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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:35 pm
Ellie watched Toby, seemingly unimpressed. Her expression for a moment seemed to read "what the hell are you doing?" but eventually returned to a neutral tone.
"Yeah, it's Ratman," she started. In a less than sympathetic tone, she asked "So what're ya, a Ratman nerd?" Though she had managed to catch the fact she should be getting water for her friend, the blonde didn't seem all that inclined to get him the beverage he chose. Instead, she chose to pat the couch with her foot.
"You should sit down, Toby, before ya piss yerself from all th'excitement." She offered a half chuckle before sitting herself upright like a "proper girl" should. "An' yeah, mom an' dad get a lotta stuff, but they aren't around too often, so it just kinda sits out." Her shoulders rolled into a shrug. She'd wait for him to sit down first before springing up to her feet.
"Anyways, you stay there and I'll get'cha some water!" She grinned before trotting off to the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 10:45 am
He flushed as she had caught his 'out-loud' thoughts: considering options of sinking directly into the ground, maybe hiding in some of that clutter. "Uh, yeah." Toby finally squeaked, relieved at last when she changed the conversation, even if it was for the worse.
How could she NOT be excited: he was always excited to collect and hoard more stuff in his room, though he should probably be getting a couple of more boxes soon for his collection. As she ran off to the kitchen, his fingers twitched and he considered, maybe just for a mere second, just to pawn a couple of things, (she wouldn't miss them, really!), and anyone who was eyeing him might have thought he was going through a minor epileptic seizure, before he finally clamped down on himself with the little self-restraint he had and sat down, on the couch. He was halfway to counting to ten while staring at the ceiling before he suddenly remembered the reason why he had invited himself over. Right, he was going to inform her about all that senshi business! As a somewhat-friend, Ellie had the right to know what the terrorists really were.
While waiting for the other to get back, he considered his options as to how break this news to her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 11:59 am
If her family was rich, maybe she would have returned with a plastic water bottle for Toby. Instead, her family couldn't afford such luxuries as bottled water for everyday when they had perfectly fine water running through the tap. So when she returned, she had a plastic cup with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Tortoises printed on the front filled with water, ready for Toby to drink.
She handed off the cup quickly (but carefully) before once again flopping back onto the couch. "There ya go!" she added after already being partially sprawled out on the couch. Ellie didn't seem to care too much about personal space, for she was practically now crowding the boy with how much room she was taking. At least she didn't lay her feet on his lap. That would be gay!
"Alright... now t'show ya what ya came'ere for!" Before Toby could disagree, Ellie began to undo the bandaging on her arm. It would probably take a normal person a long time to take it off, but Ellie had been getting lots of practice lately. It was almost like watching someone unravel a newly knit scarf as more and more of her bare skin was revealed. When the bandage was completely removed, one could see that there was an adhesive strip almost the size of her fist planted on her forearm. However, it didn't stay on her arm too long as she rather quickly just tore the thing off her skin. There was never an easy way of getting an adhesive strip off without causing some discomfort to the skin. So the quicker you got it off, the quicker the pain stopped.
"There ya are! One power drill wound order, t'go!" She grinned as she usually did, even if her stomach felt a bit knotted up after seeing that stupid Youma wound again. Even after seeing it everyday, Ellie couldn't get over the fact that the scab on her arm was about the size of a dime (which was pretty big for the type of wound it was). The area surrounding the brown and flaky looking scab was bruised a lovely green color.
Still keeping on her strong face, the blonde asked "So, what'cha think? Pretty gnarly, right?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 12:26 pm
Sometimes Toby wondered if Ellie was actually secretly born in the 1980's and spirited away to hide in the twenty-first century, just from her mannerisms and speech patterns.
Blankly accepting the cup, with it still poised in one hand (which also seemed like a relic from the 80's) he watched in varying degrees of first curiousity - at what she was doing - then doubt, and then a very certain level of shock as Ellie literally tore off the bandages to reveal what looked like a mess off a B-rated Hollywood terror flick. He gulped as he really look-looked at the wound, and practically turned as green as the bruising around Ellie's arm.
"Ahh!" He exclaimed intelligently, suddenly feeling very flustered, as if she had lead him to her stash of porn or something a little more embarrassing (if girls even were into that stuff, it was hard to tell as they were another species and all). Upon realising that that was probably not the reaction Ellie was looking for, Toby sucked in a deep breath and tried his best not-shocked expression. "Um, uh, yeah, that's really quite a... souvenir you have." His pretense flickered for just a quick second to a mild concern. "Are... are you sure that its okay to take off the bandages like that?"
Bandages made everything better...right?
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 1:10 pm
That was Toby for you. Classic reaction of squeamish delight. The girl couldn't help but bust up slightly in laughter, slapping her knee in amusement.
"Didn't realize y'were th'type t'get fussy over somethin' like that!" Never mind the fact she didn't like looking at it either. Letting a few more chuckles escape her lips, she leaned back against the couch and sighed. Her eyes lazily wandered over to the pale-haired boy's face.
"Don't worry 'bout it. I actually have t'take the bandages off everyday t'clean it, so it doesn't get ugly." Wait, this wasn't ugly? One could only imagine what ugly was if this recovering wound wasn't. As if she hadn't gotten a good look at the injury before, Ellie glanced up towards the ceiling and lazily drew her arm up just above her eyes. Her gold eyes seemed to trace along the edges of the scab itself as she pointed out "If I keep it clean, then I might get lucky and not have a scar 'ere for the rest of my life." She had already given up hope on exiting this scenario without a scar, but it didn't mean she had to give up on caring for her wound the best she could.
Heaving out a sigh, the girl rather suddenly pushed herself back up to her feet. "Well, now I better go and put a fresh bandage on this. Would'ya mind if I excused myself fer a bit? Just gotta head up t'my room real quick t'take care of this. If y'want, y'can turn on the TV while y'wait?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 11:06 pm
Huh, you had to clean bandages daily? This was a new thought to him as he self-consciously thumbed his own bandages that were (mostly) wrapped for show around both wrists. In the world of Packrat-bordering-thrifty afflicted teenagers, wasting stuff was still quite a new and foreign concept.
"I'm not fuss-" he began, once again flustered that she thought he was squeamish (god forbid his poor teenage boy-ego)- "Wait WHAT'LL get ugl- holy crap would your arm fall off if you didn't?"
The now-empty part of the couch tried its best to reaffirm that no, its arm would not fall off if it 'didn't'.
It took Toby just a little longer to realize that Ellie probably was not coming back to answer him within the next few seconds or so, and he looked around at first, guiltily, as if expecting someone to pop out of their hiding place and laugh at him. Trying to get the slightly-embarrassed flush off his face before she came back, he tried to act as laid back and inconspicuous as a guest who was just told to sit and wait around could.
The TV, she had mentioned watching the TV. After some manual fiddling with the buttons (he doubted even if Ellie had fallen asleep upstairs for hours that he would ever find the remote control in such organised chaos) the box finally blipped open with the equivalent of an electronic cough. High pitched squeals emitted from the screen, and it took Toby a second to realise that he was staring at what seemed suspiciously like an episode from My Little Horsies (not that he watched that show, of course). Cue the frantic dash back to the TV as he attempted to figure out which button would actually change the channel, or at least stop the high-pitched 'horsies' squealing from blasting halfway across the room.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:14 pm
The girl had trotted up the stairs and only managed to hear the boy's slight squeal of concern. Seriously, what the hell was he thinking, asking if her arm was going to fall off?! She shrugged it off and tended to her arm, slipping into her bedroom's bathroom to sort everything out. New bandages, check. New adhesive strip, check. Bottle of medicine that burned the wound every time she applied it to her skin, check. Plucking up a cotton ball with her fingers, she placed it over the opening for the medicine and tilted the bottle so she soon had a soggy cotton ball. In all honesty, the whole thing was just a process she had gotten used to. Wipe the area, grit her teeth rather than yelp out in pain, put the adhesive strip over the scab, and finally replace the bandage along her arm. When she finished up, she began to trot down the stairs again, only to be greeted by an atrocious sound.
"Oh god, I hear gay down 'ere!" she shouted down the stairs before seeming to bounce back to the couch. If it wasn't the sounds that were getting to her, then the obnoxiously bright colored horsies on the TV would have been the cause of her demise. Completely unaware that this was more about the TV station which the TV had last been left on more than personal preference, she started to laugh.
"God Toby! Didn't realize y'wanted t'watch somethin' so gay! Y'gonna prance aroun' fer me now, like her a real horsie?" Her tone was completely teasing, but had some vague hints of cruelty mixed in. All it would take was for Toby to explain what had happened for her to ease up. Until then, she would laugh it up while sitting on her side of the couch.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 5:25 pm
"What? No- I mean-" he searched for an answer as he heard Ellie holler from up the stairs, trying to 'ungay' the TV, per se, not to mention his reputation.
He was doomed however, when the taller girl swept back into the living room, not hesitating for a second to shame him to a point of almost beyond mortal return. Was she even joking about actually wanting him to prance around?
In a fit of extreme bravery, Toby stood his ground, summoning all his powers of TV knowledge to try and figure out which button was the 'off' one. And like a demon posessed, the television set held its ground, unwilling to cease the whinnying and occasional girly outbursts of pink and purple (some of the reflective lighting dying Toby's arm all sorts of flashy colours).
He was doomed, doomed forever to suffer in the throes of horsie terror, doomed to be the g- wait a second, was that the remote control? In a last fit of desperate effort, he lunged for the remote (sending a few stray papers flying), grabbing onto the end of the object for all his worth before sealing his thumb around the red 'off' button on the remote. With a last furious whinny, the television set surrendered, once again leaving the room to silence. Triumphant, with the remote still in one hand, Toby beamed at Ellie, until his brain finally caught up to him about the actual situation at hand.
"Oh! Um," He quickly dropped the remote like a child caught with their dad's wallet, "It... was like that when I opened the TV I swear!" Oh great, way to make it sound like Ellie or her family was watching the kid's channel, "I mean- not that your family watches that stuff, or you, just you know, channels change, and ... stuff," he finished, lamely.
Before the situation could possibly get any more awkward, he tried the typical topic-change-to-a-more-serious-conversation-ploy. "So! I ah, noticed, you... have new bandages yes!" He laughed nervously, putting one hand to the back of his neck, "You sure get into a lot of accidents y'know, are you sure you dont have a side job I dont know about or something?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 8:33 pm
It must have been distracting with Ellie hooting and hollering in the background while he attempted to remedy the situation. At one point she couldn't help crowing out "Oh f*ck! CAN'T BREATHE!!!!" but she went back to laughing as hard as she could.
When the TV was finally shut off thanks to relocating the remote, the girl offered a round of applause. Of course, it wasn't exactly a spectacular round of applause, since only one person was offering it. Regardless, her hands still clapped together in amusement as she sniffled away her few remaining chuckles.
"Congratulations!" she offered, the amused smile still lifting the edges of her lips. "I think yer th'first one I've seen have a heart attack over th'TV." She lifted her hands up and made a gesture as if she wanted to catch something with them, but then gave a verbal prompt as well when the boy didn't seem to catch on. "Toss the remote over 'ere, and I'll put it someplace safe." Someplace safe was between the cushions of the couch.
The mention of her having a side job seemed to cause a rather serious reaction in the girl. Her mouth straightened into a line and she signaled for the boy to come close. When he approached, she then said in a very serious tone. "I guess I might as well tell ya. On th'weekends, I'm a porn star super hero."
This was not the truth, but she had said it so seriously, it almost made a person wonder.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:14 pm
Though the struggle seemed nearly impossible, Toby tried his best to salvage the post-television-heart-attack situation with a very fixed smile: his mom would have been proud of him if it were family photo day.
"Well," he joked, "Lesser things have scared me more." Like talking cats, for example, not that Ellie would ever believe him on that one. Not trusting his tossing ability considering the state of his man-ego at this point, he passed one end of the controller to Ellie, nearly missing her sudden change in demeanor.
His stomach clenched as she signaled for him to come closer: was this the secret he had been waiting to hear from her, was she really affiliated with the 'terrorists', even more so, how should he react from such a confession? Toby took in a quick breath, holding it, waiting for the reply.
And exhaled, rather suddenly, brain already rushing forward with his own self-devised conclusions. "Ahh.. I see," he began, tone still grave, "That would explain why last weekend you-"
- and then the rest of his ACTUAL brain caught up with him.
-"WHAT?!" Wait, she wasn't serious...right? "Um... you aren't serious, right?" If this were one of those Japanese cartoon shows he sometimes watched, his arms would be flailing in circular motions at this point. "I-I-I mean like, you're like-" he sized her up for a second, before realising what he was doing and blushing even more, -"Uh.... ha ha?"
Even then, the last part of the sentence sounded a little unsure, as if he was still questioning Ellie's weekend side-job statusus.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:54 pm
By the time Toby's brain caught up with his mouth, the girl was grinning from ear to ear at his reaction. He was a nice kid and a bit clueless, and this made it so fun to tease him like this. Under her breath, she let out a sound that vaguely resembled snickering, but more muffled.
"Dude, yer so easy t'gank! I wish I had a camera fer the expression on yer face right now!" In a familiar manner (perhaps overly familiar), she stood up, planted her hand in his hair and ruffled his fluffy hair a bit.
"Nahh, I ain't got any side jobs. Only job I plan on gettin' is at a garage, and I can't legally do that til I'm 18. Got a couple years t'wait still." She grinned as if all was right in the world before flopping back down onto the couch and firmly tucking the remote between the side cushions. Of course, he had been somewhat right about the notion of a side job. A job which consisted of kicking the asses of monsters running loose in the city while wearing a skimpy attempt at a school uniform. A job that made her feel gayer every time she had to tend to it. A job which required her to play with rainbows. However, it wasn't something Ellie would just share. It was a secret she'd rather take to the grave.
Shaking away any notion of this Sailor Scout business from her mind, she then glanced back to her friend. "What 'bout you? You got a job t'tend ta on the weekends? Or are ya jus' a bum like me?" She smirked, seeming to have absolutely no issue with calling herself a bum. It was exactly what her Dad had raised her to be up to this point, but that would change the moment she turned 18. The day she turned 18 was the day she'd get started in the industry she loved so much.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:54 pm
Ooooh, so she WASN'T a-
- 'Duh, Toby', concluded the small tiny part of his brain called Logic, 'Might as well ask if she's a skirt-wearing hero of justice while you're at it, genius.'
Trying to ignore his still sinking self-esteem (which had probably taken a seat next to Dante's 11th level of hell, next to the devil himself), he grudgingly let his hair be ruffled, trying not to sink to sulking just quite yet. Was it too hard to ask for a day where he would actually be, you know, cool or something?
Grateful that she indeed, did not have a camera, he digested her information for a brief second. Huh, then where was she heading off all the time?
Passing it off as her simply REALLY loving her hobby, or rather, future job, he nodded, almost too vigorously, just happy at finally, a clean topic change. "Yeah, I do have a side job, well a side-side job, but its just visiting someone's store and helping them clean up an' stuff, he doesnt pay me for it, but he lets me keep some of their... ahh... merchandise." And by merchandise he meant, cartoon collectibles and books and the likes, not that he would openly share his geekisms TOO much. "But that's about it really, I mostly bum around too, I wouldn't even know what I'd like to do in the future."
He stretched for just a brief second, crossing his arms behind his head, "But man, I would LOVE to be legal by now, I wouldn't be stuck with my crazy rents for one thing, and I could do whatever I want." He grinned. "Maybe I should be a superhero or something, you could build superpowered motorbikes for me."
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 11:20 am
Respect points went up +1.
She listened to his "side-side job" as he put it with a few nods. If she could legally get away with it, Ellie would have tried to do something of the likes with Hank. Work under the table, get free parts under the table. That would have been awesome. Still, Hank was a stickler for rules, so the fact Ellie was still 16, not 18, somewhat prevented him from considering her for any immediate position.
"Sounds like ya get benefits from workin' and goofin' around though. I mean, y'definitely aren't stressed or anythin' from workin' too hard." There was that classic Ellie grin on her face, teeth flashing as usual.
She had two more cents to add to the conversation about the future. And the tomboy truly tried to stick to just two cents. Any more than that, and she would have been about as self absorbed as most girls were on a daily basis. "Yeah, I've wanted t'work in a garage ever since I was a kid. I guess it was jus' because Hank was my dad's friend, so I always got t'see what sorts of 'neat' projects he was workin' on." Two cents, and her lips was buttoned to let Toby speak some more.
The mention of becoming legal was well received, praised with a small "Amen t'that, brother!" The mention of becoming a superhero made her laugh, but it wasn't anything nearly as loud or obnoxious as her laughing at Toby for the TV issue.
"Y'know, I can see ya doin' somethin' like that! Seriously! I'd totally be up fer a project like that, but I'll let'cha know my rules now. You have t'pay fer all the parts in order fer me t'build the 'superpowered motorbike.' I ain't a charity." Just because she enjoyed working on vehicles didn't mean she could afford to pay for all the parts. Sitting herself on the arm of the couch, she had to ask "So I take it you'd be like Ratman in that sense? Relying on tools and cool moves t'save th'day. Unless y'got some sort of super powers y'aren't tellin' me 'bout yet."
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:51 pm
Unsurprisingly, he groaned at the mention of budget issues. "You dont have to remind me about costs," he managed to joke out, "Maybe I'll just have to get magical radiation super powers after all: this Ratman biz with all sorts of privately funded weapons are out of my league, unless I happen to be the sole heir of undiscovered kingdom of gold." Sure, that was plausible, right?
It took Toby a little longer to remember what the word 'stress' possibly might entail. "Wait stressed about a job? But I'm not even twenty yet!" The thought of actually having a job-job, of being bound to a schedule in order to rely on food and shelter terrified him though: he'd rather maintain his source of 'income' through the generous offerings of people's misplaced wallets, not that he would mention that side hobby to a single soul.
For a second he just sat there, laid back on the couch, thinking of so many things and then nothing all at once. And wish a sudden whoosh, he was back on his feet (well, sitting feet) again, looking at the other straight in the eye. "All right, lets have a deal ok?" Rubbing his hands together, he tried to look as serious a one half-joking could possibly be. "I, will become the best procrastinator in the city, and you will become the best mechanic. Fair trade?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:00 pm
Rather suddenly, the girl started snickering. It wasn't as if she was trying to hide her laughter. She didn't cover up her mouth to try and mask the amusement. Fortunately, it wasn't a gut busting laugh, so she was able to pause for a moment and point out what she had thought of that was so funny.
"Y'know, y'have enough white hairs t'make people think y'were super stressed. Someone might think yer 60 or somethin' if they saw ya from the back!" The girl had seen some teens with white hairs thanks to stress. Those were usually the brainy kids that were living in the library like some sort of social recluses. Studying all the time probably was really stressful.
Ellie wouldn't know. She studied only when she needed to. Once more, she had resumed perhaps another thirty seconds worth of snickering before she quieted down a bit. Her golden eyes were on the boy's face. Toby did not do "serious" very well. Ellie could tell. When given the opportunity, she replied "If bein' a lazy a** is the equivalent of bein' a hard worker, then I guess it's a fair trade." Oh Ellie. She had such strong opinions at times. Procrastinating was what a lazy person did. Being the best mechanic was what a hard worker did. In her mind, they weren't the same thing. She didn't sound upset, but her point of view was in plain view with her response.
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