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Well, it seems that Everleigh finally got caught. Or rather, someone had snitched on her. How lame. She knew just who it was, the dirty scoundrel, Titus. He knew the rules when they made the wager, and this time Everleigh hadn’t even purposely cheated. She knew she wouldn’t need to with someone as obviously open as he was. It was Everleigh’s sort of own poker she had made up (okay, that was a lie, she stole the idea from somewhere else but she added a few improvements.) So, sure, it was expected that Titus would lose.
And he did. And all he had to do was give her five fingernails. She didn’t even bet a finger like she usually would.
Of course he had tried to run but Everleigh paralyzed him easily and then removed the nails herself. She was kind enough to not take the nails from his thumb or index finger so she had no idea why he was being such a wimp. Did no one appreciate her kindness nowadays? She was a lot worse before the revolution.
So when the proctor, Proctor Palahniuk no less, came bursting into the room demanding for a initiate’s nails and Everleigh’s deck of cards and any other “restricted paraphernalia” the sin eater did what any smart student would do and complied. And why was it smart to give Proctor Palahniuk her deck of cards, trick dice, trick coins, and bag full of human fingernails? Because he was too forgetful to report it. Everyone knew that he just threw it in his office in some locked safe, never to be seen again. Everyone knew the safe number was his birthday.
So after Everleigh’s punishment of kitchen duty— which included helping kitchen staff prepare food, serving her fellow classmates, washing dishes and moping the cafeteria’s floor— and writing an apology letter to Titus that she couldn’t wait for him to open, Everleigh was ready to get back her stuff. She diligently went to her room, studied, and turned her lights off when curfew hit. Seemingly like she had learn her lesson despite not getting physically beaten bloody and bruised.
Everleigh Ebersol had done plenty of naughty rule breaking before, this wasn’t going to be her first time sneaking around the dark Academy hallways. She knew that on Wednesday nights the patrols followed Sunday patrol patterns, and so after midnight is when they would pass by Everleigh’s dorm room and not return by for a full eighty minutes. Plenty of time to get things done.
She unlocked her door at exactly ten past midnight, closing her door silently and began to creep along the hallway with all the stealth of a black cat along a dark alleyway.