A weapon is as sharp as it is usable. [Open]

At Joker asking if she was still a weapon her eyes widened a fraction and they filled with pain as she though about it. Was she? Is she? Evelyns hand tightened unconsciously in his as she did something for the first time. She leaned on someone else for comfort. "I nevah wanted to be. For ten yeears." She grew silent for a moment as the pain vanished in a quick moment her training prevented her from dwelling too long in emotions. Emotions meant breaks. Breaks meant terror and destruction.

Standing there.. Expressing her feelings, even if it was for a brief moment made her feel strong. It made her feel as if there was what she knew, that there was more to life than what she was trained to do. "I came ere to being normal. Milletary life es strong en me. But. I want to adjust." there was more that she wanted to say. About her file. About her powers. Why she was weaponized. However, there was always a better time and then there was never a time.

Perhaps there would be.

Evelyn > @"poptart" #91827364501

Touch was not something that Evelyn got a lot of growing up. She forced herself to remember as much as she could about her parents and knew they hugged and kissed her as often as they could. Upon getting into the military that completely changed she was beaten yes and when she hit puberty they began the harder training where she would often barely drag herself into bed before beginning again the next morning. When Joker hugged her, while brief it was unexpected though enjoyable. Unconsciously her cheeks flushed a darker shade of crimson. Which, when he pulled back and gave her a confident smile she responded with a unconscious shy one in return.

"Zeat vould be niece. Yolker." She responded in her normal accent, but it sounded warmer as she tucked a few strands of her silver grey hair behind one of her ears. Reaching down she picked up her bag and put it onto her shoulder before walking towards her room. Pausing before the two of them got too far away from each other she turned towards him a bit.

"Yolker! Eh.. Mein neiabher and me were going to a eh knight club later on tonight. Care to join?" Yea she figured she should ask Dorito if he could come, or at the very least have him meet them there.

Evelyn >@"poptart" Joker

The moment that Joker turned a corner she too a sprint off to her room.. She was located on an outside wall and she kept one of her windows unlocked for the purpose to do something stupidly irresponsible like this. With the speed she built up her eyes grew aquamarine, as it does when she used her powers She reversed gravity upon herself. This sent her hurling up and forward in a fo-flight that was easily controllable, a gentle push here and there. Within a minute she was home and entering through the window. Quickly she washed the sweat off of her skin with a damp cloth and reapplied deodorant and a vanilla perfume.

Reaching into her closet she pulled out long socks and combat boot. She felt herself getting careless as she forcefully pulled open the drawer of her dresser, nearly pulling it out completely. When the flurry of activity ended she was standing in her mirror dressed in a pair of dark wash blue jean shorts that were more than a bit short and slightly weathered. Her top was something that was purchased from her a long time ago a olive branch when her arm was broken.. Shattered.. Shaking her head from the bad memory she focused on it. It was a lacy chiffon knock off babydoll spaghetti strap top with a lot of layers to make it not see through anymore. However, it still had an under layer that was easily opened. Taking a second she applied a small amount of eyeliner and mascara.. She didn't have much makeup but.. It was a bit of training that she was given to allow her to blend better in american society.. Taking a deep breath she pushed the memories back..

Turning out the bedroom she grabbed her knife and putt it into her left combat boot. Closing the window as she turned her own gravity off this time she as she pushed off the window.. At seeing Joker there waiting for her she lowered herself in a way that gave the appearance of a descending angel for the best landing on two feet that she could attain. Looking up to Joker she blushed lightly. "Vait long Yolker?" She was hoping she looked enough that it distracted from all of her scars.

@"poptart"
Now that she was wearing less clothing it was clear that her yoga pants were hiding several more scars on her legs. The worst of which being a inch wide one that started at her upper left thigh and went down seven inches towards her knee, gradually getting smaller. She looked up to Joker and blushed lightly and after a moment she wrapped her arm around his. Her head resting against his shoulder.

Unconsciously she smiled lightly and almost shyly. It felt amazing to be in this moment. 'Its like i'm a normal girl.' she felt herself grinning in dirty pleasure after a moment she looked up to Joker. "Yolker, dew yew vant mein to drive?" She asked softly as she looked up to him.

She motioned to the parking lot of the school where a black Yamaha sat with a single black helmet.

@"poptart"

With a sheepish grin she nodded and led the way over with her hand in Jokers. Biting her bottom lip she couldnt help the light blush that stayed on her cheeks. She was happily excited and she loved it and loved spending time with him.

pulling her keys out of her pocket she swung her leg over the bike and pulled out a black military jacket and put it on before handing Joker her helmet. "Ere Yolker. Just Moeition where two go and Eye will go there." She grinned as she put the eye in the ignition and started up the engine.

"Eye can manniepulate mein en powahs to left up ze bikes back tiyer." She stated as she revved the engine as it growled like a angry beast between her legs.