EVIE
like love is a bad word
It's an imperfect system, but the door groans and gives in small amounts the more she tugs and rattles on it. She's certainly building up a film of sweat - ew - but the cracks in the molding is enough to keep her at it. When it finally buckles, it only gets a little past the frame before the old hinges groan and protest once again. Glaring balefully at them, Evie wipes her hands on her leggings and promptly spins on her heel to go find the other women. It's so dark she can scarcely see anyway, plus she's...perhaps a little spooked, and doesn't want to go investigating into this foreign room just yet. Instead she traces her hands along the walls as she finds her way out, a little easier now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. By the time she pops back out into the main room, there are cobwebs in her hair and dirt smeared over her cheeks from where she'd tried to wipe the sweat off with her grubby hands. Following the murmured voices to the landing, she grins impishly at the other two women, knowing she probably looks a little manic. Pushing back her brilliant fiery hair, she gestures back the way she came.
"You'll never guess what I found," she assures, eyes gleaming with foxlike glee. "Come on, I'll show you," she states firmly, turning and striding right back to the narrow space in the wall she had found, confident the other two will follow behind her. At least Wessex, considering this was to be her new house. Evie slips into the narrow space, leading the way to where the room opens and the door remains partially ajar. "I only got it open a little bit, but it was almost totally sealed up. Wanna see what's behind it?" It was easier to propose the idea and seem like a go-getter than admit that she had fetched them because she was too nervous to do it alone.
