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Where was she?

Having enough energy to cause a stampede, Ellie paced behind her front door, occasionally peeking through the peek hole. That Bell McMahon was not being very timely, despite coming from such a "proper" place as Crystal Academy.

It had been just Ellie's luck that she had literally run into Bell again while heading to Hank's garage. It seemed like they had more encounters between them where they were injuring each other rather than doing anything productive. As a result, the blonde invited the Crystal girl to come over to her house later. She had written down her address on a scratch piece of paper in her backpack (it had been an old test paper, OOPS!). Her only explanation as to how to get to her place was "Map quest it!"

Looking back on it now, Ellie couldn't help but wonder if this girl was technologically handicapped or something. It was just assumed that all kids this day and age automatically knew how to use such basic things like the internet, email, and word processor. Maybe Crystal Academy was trying to make their students more helpless, thus ensuring that they will make "wonderful" wives in the future.

"Seriously? Where is she?!"

Once again, Ellie peered through the peek hole only to notice Bell finally walking up to the house. Not wanting to seem hasty, she waited for the doorbell. And even then, she didn't open it for a moment or two. If she opened it quickly, Ellie knew she'd come across as desperate.

And no matter how much the evidence pointed at her in such a light, Ellie's mind was obstinate and would refuse such a label for herself.

Hoping to not look agitated, the girl offered a smirk. "Naw, yer just doin' that thing... being 'stylishly late', eh?" Chuckling a bit, she gestured for the girl to come in, following it with a friendly "Come in, come in!"

When the girl finally entered, Ellie closed the door. The house itself was very modest, and somewhat unkempt. With two parental units being away frequently, the house didn't receive the care it should have deserved. There were stacks of magazines and newspapers on various desktops and counters. It all looked quite cluttered. Did the mess bother Ellie in the slightest? Not really, she was used to it. She sat down on the sofa set up in front of a pile of magazines (aka, a table with magazines all over it) and leaned into a bit.

"So, sit down, take a load off!" Grinning a bit, she didn't hesitate in the slightest in mentioning "So, duties as in Sailor Scout *ss kicking?"

Without even thinking about it, Ellie pointed out "Being on the stage, doesn't that automatically make you a slave to it?" In her head, all the reasons seemed logical enough, since acting was all about deadlines and forcing yourself to become whatever anybody else wanted. Sure, sometimes you had to do things for other people if you were in auto repair, but you basically made your own schedule from what she had gathered.

She chuckled, then thought about manners. "Ya want anything t'drink or snack on? We got some sodas in the fridge." The blonde didn't even really wait for a response as she got up and began walking towards the kitchen. I mean, obviously this girl wanted something to drink at least.

Awww, no burps for Missy Crystal Academy? Ellie frowned while she wasn't facing Bell, somewhat disappointed that there would be no gas dispensing from the prim and proper girl. After a quick trip to the fridge, she returned with one lemon-lime soda and sat back down.

"Sucks that everyone's makin' you their b*tch."

It wasn't meant to be an insult, but the blonde was calling the situation as she saw it. Bell was apparently getting conned into doing more work than she should have.

She pressed down the tab on her can of soda, and with a metallic cracking sound, she now had herself a beverage to guzzle down. Which she took her first swig, then set the can on one of the many piles of magazines.

"So I'm sure that yer wonderin' why I invited ya 'ere..." she started, leaving a bit of a pause in case the girl wanted to respond.

No matter what logic Bell gave the girl, Ellie still knew that her analysis of the situation was an accurate one. Having about as much grace as a bison, Ellie leaned back against the sofa's cushions.

"Ehhh... well, I suppose there's that too..." her voice dwindled a bit, seeming slightly disinterested about the subject. Even with the lack of enthusiasm in her voice, she still continued on. "So, ya figger out what'cher powers are and stuff?" She hoisted her arm up and behind her head as she casually listened in.

Ellie quirked her eyebrow slightly as the girl explained her lack of activity as a scout. "...have you been lookin'?" She couldn't exactly say she had been ridiculously active herself, but there were small signs in the community everyday about possible Youma activity. It was thanks to Hank that she had found another Youma and "neutralized" it, so to speak.

Or rather, she would have taken care of it if it weren't for some douche guy-scout that crashed her party. Usually guys were pretty easy to understand, but this guy was generally an idiot.

Not wanting to think about the douche anymore, the blonde shook her head a bit to shake away the thoughts. Once more, she chugged a bit of soda, then returned her attention to the fawn-haired girl. There was a vague hint of concern in Ellie's voice as she asked "Ya think yer gonna be prepared t'fight if y'don't know what yer powers are?" Maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but it didn't sound like this girl had time to do much else but be the stage-b*tch.

"So yer going t'fight fer justice with... mace?" Ellie sounded a bit disappointed, since that wasn't really fighting, it was more or less chickening out. Maybe such a strategy works with a rapist, but somehow she couldn't help but suspect that Youma might have Mace immunities. She had yet to encounter any people working with the Negaverse, so it made even less sense to her.

Not wanting to make too much of a fuss over what seemed to be a lack of enthusiasm, Ellie moved onto the next subject.

"So yeah, I invited ya over t'letcha know that yer cool." The way she said it didn't sound like any sort of admiration a girl might have for another girl when stating they were "cool." Instead, it somewhat sounded more like acceptance.