizabeths forehead. "You really ar."

[margiela]

"But aren't we all in a way" she said feeling intelligent at the moment.

[Brox]

"Normallity is defined by the masses, so normal is starving and dieing..." Banshee looks down at the floor feeling bad.