Mar 14, 2019 21:17:23 GMT
Post by Evelyn Rose on Mar 14, 2019 21:17:23 GMT
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[attr="class","boldtext2"]Rare was the moment Evelyn found herself observing the mutants within the camps. Rarer it was for her to address anyone who did the same. She knew of the guardian standing in the small view-space above one of the work stations, though she didn't think the two had ever worked together, let alone spoken more than a few words. But then, it wasn't as if they'd really needed to:
Evelyn had her own team, and rarely saw a reason to seek out anyone who didn't belong in it.
"It's almost peaceful." She commented as she walked up to the window overlooking the work stations below. Several mutants were busy working, most of which was tending to some kind of metal work. Electronic parts, perhaps. She wasn't sure.
Leaning against the glass, the brunette crossed her arms across her chest and pursed her lips, as if in deep thought. "Like ants." Briefly, her thoughts went back to one of her classes, way before she'd ever went to Bellefonte. Their teacher had brought an antfarm to school and asked each of them to bring it home for a day to study the ants. In many ways, looking at the mutants below, it reminded her a lot of that assignment.
Evelyn had her own team, and rarely saw a reason to seek out anyone who didn't belong in it.
"It's almost peaceful." She commented as she walked up to the window overlooking the work stations below. Several mutants were busy working, most of which was tending to some kind of metal work. Electronic parts, perhaps. She wasn't sure.
Leaning against the glass, the brunette crossed her arms across her chest and pursed her lips, as if in deep thought. "Like ants." Briefly, her thoughts went back to one of her classes, way before she'd ever went to Bellefonte. Their teacher had brought an antfarm to school and asked each of them to bring it home for a day to study the ants. In many ways, looking at the mutants below, it reminded her a lot of that assignment.
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