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 Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 11:20 pm
Ellie did have a point there, and Max best expressed it with yet another sigh. "Alright, alright." The only reason his grades were decent were to keep his GPA up for his scholarship, it wasn't a full ride but it was would make him less of a financial burden on his parents and less student loans in the coming future.
Ridley's noise even with her promised silence went unnoticed - sibling habits coming in handy - but at the mention of decorating something, his head picked up from his notes. It then suddenly stopped, as did the small creaks from the spinning of the chair. "I wouldn't mention-" he stopped short, noticing the hopeful look in his sister's eyes when the mention of decorating a poster came to topic.
Max looked from Ellie to his sister and back again, "Yeah, its on. Just hit the button to turn the monitor back on and shake the mouse a little to wake it up." He spared a worried glance at Ridley, who still looked willing and able to play with glitter upon their poster.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 2:30 pm
Golden eyes were still on the child, and it was easy enough to see the child's eyes seemingly sparkle. Ellie didn't think she had suggested anything all that amazing, so this sudden shift in expression on Ridley's face didn't compute. At. All.
"Kid... ain'tcha supposed t'be workin' on yer homework?" her voice reminded quite sharply. The tomboy shifted slightly in her chair so she could lean back slightly as she crossed her arms in the child's direction. If she wasn't working on her homework, then there really was no point in keeping her in this room with the big kids. She certainly wasn't concentrating, like Max had suggested she would.
The only thing to get her to cease with her mental criticisms was the mention of the computer. One arm loosened itself from the criss-cross at her chest and eventually drifted to the mouse. The blonde didn't see the need to turn on the monitor first, so she just rolled the mouse a slight bit, just enough to wake the machine up. The soft hum of the now awake computer touched the air. Now that she'd need to see what she was doing with the computer, she finally turned away from the orange-haired child to face the monitor. She then pressed the button and waited to see what sort of desktop was greeting her on screen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:14 pm
Ridley grunted, still keeping her word that she would be quiet as she possible could and make a curt turn in her chair to the offending homework. Her little hands shifted through all the papers, a little on the noisy side as the expression she bore was clearly not a happy one. Finding the one where she had last left off - in order, as she had started skipping to easier ones - she sighed and stared at the math worksheets of evil.
Right now, she was going to compare those problems to Ellie: totally not nice. Maybe the sooner those two finished their stupid project - that she was so not going to decorate now - the sooner she would leave and the world would be a place of sunshine and rainbows again.
The computer, unaware of human emotions, clicked on in its programed manner from its nap. The little light on the monitor glowed a dull orange before it changed to a happy green and illuminated the area with a soft glow. On the incredibly organized desktop - folders and programs lined up like ducks and labeled in color coded - greeted Ellie. As well as an elderly plump man who, wearing an accomplished smile, as he leaned all cool like with his shades against a classic Sunbeam Tiger in sleek sapphire black.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:37 am
Ellie had mixed emotions about the desktop. Mostly because, there was a pretty nifty car there, but at the same time, there was also a random old dude.
"A '65 Sunbeam Tiger, eh?" she mused before tactlessly adding "...ditch th'old guy and it'd be a great desktop image." It wasn't like she knew who the old guy was, but a classic car always made a good desktop image when by itself. Not waiting for permission, the blonde then went into the menu and pulled up a basic word program with a few clicks. She reached back to her own pile of work she had done prior and picked up her notebook. Flipping through a couple of pages, she located what she needed. Character listing!
Though there was a strange tenseness to the air in the room thanks to the various personalities conflicting with the others, Ellie seemed to ignore it quite well. She had something to work on, and she was easily able to ignore the doom and gloom in the room. Locating the keyboard, she began to type. She wasn't exactly a speed demon when it came to typing, but it was fast enough to get the job done. Soon enough the room was filled with the sound of typing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:41 am
Ditch the... Ridley picked up her head from her homework, which she really wasn't doing that much anyway with the distraction of a brand new person present. She gave Ellie a look that was reminiscent of Beaker from Sesame Street. Eyes wide and her lower lip pushed up and pouty.
She gave herself a little push off the desk, just to get closer to the older girl and punched her in the arm as best she could. "That's my grandpa," Ridley explained in her best scolding voice with a finger in the air pointedly at the picture even when Ellie was clicking away and covering the desktop with needed programs. No one dismissed their grandfather like that, especially with him being so proud of that car.
Max had looked up when he heard the sound of impact, his eyes wide. The best he could do was cover his mouth in horror, awe and a little amusement in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Oh god, his sister had hit Ellie Spectre.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:37 pm
The child's tone would have gone ignored. It honestly would have, if it weren't for the attempt at a slug to the arm. Did it hurt? No. Not compared to some of the situations she had been in thanks to the Sailor Senshi business.
However, this was Ellie Spectre. She didn't go running away from getting hit. So, it wasn't surprising for Max at least when the blonde turned swiftly in the swiveling chair, and with an open palm shoved the child right back. At least the teen had sense enough to not use fists in this case. In a very direct manner, the teen looked at the child, eye to eye the moment Ridley dared to look in her direction again.
"Don't start somethin' ya can't finish!" the blonde said firmly. With that, she turned back to the computer and attempted to figure out where she had left off with her typing. Where she had stopped, there were several typos thanks to the sudden interuption of the child-punching-arm variety. In a less than grumbled tone, Ellie mentioned something about she didn't care who the guy was related to, she wanted to appreciate the car.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:36 pm
As the momentum of Ellie's push sent Ridley and her chair a few feet from her original spot next to the blonde, her eyes never left the rival yellow ones. They were set in a childish glare followed by an equally immature tongue stick out.
"What makes you think I'm not going to finish, hm?" Ridley dared to taunt back even as Ellie's attention went back to the computer. She had two older brothers, in all honesty, she had to learn to keep fighting or they were just going to beat her up further. But not knowing how far Ellie would go would be troublesome, especially with a nine year old. True, a lot of this didn't factor into her mind as she hopped off her chair but a spark of it did cross it. When she got closer to where Ellie sat, she held up her hands and pushed on the older girl's chair as hard as she could, hoping to make it budge and send it scooting across the floor as her's had.
It was the next act of Ridley, she was pushing back.
From the table, Max made a weak plea of 'oh no, Ridley, stop,' as he kept working. He had given up watching them, as long as fists didn't start flying, again. There was a project to be done and when battle wounds were sure to start appearing, he'd probably step in. Really, now he just wanted to see where this was going to go even if his gaze was down and at the papers he was analyzing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:30 am
Ellie had her feet firm against the ground. Even with wheels underneath the chair, with the biggest of pushes from the child, the blonde's chair wasn't going anywhere. However, that didn't mean that Ridley's efforts hadn't done something.
"SH*T!" Her fingers had just finished cleaning up all of the typos she had made from the previous efforts and started with a new blurb when that jolt from the chair hit her. And with it, a new string of typos.
Now, if Ellie had been a bigger person, she might have stopped, tried to cool down, maybe even explain to this snot-nosed brat that the quicker she finished up here, the quicker Ellie would leave and be out of Ridley's life forever. Max wasn't one of her friends, and he wasn't about to start being one of her friends either. Alas, Ellie was not such a big person. She spun in her chair to face the child just as fast as before and once more shoved the child, who this time didn't have a chair so cushion the blow. This time, the tomboy didn't turn back to her work and kept looking at the child. Looking as if she wanted to maul the kid, but was somewhat restraining herself.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:40 pm
With Ellie obviously being a bigger kid than she was, the push from the blonde made Ridley stumble back a good few feet. Her arm bumped into the side of the desk, making the little girl hiss (and Max look up for a second to make sure his sister hadn't died before turning back to his work). Ridley didn't even to bother to look if there was a cut or something, most likely from experience but also because she didn't want to lose focus. The focus was Ellie Spectre.
And even with her elbow throbbing a little, Ridley put on a determined face and stormed back towards Ellie, arms flying out when she was close enough to shove the chair again. But, those hands didn't connect with any part of the chair, but Ellie's knees instead.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:30 pm
Gold eyes had followed the child's movements as she flew back to hit the desk. They followed her as that expression on the child's face shifted slightly. They followed her as she stomped back up in front of the tomboy. So when the child's hands reached out to try shoving the teen's legs, it wasn't surprising when the child's hands were not only snatched up, but soon enough twisted behind the child in a sort of hold (that was complete painless). Now that the child was restrained, the teen glanced up to the kid's older brother.
"Okay, ya see how this ain't workin'... right?" With her chin, she pointed to the kid again, as if Ridley was an object rather than a person. "I can't type if she keeps botherin' me. Ya sure yer mom can't like... watch'er or somethin'?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:29 am
Max heaved a sigh, finally putting down his pen and sat up a little more. Apparently he would be needed in this situation as a mediator sooner than he had expected, though he had hoped Ridley would have gotten it out of her system or the two tired out. But Ellie had a point and the sooner she was done with her part the sooner she would be out of his home.
"Ridley," it would seem one stern word was able to halt another assault on the blonde for the moment but wouldn't stop her from thinking about attacking again. Max gave his little sister a look, that kind of look, which made Ridley back up a little and huff.
Her brother gave her another one of those looks, the kind that seemed like it was sort of an unspoken command or hint, especially when he nodded his head towards his project partner. Ridley frowned, her lips pushed together when it finally clicked what he wanted her to do. How unfair, it wasn't even her fault! Ellie so totally started it, "sorry," she still mumbled though as she turned and stomped off to get her chair back to its correct location.
But that didn't mean Ellie was scott free and it frankly felt weird that he had to basically lecture someone his own age. "You shouldn't have antagonized her. She was raised with brothers, what would you expect?" He had to ask, "you told her to finish what she started."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 3:53 pm
"Yer not sorry," the teen muttered as she let the kid go. If it weren't for the fact Ridley's brother was looking, Ellie might have added a push into her release of the child's hands.
As Max tried to play "mommy" in this whole ordeal, a pair of gold eyes rolled slightly. "Yeah, an' maybe ya shoulda listened when I said she should not be in this room. She ain't doin' homework if ya haven't noticed! Stop makin' up excuses fer yer sister." The teen shook her head, then swiveled her chair back into facing the work she had been doing. She pecked at the backspace key just so she could delete all of the typos which the child had caused with her last interruption.
"Seriously dude... don't get yer panties in a knot..." With that, the tomboy once more resumed her work.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:48 pm
Ridley's eyes pushed together, trying to resist the urge to go at it again with Ellie. But her brother was probably watching her soe she simply scooted her chair further away from where Ellie was sitting and propped her elbow on the desk to obscure her view of the older girl. Hmph! Ridley grumbled nonsense words as she played with her pencil.
"Probably right," Max simply sighed, "but too late now. And I'm not making excuses for her," well, maybe he was but he also figured Ellie would be the bigger person in the situation or something and not push back. Well, he had his hopes and maybe he was asking too much of both of the girls - especially his sister. He rolled his eyes at her other comments, thinking them juvenile and not worth replying to.
"Lets just get this over with." Max said instead, breaking out a small pad of post it notes to paste in the pages he wanted to reference later.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:59 pm
"Yeah... let's do this..."
Before she truly committed to working on her typing again, she glanced back to the child. It wasn't out of sympathy, and it wasn't because the teen felt apologetic. No, it was simply because she was curious if the kid had started working on her homework. Based off the way the child was just rolling a pencil around rather than holding onto it, Ellie ventured to guess that Ridley had given her homework the middle finger for now.
Not my problem...
With that, she resumed her typing. This time, there were no interruptions. Just the clacking of keys on the keyboard until the blonde was done.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:25 am
The clicking of the keyboard was the only sound for a while. It was accompanied by the roll of Ridley's pencil and a few sounds from Max's flipping of pages. Ridley's pencil soon stopped moving, finally being picked up to scratch at a few of the problems on her worksheet. A few of the equations on the sheet got filled out, the easy ones that she had started to work on before Ellie had even come over but now she was getting back to the ones that had given her trouble before. And now she actually had a reason to speak up, but when she picked up her head her orange eyes keyed in onto Ellie. And she frowned, not wanting to have to deal with her again.
Maybe she should ask her mother? But ... her mother was just as terrible at explaining these things as her teachers. Max was the better person to ask but he was busy. And Ellie was still working and still here. She was going to have to wait, huh.
Max flipped to the last of his notes, looking them over to check if anything was going to be needed for their poster. "Hey, Ellie. You almost done?" He asked as he flipped the page over, not needing it for their project. "I think we should start getting the poster arranged." Getting it arranged would mean they would almost be done.
Well, for now.
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