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Evans Odd Encounter Sr Maria 250411
In a contemporary and stylish apartment filled with the last rays of sunlight seeping through large windows, Evan finds his mundane afternoon transformed into a supernatural encounter. The day had begun uneventfully for him, marked by a casual attitude towards his appearance and an aimless sense of direction, reflective of Evan's internal struggle with his insecurities and doubts about his place in a world that seemed to demand extraordinary qualities he felt he lacked. His burdensome thoughts, notably concerning how trivial matters like fixing his hair seemed monumental compared to the fantastical abilities of others, were abruptly interrupted by the unexpected presence of a distinctly non-human visitor.
This visitor, a demon with a uniquely terrifying yet intriguing appearance, manifested in Evan's living space without any clear entry, her form and aura unmistakably otherworldly. Sporting an expensive suit, red-tinted glasses, and short black hair that contrasted with her rough, stone-like skin, she greeted Evan with a soft yet knowing voice, her sharp fangs visible through a crooked grin. Despite the immediate sense of danger, her demeanor and softspoken greeting momentarily eased Evan's alarm, positioning her as a curious, if not menacing, anomaly rather than an immediate physical threat. Evan, maintaining a facade of calm and aiming to conceal his emotions, took a seat and confronted the demon with a direct question about her intentions, all the while internally questioning how she had entered his apartment undetected, as his balcony door remained intact. The story leaves readers on the edge, curious about the demon's desires and how this eerie encounter will unfold for Evan amidst his own personal turmoil.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRMaria):SRMaria)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
In the contemporary, central, spacious living area of the apartment
The living area is a spacious, modern hub with polished concrete floors and
large western-facing windows that fill the space with light. A sleek, L-shaped
gray sectional faces a wall-mounted TV on the northern wall, with a minimalist
glass coffee table and geometric rug anchoring the seating area. The open-plan
includes a kitchen to the east. The main apartment entrance is angled to the
southeast, marked by a simple frameless door, while a hallway to the southwest
leads to the master bedroom. To the northeast, a door opens into the home gym
and dojo, and the guest bedroom is in the northwest. To the south is a door
to the bathroom. The walls are a warm orange tone with modern art, creating an
airy, functional atmosphere that balances style and comfort.
It is afternoon, about 60F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A demon from hell has become interested in your target, they decide to see if they can tempt them into becoming one of their instruments on earth.
)
Evan hasn't particularly had a very interesting day. In fact there's been nothing going on for him, he seems to be only recently awake - still in just the slightest sort of morning (in this case, afternoon) haze. He looks like he's ready to be going out though, a run or just going out to exercise. Most likely to wake himself up. It's obvious, because it doesn't seem like he's put much effort into his hair, yet, and that's generally one of the things that takes him the longest in the morning.
Putting one's hair together is a difficult challenge, especially if they care about their looks. Days go by but yet the direction which he is supposed to go into remains unclear... Hazy, one could say. That hair, stupid... Damned hair, it is so hard to put together. And Evan has to contend with people that can fly, shoot lightning - and they probably even know how to put their hair together better than he does, it is those silent moments which turn into weighty burdens, self-doubt, insecurity. They all boil at the surface of his mind.
Those insecurties, however, are dragged away, like something is pulling on them, so is his gaze... Pulled to the side - he sees... It's hard to tell the gender, yet it seems feminine in shape, wearing an expensive suit, red-tinted glasses, she has black short hair which reaches her shoulders... Her skin clearly different - it has rough texture to it, almost like stone, and that grin of her's, teeth are sharp fangs. Whatever is in front of him isn't human - no matter how hard it tries to be, and the aura it produces is likewise monstrous, which drags all of his thoughts towards her, concentrating them on her alone.
"Hello." But that feminine voice is in contrast of her appearance, with a purr. Softspoken yet knowing, they somehow put the man at ease, as if he's not supposed to be too worried about a stranger in his room, that she might not be there to hurt him... Not physically at least. "Looking mighty fabulous today...-" A crooked grin is plastered across her face. "You look a bit lonely though, couldn't help but notice." She lifts her arm from behind her - what supposed to be nails are like sharp, wicked claws, filed down in an attempt to not put fear of one's mortality on the onlookers.
Evan glances down the hallway of the living room of his apartment, to the west - where there is a sliding balcony door. It looks to be perfectly in tact in fact, so, there's a slight relaxing of his shoulders - one thought quelled.
Now he's got an entirely different problem to deal with, this creature in front of him, so doing the most relaxed thing he can do - trying to not give off any emotion at all, Evan just casually takes a seat on the sectional that's in front of him (it's a sleek, ivory coloured sectional in the shape of an L) just idly brushing past this figure. "At least you didn't break anything," he tells them - completely void of context. "What the fuck do you want?"
This visitor, a demon with a uniquely terrifying yet intriguing appearance, manifested in Evan's living space without any clear entry, her form and aura unmistakably otherworldly. Sporting an expensive suit, red-tinted glasses, and short black hair that contrasted with her rough, stone-like skin, she greeted Evan with a soft yet knowing voice, her sharp fangs visible through a crooked grin. Despite the immediate sense of danger, her demeanor and softspoken greeting momentarily eased Evan's alarm, positioning her as a curious, if not menacing, anomaly rather than an immediate physical threat. Evan, maintaining a facade of calm and aiming to conceal his emotions, took a seat and confronted the demon with a direct question about her intentions, all the while internally questioning how she had entered his apartment undetected, as his balcony door remained intact. The story leaves readers on the edge, curious about the demon's desires and how this eerie encounter will unfold for Evan amidst his own personal turmoil.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRMaria):SRMaria)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
In the contemporary, central, spacious living area of the apartment
The living area is a spacious, modern hub with polished concrete floors and
large western-facing windows that fill the space with light. A sleek, L-shaped
gray sectional faces a wall-mounted TV on the northern wall, with a minimalist
glass coffee table and geometric rug anchoring the seating area. The open-plan
includes a kitchen to the east. The main apartment entrance is angled to the
southeast, marked by a simple frameless door, while a hallway to the southwest
leads to the master bedroom. To the northeast, a door opens into the home gym
and dojo, and the guest bedroom is in the northwest. To the south is a door
to the bathroom. The walls are a warm orange tone with modern art, creating an
airy, functional atmosphere that balances style and comfort.
It is afternoon, about 60F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A demon from hell has become interested in your target, they decide to see if they can tempt them into becoming one of their instruments on earth.
)
Evan hasn't particularly had a very interesting day. In fact there's been nothing going on for him, he seems to be only recently awake - still in just the slightest sort of morning (in this case, afternoon) haze. He looks like he's ready to be going out though, a run or just going out to exercise. Most likely to wake himself up. It's obvious, because it doesn't seem like he's put much effort into his hair, yet, and that's generally one of the things that takes him the longest in the morning.
Putting one's hair together is a difficult challenge, especially if they care about their looks. Days go by but yet the direction which he is supposed to go into remains unclear... Hazy, one could say. That hair, stupid... Damned hair, it is so hard to put together. And Evan has to contend with people that can fly, shoot lightning - and they probably even know how to put their hair together better than he does, it is those silent moments which turn into weighty burdens, self-doubt, insecurity. They all boil at the surface of his mind.
Those insecurties, however, are dragged away, like something is pulling on them, so is his gaze... Pulled to the side - he sees... It's hard to tell the gender, yet it seems feminine in shape, wearing an expensive suit, red-tinted glasses, she has black short hair which reaches her shoulders... Her skin clearly different - it has rough texture to it, almost like stone, and that grin of her's, teeth are sharp fangs. Whatever is in front of him isn't human - no matter how hard it tries to be, and the aura it produces is likewise monstrous, which drags all of his thoughts towards her, concentrating them on her alone.
"Hello." But that feminine voice is in contrast of her appearance, with a purr. Softspoken yet knowing, they somehow put the man at ease, as if he's not supposed to be too worried about a stranger in his room, that she might not be there to hurt him... Not physically at least. "Looking mighty fabulous today...-" A crooked grin is plastered across her face. "You look a bit lonely though, couldn't help but notice." She lifts her arm from behind her - what supposed to be nails are like sharp, wicked claws, filed down in an attempt to not put fear of one's mortality on the onlookers.
Evan glances down the hallway of the living room of his apartment, to the west - where there is a sliding balcony door. It looks to be perfectly in tact in fact, so, there's a slight relaxing of his shoulders - one thought quelled.
Now he's got an entirely different problem to deal with, this creature in front of him, so doing the most relaxed thing he can do - trying to not give off any emotion at all, Evan just casually takes a seat on the sectional that's in front of him (it's a sleek, ivory coloured sectional in the shape of an L) just idly brushing past this figure. "At least you didn't break anything," he tells them - completely void of context. "What the fuck do you want?"