Playing Devils Advocate

The power bracelet was making her anxious.

Evie sat in the visitation room, absentmindedly rubbing the thing on her wrist while she waited for the inevitable hammer to drop.

That morning Evie had been in a decently good mood. August had heralded two notable things. One: She was finally done with this high school nonsense; and two: she had her 18th birthday, which meant acquiring alcohol was a hell of a lot easier now that she could do it legally. She had her own little graduation plan fully ready to go when she opened her dorm door to find both campus security and the cops.

Everything else had happened pretty fast. She saw the destruction around the campus as she was taken away, heard a lot of murmuring and grumbling from campus staff about how far across the line she'd gone. She was uncharacteristically silent through the entire process, trying to think just what exactly this would mean for her. She hadn't done it, she knew that obviously, but everyone else wasn't gonna just take her word for it.

Eventually, she'd was allowed to see visitors, not that she particularly wanted to see people right now. The whole situation was reminding her of the days just before she was taken the island, locked up with no idea what would come next.

Which only made her more anxious.

@Kait

As soon as Evie noticed her entering the room that anxious expression she wore was quickly masked by her usual lazy smile, though Aranea could see it didn't reach her eyes at all.

"Heh, maybe." She said, slouching back in her seat. "Maybe they'll swap it out for something less boring looking. The thing kinda gets stale when you have to walk past it every day, y'know?"

She giggled, but her heart wasn't in it enough for her to keep the act up for very long. The smile faded, head seeming to shrink into her shoulders as her body curled up in her chair, eyes cast down to the table in front of her.

"This looks bad, doesn't it?"

Evie sighed, rubbing her arms as she went quiet for a moment. She seemed...defeated, like whatever she was about to say wouldn't matter.

"...You ever consider that I didn't do it?" She asked, quietly, still glancing away from her.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "I didn't even know it had happened until the cops came to grab me. Apparently the cameras saw me doing it, but it's not like they showed me that...All I know is that it wasn't me."

It was a pretty weak defence, she realised. Wrecking parts of the school may have been surprising but given her already poor reputation it was far from unreasonable to think she'd do something like this eventually. And she didn't exactly have a lot of friends to vouch for her.

"...But you don't believe that, and no one else is going to either." She went on, slouching further down, already resigning herself to it.

The pep talk, it seemed, fell on death ears. What did it matter how much she tried to defend herself? What difference did it make? Why should anyone give a shit?

But, at the very least, even with how cynical she was feeling she recognised Aranea was making an effort, so she looked back up at her.

"Pfft, I wish I was drinking right now. Maybe try and sneak me some booze if you're gonna visit me next time." She smirked, in a token effort to act like she normally did, before just shrugging. "I was in my dorm when it happened, by myself. I dunno if that's much of an alibi, being on campus and all."