This Means War (Ally)

[Evangeline Irvine]

As much as Eva hated to admit it, she was stressed. No longer was it due to the crew--no, most of them had gotten used to her now, so that wasn't a problem--but rather to the fact that she had absolutely nothing to do. Maybe UGAP didn't trust her, or maybe they simply didn't know she was aboard the Venia. Either way, they hadn't assigned her a post, and apparently, unless they did, she had no job. At first she'd enjoyed the freedom to do as she pleased, but one could only endure so many days of watching the holo.

And so, pulling on something easy to move in, she made her way down to the gym to relieve stress the only way she knew how--physical activity. When she'd been with R4 she would usually taunt Theo into brawling with her, but here on the Venia she decided she'd take an alternate route. Instead of fighting today, she was going to dance. She loved the poetry in dance; the similes and metaphors, the lilts and unexpected curves, the phrases. It was marvelous.

Once she was in the gym--thankfully alone, so she had the place to herself--Eva put some music on and set about stretching, getting herself properly loosened up. She grinned when one of her personal favourite pieces came on, and had only just taken a pose to begin when the gym door opened again. Upon realizing that she recognized the dark-haired woman standing there, Eva's brow furrowed; and upon realizing why she recognized her, she scowled.

"What are you doing here?"

[Alliana Porter]

Ally was probably having one of the best days in months. Nothing could really set her off edge. Lunch was a tad burned and she woke up with a crick in her neck, but only minor bumps along the way. She was determined to make the best of the afternoon.

She had spent the better part of the day, doing some ab work, tightening the muscles she hadn't spent as much time on. In fact, the fat was almost settling in. She tossed the towel over her shoulder as she headed into the dance room. Ally, by all means was not a dancer, but she had to pass through it to get to the weight room and showers.

Suddenly her feet stopped, and the faint contented smile faded from her lips. Where was the tension coming from? Ally folded her arms, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. They hurt a little from running on the treadmill.

"What do you mean? I have every right to be here as you do."

[Evangeline Irvine]

The raven-haired woman's confusion rolled off of her in almost palpable waves, but Eva crossed her arms indignantly, her shrewd expression firmly in tact. What a cramper to her afternoon. She'd come here to relieve her stress, for crying out loud, not add to it. And yet, there, in front of her, bold as you please, was a girl she knew had worked with R4 at one point. She remembered her face, clear as day, so there was no mistaking that it was the same woman.

"I may be blonde, but I'm not daft--or forgetful," she said coldly, snatching up the remote and shutting the music off. "When I asked what you were doing here, I didn't mean in this room. I meant on this bloody ship. Unfortunately for you, I'm very good at remembering faces. You were one of the scientists helping build that bomb."

That had been a dark day for Eva; it had been her first real mission with Theo. It had been specifically her job to bring together a group of scientists in order to build an atomic bomb. She'd felt uncomfortable with it, but being the gullible idiot she'd been, she believed Theo when he told her that they planned to use it against the "terrorists". The thing was, half of the scientists had been hoodwinked into it, whereas the other half knew exactly what they were doing.

Eva refused to take it on blind faith that as this girl was on a UGAP vessel she'd been one of the innocent ones. After all, Eva herself was here, was she not? So the question was, had this woman known what she'd been building at the time? All she had to do was ask--and yet, not so eloquently, it came across as more of an accusation than a question. "You'd better not have been one of the arses who were building that bomb by their own free will, or by the gods..."

[Alliana Porter]

Ally cleared her throat, and pulled her ear plugs, rolling them up around her ipod. She furrowed her brow at the angry blonde, confused as to why she was filled with hatred. Her face was still a blur. Just another angry person. As she wondered, the answers began to pour from her lips.

"What the hell are you..." She almost finished her sentence when the images came flooding back to her. "Look I didn't do a damn thing. I was set up." she snipped back, suddenly pulling the ipod band from her arm, just in case things got ugly, and by the attitude of the woman in the room, they probably would.

he could never forget that night. It was supposed to just be a party amongst friends, until her rough bunch asked to help them with something-something big and dangerous. The moment she realized what she was doing, it was almost too late. Luckily, she had escaped, unlike the rest spending years on the run. It wasn't until recently that things started fading out. Well, almost the true shadow pursing her was still a mystery that would soon hunt her down like a hungry wolf. It was never fully over with.

"God I'm not, chill down mate. I was just with the wrong group of people at the wrong time." she breathed, her accent strained a little, coming across a little heavier.

[Evangeline Irvine]

Sometimes being telepathic was a pain in the ass. The girl truly believed what she was saying, and because of that, even though Eva was one step from picking through the woman's brain, she wasn't able to tell if it was actually true or not. Louise had 'believed' in R4 so much that she'd managed to fool Eva into believing in it, too. Positive thinking always clouded the truth--and when the truth was what you were after, nothing was more annoying.

Throwing the dark-haired Australian a distrustful glance, Eva set her hands down on her hips and shook her head, her bun bouncing against the back of her neck as she did so. "How am I supposed to know that that's the truth, huh? Am I just supposed to take your word for it?" She knew she was being hypocritical--after all, if she'd worked for R4 and was regretful for it, it was possible that this girl was the same, even if she'd known what she'd been doing.