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Not wanting to lift her eyes from her current project, she shouted as loudly as she could into the garage "Yeah, can ya bring it back t'the garage?!" Her voice was strong, echoing off the walls and out the open garage. When the pizza-guy rounded the corner to deliver, he'd find a mess of parts, a partially constructed car, and feet peeking out from under the partial vehicle. If he looked carefully enough, he'd note a motorcycle tucked towards the back of the cluttered garage in a bright yellow color.

The girl could hear the sound of feet as they approached the entrance to the garage, so she called out casually "If ya wait for a moment, I just need t'tighten this bolt, then I'll get'cha yer money!"

It wasn't exactly like the pizza was for her specifically. Mom called and asked Ellie to take care of dinner. And that meant that Ellie needed to order dinner, because lord only knew that Ellie cooked about as well as her mother.

As she turned the wrench in her hand, she rather easily answered "T'gether! Kinda hard t'drive around in a car ya took apart, ya know?" She chuckled from where she was at, still tightening the bolt in. After her hearty laughter quieted down a bit, the wrench ceased to move.

"There we go!" she announced before she rolled herself out from under the vehicle. First her legs were visible, which were covered in oil stains, then her exposed stomach which had a couple dots of oil decorating her skin. Finally, her upper body was out, revealing Ellie Spectre, Junior at Meadowview High School. She had oil dotting her arms, and even some smudges on her face. Her hair was tied back slightly, but it was still hanging long at certain points.

While moving her wrench from one hand to the other, she apologized casually with a "Sorry 'bout the wait, guy!" She grinned a bit before heading to a tool bench that had been relatively out of sight until now. She set down the silvery wrench in its proper place, then picked up a rag. She glanced back to the delivery guy, squinting her eyes slightly, as if trying to place where she had seen him before.

"Ya go t'Meadowview?" she asked out of nearly nowhere before stepping up to him. For a girl, she was pretty tall at 5'10," and as she drew closer, she seemed to be analyzing the boy for some sort of hint as to how she knew him.

Without looking towards her hands, she began to casually rub away at the oil spots, as if she had a lot of practice getting grease off her fingers. Her eyes had been distracted by this guy's face, but just along the lines of "Who are you?"

"Barnaby Price, eh?" she repeated curiously. The name really wasn't all that familiar, but if he went to Meadowview, then she probably had seen him at least 1 time during her 2+ years there.

"Yer probably right. I'm a junior this year." Despite being in what was considered the "worst year" of high school, the blonde did not seem to be frazzled in the slightest. In fact, she seemed rather relaxed in comparison to most of the others in her age bracket. For a moment, she glanced down to her fingers to see if most of the grease was gone. With a rather emotionless approval at her clean-up, she then thrust her hand forward for a handshake.

"Name's Ellie. Ellie Spectre. 'S nice t'meetcha, Price." Her handshake was firm, rivaling that of a guy's. That was the only sort of acceptable handshake in her mind, was a strong one. A weak handshake meant you were weak in character. Too bad girls didn't understand that sentiment.

She eventually released his hand, and without a thought in her mind, she signaled for him to follow her through the garage. "Money's inside. Don't mind th'mess, we're just too damned lazy t'clean up th'place." She easily made her way past any sort of mess on the ground, stepping past loose parts, drips of oil, and even a couple stray bolts. Even stepping through, you managed to get a sweet view of her bike, the Spectrum. The blonde had ample amounts of practice making her way through the garage, even if this wasn't the way she usually went into the house. As she opened the door, she called back "Come on, get yer a** in 'ere!"

"Yeah, there's floor..." she mumbled out as she stood near the door, watching the boy make his way through the garage. She wasn't blind, and seemed to take interest in Price's interest in her baby. Ellie crossed her arms and leaned into the door frame a bit as she watched him inspect the motorcycle. A casual observer would not have stopped and faced the bike, where as someone who knew about them would take the time to look at all the hard work.

"So yer into bikes, eh?" she asked once he approached the doorway. She swung herself around so she could leave room for him to follow as she went to the kitchen. True to her word, the inside of the house was cluttered to say the least. Junk on the floor, stacks of magazines on the tables leaving little to no space, and a less than sparkling kitchen were all the common appearance of this household.

As she guided him to where the pizza should go, Ellie talked a bit about her bike. "Yeah, got my baby last year. Dad got it fer me, but it wasn't a full bike. Mostly there, just needed some exterior work done. Fixed it up, touched up the paint, and voila! The Spectrum was born!" Most vehicle enthusiasts normally assigned their prizes with genders. Yet either way she pulled it, the blonde could not make it work. If she called her bike a girl, then her guys would constantly talk about how she was a lesbian with the way she rided the Spectrum. It wasn't much better calling it a guy, since then she'd still be called a slut for mounting that bike. After giving that ridiculously short summary, she sighed slightly before wandering off to get the money. Not exactly the most polite thing, but she was being more than nice enough to this guy. Most people didn't invite their pizza guys in the house.

When she returned to the room with the money, she easily brushed off the gender thing with a "Nah, dun worry about it!" Her lips curled into a cheeky grin, flashing her teeth for a moment before adding "Most guys ain't used t' a girl that rides a bike."

Holding out the cash, she thumbed out the bills until she had approximately what she owed (along with tip). She held it out to Price without a word about the payment. Instead, she continued on the conversation that they were obviously both intrigued with. "No sh*t! Lesee what'cher runnin' at!"

Contrary to his thoughts, she began to walk towards a different door, which led out the front door rather than through the garage. She held open the door and casually added "Obviously ya got a license then, which makes sense. If it weren't fer th'time a'day, I'd ask t'race ya." Just because Ellie didn't have a license didn't stop her from riding the Spectrum. She just had to do it at specific times of day. The cover of night usually did the trick.

Once Price was out the door, she'd close up behind him and eagerly walked quickly towards his ride.

After she was called a "miss," the girl rather notably winced. There were many things you didn't call Ellie. Her birth name, Elenore, was one of those things. Blatant gender labels also didn't work so well with her. That was one of those things that Ellie would beat a guy up over.

As she cracked her knuckles on her right hand with her left hand, she explained that particular issue carefully as they walked to his bike. "Look, Price, don't get me wrong. I realize yer tryin' t'be polite. Learn the lesson good now. Don't call me 'miss'... like... ever!" The last word was said very pointedly, just to get the point across. Sure, she had been called "miss" in the house, and now they were outside. It had just hung over head until she needed to get out the explanation. Price was cool, but she needed to fix this now.

Upon arriving in front of the bike, Ellie began to inspect the bike with as professional an eye as possible. Obviously, it was used a lot. There was some wear on the vehicle, but nothing that couldn't be fixed up if taken care of properly.

"A Suzuki Bandit 650, eh? Not bad. How's the upkeep on 'er? Is she meticulous t'keep up with, or she a dream come true when it comes t'repairs?"

She knelt down and began looking over the treads of the tires. "She's obviously kept busy, I can see that much!" she chimed in cheerily. It was almost like showing off a motorcycle or car to a mechanic, who was interested more in the working condition than the aesthetics. A nice looking car could only go so far if the interior was filled with junk.

Price was no motorcycle enthusiast after all, what a pity! In Ellie's mind, a true enthusiast didn't take their bike "in" for maintenance. They took classes to learn what they could about fixing the vehicle up for themselves. Save that valuable money for important things, like more bikes or cars.

Pushing herself up from her stooping position, she figured she might hint towards such a good idea. "Ya takin' any of th'auto-shop classes?" She shrugged her shoulders and casually added "I haven't seen ya around the shop an' all." There were a few places where the blonde practically lived, and the auto-shop at Meadowview was one of the many "homes" she had acquired. Hank's garage and her own garage (not the house itself) were also homes of hers. At the comment about the delivery cars, Ellie chuckled. "They actually got some company vehicles? That's a rarity these days! I thought most pizza companies jus'gave ya a little light to put on the top of yer own car while ya worked!"

The girl then rounded towards the seat for the Scarlet Bandit. She was familiar with bike etiquette and knew it was only right to ask to mount another person's vehicle. If she didn't ask, it would be like asking another man's girl on a date. She was tempted to touch the seat, but held her fingers back as she asked "Is it okay if I mount'er?"