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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:52 am
Just before the nachos were delivered, the tomboy stated rather plainly "Of course, I really wanna, otherwise I wouldn't have said anythin'!" Hobbes would learn this eventually, with enough random encounters, he'd learn how the elusive Ellie Spectre worked.
Yet for now, she was just some teenager who snatched up her box of nachos, fingers already dipping into the container to pull out a chip as carefully as a bull in a china shop would have acted. The first handful went in her mouth and was crunched down into nothingness, but the next handful was not so lucky.
"Ooops!" A cheesy mess was dropped on the ground right in front of the counter, her lips curved into a rather large grin. Last thing she said to the cashier was a simple "Ya better clean that up, dipsh*t!" It was a lame revenge, but at least as she left, she could hear the cashier grumbling sourly as he went to get something to clean up the mess.
The moment they were outside of the mart, she began to eat slightly more carefully, but she still had a mess of cheese decorating her lips almost like some sort of strange lipstick. She noticed the Shlip student lighting up, and rather than giving him the stink eye, she simply stated "Jus' blow yer smoke away from me, Hobbes." Smoke smell was going to mess up the taste of nacho goodness.
Nobody ruined nacho goodness for Ellie.
By the time they reached the park, the nachos had vanished. It would seem the girl was no dainty flower and ate like a horse. When she managed to spot a trashcan, the girl jogged over to it and tossed her container in the can. She still looked like a mess, but who cared? Who the hell was she trying to impress? Hobbes? As she ran back to her wandering companion, she managed to catch sight of the basketball court.
"Hey, Hobbes? Did ya ever play any sports when ya were a kid?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:06 pm
Thankfully nature was going to be kind today, currents and small air flows allowed the smoke from Sheldon's cigarette to avoid Ellie all together, also allowing him to not have to think about blowing it the other direction.
When she returned to his side, after throwing the little cardboard plate out, he flicked the end of the butt allowing sprinkles of ashes to fall to the pavement below. She had little bits of cheese around the edges of her mouth, he noticed, and briefly wondered if he should mention them to her.
"Not really," he blandly replied after another puff of smoke flew from his mouth, "my parents were more interested in academics than sports." Did a Science Olympics count? Probably not, oh what a sad nerdy thing that was during his youth. Regulation P.E. and summer camp activities probably did though... maybe.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:31 pm
"Huh" was her dull response to his ever exciting childhood. Once more, she pulled out her arms and resumed her fake airplane flying, making her way towards the fountain. There was just something about fountains that made her want to run along the edge of the display. However, her airplane spun around to face Hobbes for a bit, to make sure he was following her.
"Well... that kinda sucks 'bout yer parents. My mom probably wished I went that route, but Dad talked 'er outta that real quickly."
Her arms fell back down to her side again, and then she glanced up at the sky for a moment, thinking over her own sports encounters. With a grin, she pointed out "I've been kicked off way too many sports teams t'continue playin'... always th'same story though. Too physical fer th'girl's team, and can't toss me onta th'boy's team."
Her shoulders popped up a shrug, as if to say "Oh well, I'm over it!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 11:50 am
Though sitting was one of his favorite past times, finding a bench didn't seem ideal at the moment; it would mean he would be spending a few hours in this park when he had a goal of making it home before the sun set ... to then sit for hours. A lamp post was found instead a few feet from the fountain, and Sheldon leaned lightly against it as Ellie resumed being an airplane.
"I didn't mind it," Sheldon explained, crossing one foot over the other to get a little more comfortable. Another flick of ashes and the cigarette was brought back to his lips. "I was never built for sports really anyways." He was always thin and lanky, he could run for sure but other sports? yeah... no.
"Some girl's sports are just as tough as guy's though ... like lacrosse and hockey." He shrugged, "Or did you just give up and go to working on cars?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:06 pm
"I was never a fan of hockey... an' Lacrosse is too recent fer me t'have joined a team fer it when I was a kid." The girl, having plenty of energy to spare, decided to use a usual outlet for her need to move around. With a hop that seemed to completely ignore the fact she had a skirt on, she soon enough was on the lip that surrounded the fountain. Of course, her companion got a good shot of her paw print underwear thanks to her less than graceful motion, but Ellie seemed to ignore it. She never moved around in a skirt like a girl was supposed to.
Soon enough, the girl was literally wandering over the ledge surrounding the fountain, soon enough walking in circles while continuing on the conversation.
"Naw, I was a big fan of soccer. Got inta' too much trouble fer full body tackles though." She grinned as she passed Hobbes, starting another trip around the fountain.
"I guess before ya knew it, I found myself spendin' more time with cars than wantin' t'play sports an' crap." Her voice paused for a moment, seeming to think over the words she was about to say. The tomboy wasn't really too much of a thinker, but when she did try to use her brain every so often, everyone knew it.
"I don't really think that counts as givin' up... jus' a change in interests, I guess ya can say."
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 12:01 am
"Maybe you should have just gone out for football," Sheldon suggested, dropping his used filter to the ground to stomp it out. It was the only other thing he could think of to do, but as she mentioned.. change in interests. He was all too familiar with that concept.
"Shall we move on?" He questioned, pushing himself off the lamp post and back to the street. It was a question addressed to their idle wanderings as well as perhaps subject matter as this one seemed to have found its end - more for him really as he could end most conversations with his lack of talking.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 12:43 am
Obviously Hobbes never had to deal with the kids sports teams when he was growing up, so he didn't know all the intricacies to them. This included the fact that kids football teams didn't let girls on the teams.
When he suggested they move on, she stopped her endless cycle of wandering around the fountain with a hop, skirt once more not cooperating and fluttering up more than it would have if it had been pants. She landed firmly on the ground, then wandered over to the boy again.
"Yeah, sure..." The tomboy swung her hands up behind her head, waiting for the walking to begin before actually doing the "moving on" with the conversation as well.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:37 pm
Her second hop and flutter of skirt did get noticed by the green haired teen, but he made no verbal comment at least. One eye squinted, quizzically at her in a manner of 'you do realize you're in a skirt, right?' If she caught it, so be it. They were at least going to carry on down the rest of the street and Sheldon took the lead.
The conversation, or even change of subject, did not continue. At least with him. He never minded silence, sometimes reveled in it, and simply pulled another cigarette from the carton stashed in his back pocket and lit it like he had the first. He exhaled a long stream of smoke, gaze forward towards wherever unfocused to wherever they were now going to head.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:24 pm
Ellie walked in exaggerated steps, one large step forward followed by another and another. It was almost like watching some child walking around in their parent's overly large shoes, except it was a teenager without the giant shoes.
If she had noticed the glance about her skirt, she chose to ignore it, though it was most likely due to the fact she didn't notice it. She rarely noticed any sort of attention she gained from accidental flashing.
Her eyes were on the sky for a bit as they continued walking, and eventually, she glanced at Hobbes. He was lighting up again? Damn, he must have been really addicted!
"So, yer parents make ya study fer somethin' in particular, or jus' wantin' ya t'be valedictorian or somethin'? Like, they want ya t'become a dentist or somethin'?" She laughed slightly, since she just reminded herself of that Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer movie. Who the hell would honestly want to become a dentist?
One of the worst careers ever!
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:49 pm
Even in his lethargic slouched pace, Sheldon managed to keep up with Ellie and peculiar strides. He momentarily glanced over to watch her teeter here and there, blowing out steady puffs of smoke here and there.
His gaze turned to the ground, watching the ashes fall to the ground and hummed softly at first in response to her inquiry. He snorted next, at the thought of being a dentist. It would a step up of where he was now in their eyes, but still low. "Not a dentist, no. Get a Doctorate yeah, that was ideal for them." He explained thoughtfully, "they just wanted us to be the best we could be, like them."
"Again, I didn't mind," he smiled. Still didn't maybe, just didn't have the same enthusiasm as a child.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:42 pm
"Doctorate, eh?" She let out an impressed whistle, but stopped it short to let out a small cough. UNGH, cigarette smoke! No big deal, but it still tasted like a**.
"What sorta doctorate were ya lookin' t'get? Like, I know ya could get a doctorate in teachin' rather than in medicine or sh*t like that."
The tomboy rather bluntly pointed a finger in the direction of the burning roll of tobacco in his hand and mentioned "An' somehow I doubt yer lookin' t'get a doctorate in medicine." It was the truth in her opinion, and she shot a big grin in his direction.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:34 pm
Oh haha, Sheldon's eyes narrowed slightly at her little attempt of a joke and jab (he saw it as one, not a totally funny haha kind). For good measure, he took in a longer than usual drag and expelled the smoke mostly through his nose and a little more in her direction. She was going to have to deal with it.
"Physics," he answered as smoke continued to stream out of his mouth. "Experimental." Sheldon rolled his shoulders a little, getting a kink out as they continued to walk. Cigarette resting in between two fingers, he brought his hand up to brush a few strands of loose green from his eyes. The smell of burning tobacco filled his nostrils more than they usually did, but he took it in as nothing special.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 12:18 am
Despite how he retaliated with the smoke blowing, there was still a grin on the girl's face. It was a perfectly acceptable response. Guys did d**k things like this all the time, and in all honesty, it was something she understood better than a lot of the things other girls did.
"Physics, eh?" She was still grinning at him, and soon enough she patted her hand on his shoulder again. "Yer probably the coolest nerd I know then." Apparently Physics automatically earned the label of "nerd" in her book, but he was now the coolest of them?
Taking her hand back, she glanced towards the sky. It wasn't a clock, but it was still a decent way to tell the time of day it was. It was still plenty light, but it wasn't bright like noon-time bright. ********* would probably be pissed off at her for taking her sweet time, but what Ellie did was Ellie's business. Cat had no right to take that away.
"Ya know, we should hang out or somethin'... later though... cause I think I'm gonna head back now..." She hadn't even bothered to look back at him, and her voice had some sort of tone that just sounded like she was thinking aloud, rather than speaking to him.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 10:55 pm
It had been a long time since he had gotten rid of the stigma of 'nerd,' and a while since he last heard the general term in relation to Physics - video game and other 'geek-ish' context sure... but not academic. Sheldon's smile didn't drop from the labeling, in quirked a notch really. "Thanks, I suppose." Compliment? Okay, and with an added pat on his shoulder. She seemed to like doing that.
And what really took his cigarette heavy smile up a notch was her later suggestion. Ellie was really wanting to 'hang out' with him more? She was a brave girl, wanting to deal with the dull and boring that was Sheldon Hobbes. "I thought that's what we were doing," he joked to her instead, slowing his pace as she continued to walk.
Sheldon stopped all together with his hands in his pockets, watching her retreating back. He chuckled to himself, realizing that after all this they had never exchanged anything other than names; no numbers or anything .... not that he would have really wanted to. So, her desire to spend time together would depend entirely on them running into one another.
And seeing as how this was the third time he had run into Ellie Spectre, he was figured the chances of it happening again were pretty high.
[FIN]
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