Vigilantist V (Shiver and Elizabeth)
 

Evey Hammond

Nickname(s): Eve

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: blond

Age: mid twenties (im guessing)

Background: Evey has an older brother who is killed by a virus that was secretly developed from the experiments on V and other inmates at Lark Hill. Her parents become political activists and participate in anti-government protests. The Hammonds are arrested by the Fingermen and die in Belmarsh prison (Evey's mother starves to death during a hunger strike, while her father is shot by British soldiers during an assault on the prison). Evey's last memory of her mother is of watching her head being covered by a black bag as she is dragged away. Suddenly orphaned, Evey is sent to a child reclamation camp, "re-educated" and released back into society.

Personality: ((im not sure how to describe her at the momet. Im having a brain fart, sorry))

V watched her leave.

It wasn't a very pleasant feeling knowing that he had upset her, or even caused her to feel such anger with him, but he knew it in his messed-up heart, somewhere, that it was the right thing to do. He may not remember much from his past life, but he did remember that it was important to follow his heart. He wasn't sure if it was his mother, if he had one, who told him that or if he just caught onto it from some book he read or some movie he had watched.

But with Evey, he had no reason but to follow his heart. He couldn't trust his instinct being that the last time that happened, things had gone terribly wrong and good at the same time. He hated that combination.

His hands formed a fist, the sound of the black leather gloves squeaked with the pressure of his fist. He sucked in a breath slowly and then forced it out in a calm manor.

Don't be upset with her for her uncalled-for outburst, V told himself as he looked down at the stone floor and sightly shook his head. What if she never understands why I saved her? Wouldn't she rather be safe than to be tortured or killed somewhere in some prison?

Maybe tomorrow she'll be hungry enough to come out and face him. He knew well that the faint aroma of breakfast to a starving person was just enough to pull them from their shadow. He had to hope, that was all he could do. He walked over to the living area where the telly and the couch was. He popped in his favorite movie, The Count of Monte Cristo, and settled in to forcing himself to get tired so he could get to bed early and rise early to wake Evey up with an appropriate breakfast.

Evey groand as she slammed the door behind her. How dare he keep her locked up like this. Like a prisoner.

She slid her back down the door slowly and eventually came to a hault and as at the foot of the door. Evey put her head in her hands and sighed. He must have a good reason she thought. He seemed understanding. Maybe she'd be able to convince him to let her leave.

Evey realized that she was tired. She stood up and walked around the room. It looked like a woman had decorated it. There were purfume bottles on the vanety and frilly bed sheets under the bed's comforter. Evey walked over to the bed and placed a hand on it. It felt soft, warm, and inviting. Three things she would never used to describe V. She sat down on the bed and kicked off her shoes, then she layed down. She didn't get under the covers. Evey staired at the concreat celing, thinking. Slowely, she drifted off to sleep.

V woke early, just as planned the next morning. He got up, took a shower, and readied himself for Evey. It felt odd to wear his mask around the Shadow Gallery. Before Evey, the only times he wore his mask were outside of the Shadow Gallery. But he didn't mind it thanks to being used to it. He wore his mask like his skin generally most of the time.

He walked into the kitchen, seeing that Evey hadn't rose from sleep yet. This will wake her up, he thought as he turned his jukebox on, played 'Cry Me a River', and took out his skillet, eggs, butter, and bread. He wanted to make her eggs in a basket. He just had a feeling she would appreciate it.

He hummed to the music, nearly getting lost in it as he prepared the breakfast. He made himself one piece, took his time with eating it with his mask half-off, then tied his mask back on as he prepared Evey's slice. He checked to make sure he had enough orange juice, which he did, and felt happy with how this morning was turning out. He only hoped that Evey would be in a better mood this morning. He turned 'Cry Me a River' on again and hummed to it once more as he swung the skillet gently and playfully as the piece of toast rose a few ten inches off of the skillet and fell back onto it. He hadn't even realized he took his gloves off.

Evey woke up to the sound of music and the smell of freshly cooked food comming from the other side of the door. She sat up and sniffed the air. Her stomach grumbled loudly. With all that had gon on the night before, she forgot all about eating and how hungry she was. She slipped out of bed, used one of the brused on the vanety to straighten out her messy blond hair, and took a few steps towards the door.

Was V humming? Evey slowly turned the knob of the door and peaked out. V was in the kitchen, his back to her, and he looked like he was making breakfast. She opend the door fully and steped out, making sure to close it behind her. Evey walked slowly towards the kitchen. She sat down at one of the barstools and watched V cook.

Evey smiled to herself as she realized what he was making. Eggs in a basket. Her mother used to make that for her when she was young. She watched V's movements carfully, examining the way he fliped the toast. Then, Evey noticed V's bare hands clutching the handle of the pan. The looked like they had been burned in a chemical fire. Evey knew it wasn't her buisness, nor her place to ask. She quickly looked down at the marble counter top.

V froze and looked towards Evey, smiling beneath his mask at the fact that his instincts had been correct. He sat the skillet down on the stove. "Ahh...you're awake." He slightly bowed his head. "Bonjour mademoiselle. Are you hungry? I've made breakfast for you." He moved the skillet back and forth a bit before he tipped the skillet towards the plate laid out for her, the piece of toast spilling onto it perfectly. He was secretly proud of himself.

He sat the plate down on the small table behind him, pouring her a glass of orange juice. "I...hope I didn't wake you," he then said, trying to sound sheepish. He pulled out the chair and motioned for her to sit down at it. The table wasn't fancy like the rest of the Shadow Gallery, but it gave V that modern feeling he needed every now and then.

He felt himself get hungry again, but he mentally told himself that he'd eat the next time she goes to her room. He was, from here on in, expecting an outburst from her once more. But to be quite honest, V didn't even know what he should expect from Evey. She was so...unpredictable. Which was weird. Usually V was able to predict any human being. But no...not Evey.

He then gasped. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," he said as he looked down at his bare hands. They must have been a gastly sight to her. He turned to the counter where his gloves were and quickly slipped them on. "There. Better?" he asked as he showed her that he had his gloves back on. He felt so embarrassed.

Evey smiled slightly as she smelt her breakfast being made. It had been so long since someone had cooked for her and even longer since she'd eaten eggs in a basket. Her mother used to make them for her. Evey shook her head, trying to disspell the memories of her mother. no, she would not allow herself to dwell on the past. "Thank you." She'd baraly managed to get out the words, her mind was so preocupied.

She looked around the kitchen as V finnished preparing her breakfast. Evey couldn't help but knotce that the Shadow Galary was much different. She wonderd how V had mannsged to live down here for so long. Never with any company. Then again, Evey couldn't exactly imagine V as the type of person to have many friends. Actually, she realized, she couldn't imagin him anywhere else.

Evey was shocked when V quickly slid his gloves back on. She wonderd what had happend to him. She knew that it wasn't her buisness, but she couldn't help herself. "No..its..um.. Thank you.." She found herself stuttering as she looked down at her plate, at her fork, at the table. Looked anywhere but at V. Evey continued to eat without saying another word. Other than mumbling the occasional compliment on his cooking.

Thought his mask, V watched Evey eat. He wanted to chuckle at the way she was nearly devouring the food. She must have been so hungry, poor thing. He folded his gloved hands before him as he continued to watch her, smiling at her compliments. He loved to cook. Although he wish he had more space, he had no other reason to but to think he was satisfied with what he's got in the Shadow Gallery.

He walked over to the empty chair at the table across from Evey, tempted to sit down at it. When he had no choice but to give into his temptation, he sat down at the table, resting his hands on the table as he folded them again. It was as if he had to have his hands grasped on to something constantly. It was some simple impulse.

The silence between the two was uncomfortable to V. He wasn't use to being in civil and calm spirits around another human being. Not to mention awkward silences. He had dreaded those things.

"Evey...please know how sorry I am that it has to be this way," he said after a while, his voice low and soft, in earnest.

Evey didn't say anything for a while. Then she sighed, "I suppose I understand." She said, staring at her empty plate. She couldn;t bring herself to look at V.

After a while Evey started to feel uncomfortable with the long silence. She stood and put her plate and fork in the sink and began to wash them. She felt like she had to keep herself busy somehow. As Evey scrubbed at her dish she wonderd when the next time she'd be able to leave would be. She bagan to miss the outside world. Evey had to push the thought from her mind. Dwelling on it would only make her wish for it more.

When she had finished Evey placed hher plate in the cubbord and her fork in the drawr. She turned to look at V. For some reason he made her feel uncomfortable and at ease all at the same time. Evey couldn't figure out why.

V watched her in silence, feeling the guilt creep up within him. He honestly did wish there was another way. But then again, maybe it had been Evey's fault to begin with. Maybe if she hadn't been out after Yellow Curfew, she wouldn't be in this situation. But he couldn't blame her. Rules were made to be broke. But rules were far more fragile than a promise or a vow. He wouldn't ever thinking about it being Evey's fault ever again. It was a foolish thought to begin with.

He let out a soft sigh. "I must go out tonight. This place is your home now. So you may treat it as such." It was the best he could do. "Your room -- you may set it up however you wish. I have a storage room filled with different things you can choose to keep," he said as he pointed to the door just off of the corner where the telly and sofa was.

"Now. What would you wish for lunch?" he then asked more smoothly.