It's been 20 long minutes since Mike locked him in his room. Evan knows this because he is very good at counting, and the little clock on his bedside table had read 12:32 when he first looked at it. He'd given up banging on the door a while ago, and now resides on the floor by the doorway.

Evan is laying on his side with the evidence of his tears making a mess of his face. The actual weeping has died down by this point, save for the occasional whimpering and sniffling - he can't help it, even though he's trying really hard to stop. He sticks his fingers through the crack in the door as he peers through it, wiggling them as if they could act as a distress signal to any passers by.

Once he finally hears the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, he shoves his hand further into the crack and flaps his fingers about. With a wobbly voice, he speaks up, hoping whoever is out there will take pity on him.

"IT FEELS LIKE i've been here a hundred times. it's complicated."

"news flash, abigail! i can't stay out of something that i'm already in!" trust us, abigail. ryan would probably give his left testicle at this point to get this entity to stop hunting him down. ( he can't even be alone in a public bathroom without the chance of the entity trying to mimic naim. ) he'll bring his cigarette back up to his lips with a slight shake to his hand.

a small smirk spreads on his face as he turns his head to the side to give deena a knowing look. "it means exactly what i said," he doesn't think it's that hard to wrap their head around. ( the fact that deena was allowed to be unapologetically herself. ) yeah, there was still stigma. still had to deal with people not agreeing with it. nothing was easy. ( though, ryan knew if anyone found out about him? it would be a witch hunt. )

ryan has to bite his tongue to keep himself from snapping at simon. ( way to point out the obvious, asshole. ) he had just narrowly escaped having a pen jammed into his fucking eye, taking the hits to his shoulder instead. ( which you could see from the blood soaking through his shirt from the small puncture wounds. ) if it hadn't been for simon walking in whenever he did, he didn't think he'd be lucky when the entity pulled back to deliver another blow towards his neck.

a soft smile spreads across his features, his shoulders falling forward with a sense of relief. ( he's always been so tense since the ritual. ) he hasn't told tommy that being alone is dangerous for him, but tommy seems to be able to read his body language pretty well. the way he seems so wound up about going somewhere as simple as the gym equipment room alone.

         apple would say she's a private person- most people at this camp call her a wicked bitch. and, honestly? she'd rather it this way. most of them are children that she doesn't care for, and her only job is to keep them in line with a mean green glare. she's not the only redhead at this camp under fire for witch allegations, but apple's popularity, beauty, and influence leaves her coming out on top.

         this leaves apple to collect her little dolls and crops to tend to and braid their hair. there's something about abigail goode that draws her in. " what are you up to tonight? " abigail's on cleaning duty and apple's ... overseeing. " like, what do you want to be up to tonight? "