evelyn

Who: Dodge and Evelyn
Where: On the streets
When: afternoon

Dodge was holding court in the afternoon light, despite the lousy weather. Lounging on a railing of a high stoop he was dolling out order to his subordinates, updating on them on Maddy's return, changing out the newest set of orders and interrogating those who weren't able to find out that someone had grabbed her from the church. His enforcers had already wandered off with some of the boys, doling out physical punishment where it was deserved. Those used to him in leader mode might have noticed him being a little tougher than usual, holding people more accountable for mistakes.

The morning's haunting still sat uncomfortably with him, and he continued to turn it over in his head this way and that, but he wasn't going to let it be true. No, today he was completely Dodge, maybe even a little over the top but that wasn't going to stop him.

Below him a group of boys not involved in court were playing a make shift game of hockey on the frozen sidewalk, trying to push a tin can into two turned over trash cans with whatever they could get their hands on. Occasionally their cheers would erupt which made him smile. They were happy, his boys. Patrick had been wrong, Dodge was doing just fine.

Who: Evelyn, Shoshannah, and Ian.
When: Jan. 22, morning.
Where: The Drake

Who: Dutch and Evelyn
Where: Dutch's place
When: Dinner-times!

Nervous? Dutch? No. Maybe. It wasn't like he found himself here often, after all. He rarely cooked in his apartment, either eating out from Nighthawk's or making the barest of sandwiches for himself, but there he was. Clad in an a-shirt for the moment, Dutch smiled in amazement at his entire situation as he gave the contents of a sizzling skillet a toss, breathing deep of the aroma that rose up from it. If his place had been clean before? It was somehow cleaner tonight, better lit, more welcoming with the radio on low in the living room near an open window that vented the heat of the kitchen out to the streets beyond.

Still, it was strange... he was having a guest, one he'd invited all on his own. Even stranger was the fact that Evelyn had said yes, but Dutch wasn't going to decry the chance. The young woman was sweet, raising up protective urges in Dutch for the first time (aside from Cheyenne) in years now. She'd bought him a delicious bottle of wine, remembering his fondness for it, and tonight? He wanted to share it with a friend. Were they friends? Dutch certainly thought so, or else he might have never made the offer.

Moving to turn the heat down on the stovetop, he tugged the refrigerator open to pull the wine out, gauging the temperature critically as the bottle sat in a gnarled hand. It felt nicely chilled, but Dutch slipped it back into the fridge as he scowled at the clock, moving to grab the new flannel Evelyn had bought him and pull it on over his a-shirt. She was due sometime soon, he knew, but it had been so long since he'd done anything like this that he could only hope he'd timed his preparation of the meal close enough.

Who: Evelyn and Ian
Where: The Drake (main lobby)
When: Late late morning/noon-ish

Evelyn was ignoring Dolores' pointed speculations and side-glances as she went about consulting yet another directory for her most recent request. She had left one of the guests and returned to the main lobby in time to see Ian escorting a young lady up. Seeing the hotel manager escorting a guest to a room was nothing unusual. But escorting a pretty young lady, hand on the lower back, up to a room she apparently couldn't pay for? Evelyn was no idiot, and pretty damn observant when it came down to it. She had enough experience with men to know that a hand on the lower back was no professional gesture or a sign of being 'just friends'.

And she found that with that thought she had to fight the straight line her mouth threatened to turn into. It was stupid, really; Evelyn had never had and never will have any intentions of sleeping with her boss. Or any boss. Ever. So she should have felt relieved at seeing Sullivan escorting some guest with the attention of an admirer. But she didn't feel relieved; instead she felt another irriation piled on to the general state of worry she had woken up in. And, had she been anywhere but work, she might've let her face betray her. But she didn't. Evelyn made sure she didn't; not with Dolores and the rest of the staff eying her so closely; not when everyone here suspected it had been some 'thing' with Ian that had gotten her this job. She wouldn't let a case of wounded pride prove them right.

Who: Dutch and Evelyn
Where: Occam Automotive
When: Late Afternoon/Early Evening

Holding onto her hat with her right hand, Evelyn angled her head up at the garage, the cab behind her pulling away. She was pretty sure this was the place -- there had only been one 'Occam Automotive' in the phonebook after all. She shifted the bag cradled in her left arm, still apprehensive as to whether it was the right gift to express 'Thank you for saving my life'. She didn't think it was, but it was the best she could come up with.

Who: Dodge and Evelyn
Where: A diner and Evelyn's place
When: late evening

Dodge had looked everywhere. He'd been back to Maddy's place, to most of the major street kid hang outs, and even digging through the park for her but with no luck. She wasn't anywhere. Dodge had sent his boys off, much to their dismay but after a moment hesitation, they realized that he wasn't out to get in another fight, just to get out of his head. He'd walked, slowly and really without direction, trying to flex his hurt hand to make sure it didn't cramp up.

Who: Evelyn and Lily
Where: Alexandrian Library
When: Afternoon
 
 
In exchange for the remainder of the week to herself, Lily came in to pick up Jessica's shift that day. It was, as usual, slow and pretty empty, and Lily was, as usual, reorganizing the books on the shelves. This time in the adult fiction section. "People are so inconsiderate," she muttered to herself, stepping up on the little stool she had and re-organizing the top shelf.

Even with the frustration of careless patrons, Lily was happy and she looked it. She stood straighter, she smiled more, and it was as if a great weight was off her shoulders. Jessica had noticed it, had looked quite surprised and asked if she was feeling alright and Lily was happy to say that she was.

Who: Ian and Evelyn
Where: The Drake (Ian's Office)
When: Early afternoon

who: jesse and evie
where: his place
when: afternoon

Evelyn felt like she was going to jump out of her skin, but that wasn't evident to anyone passing her in the stairwell. She didn't move like somebody who felt very much like some thread in her life was unraveling apart. But she doubted she could credit self-control for the placid facade, because she couldn't even stop the how her hand gripped the banister far too tightly, and even controlling her breathing didn't stop it from being tense.

Who: Dodge and Evelyn
Where: Evelyn's Place
When: Evening

He'd considered just having someone follow her home after the ball, but instead he'd found out where she was staying through his normal means. So he'd gotten dressed in one of his favorite suits, wiped off his fedora and took Angelo's umbrella with him as he headed across town to her new digs.

Who: Dutch and Evelyn
Where: Streets, Dutch's place
When: Late night
 
 
Someone was following her.

Evelyn picked up the pace, not running and not looking back, but walking briskly as her focus tuned in to the footsteps behind her. She had heard them echoing after her for at least a block now, and although her heart raced as they got closer she noticed they never got too close... yet. So she didn't run, because the streets had been otherwise empty and the shoes she wore from work were useless for running. Instead Evelyn kept her gaze straight, shoving her hands in her coat pocket where a knife -- a gift from her brother months ago -- was tucked away against her right side. She kept on walking as if she were confident; walking as if she knew exactly where she was going. ... walking as if she weren't lost in a seemingly barren part of the city at night. She was trying to make her way to the center of the city, someplace populated and familiar, keeping an ear on the footsteps while she fixed her eyes on the skyscrapers for orientation. She turned another corner, and finally spied something hopeful across the street: a phone. She made a beeline for it, safely locking herself in the booth before grabbing the phone off the cradle... only to hear nothing and belatedly spot the 'Out of Order' sign beside it. Fuck.

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
When: Late afternoon
Where: Jesse's apartment

Evelyn felt just as sick as she had professed to be the day earlier. Although in this case it was her guilt eating at her rather than any bug, and she knew it. But none of that made it any easier as she trod slowly up the stairs leading to Jesse's floor. Not at all. Not when she remembered that, before all this, 'unreliable' and her would have never been used in the same sentence. If she said she was going to do something or be somewhere, she was there and she was early. It had just been Her Thing... until now.

She didn't know why she was here -- actually, she did, but she didn't know exactly what she was planning to do here. She wanted to apologize, but a true apology would require the truth. And she wanted to tell the truth, and explain how it all started with a silly little lie that turned out to be all this trouble and she would take it back if she could and... but she had already spouted so many lies for what felt like so long that Evelyn just felt trapped into continuing it when a truth-telling moment arrived. But she was pretty sure bailing out on Jessie had been the shittiest move she'd ever pulled, and even if she couldn't come out with the truth that couldn't stop her from heading here after working brunch. Here. In front of Jesse's door. Right. Taking a breath, and telling herself that she was going to do this... whatever 'this' was... Evelyn knocked on the door.

Who: Evelyn
Where: Her place
When: Early morning

Evelyn rested her head against the wall next to the phone as she hung it up, keeping her hand wrapped around the handle even after it clicked into the cradle. Calling her brother’s building had been unsuccessful – somebody had picked up, sure. But the slurred speech and repetitive questioning of ‘… you sure – you sure ain’t Karen?’ had told her that Jesse wouldn’t be getting the message. So she had just gotten off the phone with their mother instead.

Who: Ian and Evelyn
Where: The Drake
When: Late afternoon

His meeting with Maya Walker had gone well enough, but Ian still locked himself in his office for an hour or so afterward, making phone calls to find a singer for the ball. He was pretty sure he'd found an act, suggested by the orchestra he'd hired. There wasn't time to audition her beforehand, which was unsettling, but he would just have to hope for the best.

who: roy and evie
where: her place
when: morning

Roy had gone to visit Marian, in a bit of a dark mood that morning. He'd wanted to see her, maybe get a smile from her, and see if it brightened his day at all. Unfortunately for him, she was out, probably working--which really he should have figured in the first place. Marian was working a lot. Still, her not being there when he needed her to be didn't help his mood, and it was with his head hung and his shoulders hunched that he walked back through the halls, not looking especially well where he was going.

Who: Evelyn and Dutch
Where: Drake Hotel
When: Late Afternoon

Who: Evelyn
Where: Her place
When: Early, early morning

Evelyn groaned.

It was late. So so so late. Hell, it was technically the next morning and she still couldn’t sleep! Earlier, she was blaming Dodge: running into him so unexpectedly brought a whole host of concerns that had made her restless. But right now? Right now she was blaming that Zhen girl.

Who:Aaron and Evelyn
Where: The Drake
When: Afternoon

Most of Aaron's day had been spent either talking about official stuff, or standing around listening to other people talk. Neither of those were his favorite thing to do. The one interesting part of the day, lunch, had ended with the promise of a date from a girl who didn't seem to be too crazy about him yet. He had total faith that she would be before long, but he would have been happier if she had wanted him to stick around a little while.

Who: Dodge & Evelyn
Where: Outside Drake Hotel & random burger place
When: Late night~!

Evelyn almost felt like whistling as she walked down to a small locker and coat room where she pulled on her small winter-coat and scarf. On her way out, she was in a good enough mood to smile at the coworkers she passed by. Some returned her smile, some only smirked, a few others were daring enough to exchange whispers in front of her. But it didn’t matter – the night had been painfully slow, and the ‘mistake’ of being assigned the most dead section proved to be fortunate one. She was on her way home a few hours earlier than scheduled.

Walking into the night air, she waved to one of the kitchen staff smoking by the exit – the same guy who had greeted her yesterday. He spared her a wave, and a clear “Hey, ’melia” as she passed him out the door.

Evelyn stopped briefly, “Hey. How’s it going?”

The guy just shrugged, “Dead.”

Evelyn grinned, mentally pocketing the cop’s substantial tip tucked in her purse. “Same here.”

who: zhen and evie
where: evie's place, outside
when: morning

Who: Evelyn and Jackson
Where: The Drake Hotel - back of restaurant
When: Late-ish Evening

Jackson was in the mood for heavy drinking, and had been all day. Had been since getting beat up on the night he met Eris, actually, but there just hadn't been the time. Upon leaving Jenny's place, he had gone back home, removed his tie (why the hell were ties a thing, anyway? They just got in the way) and plundered the half-bottle of scotch in his cupboard. He took two shots, filled a hip flask, and went walking.

Where he ended up walking to, was the Drake Hotel. Then he walked inside, pulled himself into a fairly secluded table away from the flashy brightness of the gambling (he disapproved highly of gambling) and waited for a waitress, and lord help her if she wasn't pretty. He wanted to get as drunk as he possibly could and not have to think about anything even close to serious. Not Brett, not Danny, not Hollis - none of it. Just for one fucking night.

Who: Evelyn and Ian
Where: Drake Hotel
When: Late afternoon/early evening

Who: Evelyn and Jesse
Where: Their parents' home, Jesse's apartment
When: Mid-afternoon

Angela James grabbed a wrapped package out of the icebox as her youngest daughter donned her coat by the doorway. “I was going to deliver this to your brother today,” she said closing the icebox and meeting her daughter at the entrance, “but I think you should do it.”

Mid-way through wrapping her scarf, Evelyn paused to look down at the package. “Oh… okay,” she carefully accepted the package from her mother’s hands, glancing at her quizzically.