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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 5:42 pm
Even though he saw it coming, Sheldon still nearly crumpled to the table but managed to catch himself in order to avoid falling into his protected plate of nachos. Though, that save cost him something else he could have figured would happen.
Ellie touching the rest of his food.
Sheldon frowned, watching his food get fondled by the blonde, teasing him and taunting him. He made a disgruntled sound and popped a cheesy chip into his mouth and chewed irritatedly. "I'm just going to take longer then," he grumbled between bites and gave Ellie a glare.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 7:17 pm
Unlike the evening before where she had been less willing to give him his food back, today the young adult simply put his taco back in place, as if that had been her intent the whole time. "Chill Hobbes... I already ate my food... Can't ya take a joke?" She waggled her eyebrows at him one whole time before she settled back and resumed downing her second helping of pink lemonade.
After one long gulp, she then added something else to give the green haired boy to think about. "Though if ya take too long, I might have t'start workin' on givin' ya a dead arm or somethin'... I do get bored ya know..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 7:24 pm
Couldn't he take a joke? Well, yes normally he could and on occasion dish out some pretty decent ones, he was that sort of laid back kind of guy after all who let things roll off of him ... usually. There was just something about Ellie that always made him so defensive about things from time to time; that and he never knew when she was kidding herself and trying to take a jab at her always landed him in some sort of pain.
So, Sheldon just grumbled some incoherent response, not even sure what he was trying to tell the girl anything if he was saying anything at all and just continued to eat his tacos and nachos. Really, he just wanted to eat at a reasonable pace and get home to his nice comfy couch. "You're just going to have to wait," he replied finally in some form of inteligible English, finishing off another plate of tacos.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:23 pm
He had been warned. She did say if he took too long, she'd give him a dead arm, right? Yet there he went, obstinately going at that slow and steady turtle pace. "Well... I'm th'one doin' ya a favor by lookin' over that pile of scraps that ya call a 'bike.' So..."
One jab to the arm.
"Hurry."
Two jabs to the same spot on his arm.
"Up."
She grinned, as if to warn him that there was definitely more where that came from. Maybe even to warn him that she was indeed a master of the game of dead arm.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:06 pm
When had they agreed she would look at his bike? He would have remembered something like that, all Sheldon had done was asked her opinion via cellphone pictures. That didn't seem like an invitation to physically look it over; unless he was mistaken by what their conversation had lead to... which had been interrupted by the arrival of food.
The chips in Sheldon's fingers snapped from her first jab and fell back into the plate. Leaving nothing but cheese, bits of salsa, onions and a few other greens and whites left on his fingers. The grease furthered down his fingers into his hand as he defensively recoiled in on himself with the continued hits. "Ow!" He pitifully whined, "dammit Ellie, that hurts!"
And she was delaying them further really, but that thought hadn't reached his mind aside from his numb his arm was feeling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:47 pm
She was still grinning. With a third jab she added the helpful hint "Ya know, ya got two arms... maybe ya should start eatin' with th'other hand... cause I ain't stoppin'!" A fourth jab was aimed in the exact same spot. With all of the fuss, even the people behind the counter were starting to notice the abuse that Sheldon was now having to endure.
Which begged the question: should they even bother to try to intervene? If they tried, it seemed as if this blonde might end up pummeling them in retaliation to interrupting her current "game."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 12:00 am
Sheldon's defensive curl deepened with each strike, his body a tight little ball and nearly laying in his seat as he just took the abuse like a wuss he was. Well, he was on the seat until one of her jabs tried to get him to try a new maneuver: rolling and moving. This ended him up on the floor under the table.
Well, at least the hitting stopped because there was a barrier. For now. Sheldon remained curled in his defensive move as his free and unharmed hand rubbed at his sore upper arm. He had half a mind to crawl out and run but... Ellie could probably outrun him. "This isn't productive...." Sheldon instead whined.
By this time, one of the braver female employees decided to step up. Not without a serving tray acting as a mock shield, and just something she could hold on to as she nervously neared the pair. "Exc... excuse me, but we really can't allow such... behavior .... and uh," her eyes locked into Ellie, "if you continue, we're going .. to have to ask you to leave...."
That seemed like the right thing to say, right? The Taco King girl hadn't experienced this sort of thing with someone older than nine, so it was a weird request to her really.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:08 pm
By the time Sheldon was under the table, Ellie was laughing it up from her current place. "Oh my F*CKIN' GOD! Hobbes, ya really are the pussiest of the pussies! Seriously, did ya lop off yer balls last night? Is that why ya can't jus' f*ckin' hurry up?"
The blonde's commentary came to an end as some other mousy girl began to approach. With an even mousier thing to say. With her grin mellowing out into a half smirk, the bully of a girl simply smacked the serving tray out of her hand.
"Show me an official corporate sign that tells me I can't act like this an' maybe I'll stop." While still looking the girl dead on, Ellie managed to grab the tray of food on the table and pass it down under the table to the sulky green haired boy. With a foot she merely tapped him, as if to signal HURRY UP AND EAT ALREADY.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:50 pm
Was there really a point to responding. Something told Sheldon that even if he had a clever quip to her actuations, that they would just be mocked further and it really wasn't worth the effort.
To put matters worse, she was putting his food under the table for him to eat. After making the poor employee squeak when the tray clattered to the ground. Sheldon could hear her trying to stammer something out about 'having the right to refuse service' but it was obvious the girl was too nervous around the loud blonde.
At least she wasn't hitting him anymore, which really was the whole problem in the first place. Well, after tapping him with her foot. But, still. No hitting.
But the food under the table really was a killing blow to the situation and Sheldon sighed bitterly. It was either sulk under the table like a child or grow a pair - which really wasn't the best of phrases after Ellie decided he didn't even have any - and storm out.
Sheldon attempted the second idea, but more or rolled out from under the table, with food in hand as to not fall on it and placed it on the table. It was a switch for the phone really, which he had left on the top and without a word he made his way to the exit. An angry tired look all the while on his face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 8:12 pm
"...yeah... 'bout that..." Gold eyes glanced to the ground where the platter now lay. "Show me somethin' in writin'... maybe I'll think 'bout it." Casually, she took a sip from her cup, only to notice that her companion not only was rolling out from under the table, but then began to make his exit.
"God... 'bout time!" Since she was ready to go a while ago, this was a welcome sight, despite the fact Hobbes seemed to want to leave without her. Popping up to her feet, she waved a couple fingers at the girl in departure before casually mentioning "Oh yeah... do yer job and clean that table up... one of those tables is f*ckin' sticky like hell!"
Before Sheldon had even made it to the door, Ellie was already pushing it open, walking through, then holding the door for him while still facing away. "Let's see what th'f*ck is goin' on with yer vehicle..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:55 am
The employee made a move to retort, trying to find her voice and courage to point to one of the little signs in the window but when the guy with Sheldon emerging from the table and leaving and the blonde continuing her rude remarks and also departing, she just couldn't find anything.
She hefted an uneasy sigh as she nearly sank into the chair next to her. People these days, she shuddered, idly wondering if there was a way to ban those two people from King Taco.
Sheldon, in the mean time, didn't say a word as Ellie found her way back to his side like a thorn. Not so much as a mutter of thanks from his lips as she held the door open for him and continued to chatter him up about his bike.
How was she still so perky? Then again, she wasn't the one on the receiving end of constant jabs and demeaning remarks causing the escape under the table in a pathetic manner. The green haired boy took in a deep breathe, cooling the anger that was pooling in his mind, he never liked it to surface and never liked to have it linger in his system. He liked being relaxed, being placid, not a care in the world. It was easier to live with an indifferent attitude but Ellie, especially right now, was making it really hard.
So, he just kept walking, shoving his hands back into his front pockets in silence back towards his apartment.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:13 am
Sheldon was hard to read.
Given how quiet and indifferent he normally was, his shift into silence seemed almost normal. However, rather than let the air remain silent between them, Ellie just began listing off various predictions and observations as she saw it in her overly biased brain.
"...well... I wouldn't imagine that anybody would be gankin' parts off'a yer Brillo. Maybe if it was a Vespa... not so much a Brillo, though I suppose some parts will always be interchangeable no matter what vehicle ya got. Like screws."
The last comment was meant to be a joke and her own mouth formed a half grin, but it seemed as if her audience was "clueless" as usual (even though it was just stubborn anger). When the punchline didn't get any reaction, Ellie shrugged and continued to talk. She didn't need Hobbes' approval to keep talking as she saw fit.
"Personally, Vespas ain't my style either. Go full-blown motorcycle or not at all. Or even better... cars... God, I really need t'get my a** goin' on my sh*t at home... A car is easier t'tote around without getting sh*t jacked on it than a motorcycle. It's th'only real difference... it's much easier t'jack sh*t off of th'smaller vehicles... even The Spectrum ain't safe... especially with how dangerous th'city is at times."
As a senshi, she knew first hand about all the magic that was thrown about on a nightly basis. Her motorcycle was safer in the garage and out of harm's way. She didn't need a repeat incident like that one Negaverse guy trying to steal The Spectrum in that parking lot one time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:40 pm
Sheldon was barely paying attention as she rattled on about bikes; his mind would probably later gather she was once again adding her opinions about how lame his was. Better not to listen, just to cool the unwanted anger he had gathered from the short ordeal.
All that was going through his mind was the desire to be at home, on his couch coasting on the high that he had gotten from last night. Not the boiling unpleasantness and the humiliation. All Sheldon wanted to do was let it roll off, even though he wanted to just scream at Ellie to shut up and leave him alone, but exploding wasn't in his nature and he just didn't want to see what would happen if he did start to yell.
It probably wasn't healthy, but whatever. At least the trip back home was quicker than how long it had taken them to travel the path last night - even though they didn't totally remember it all. Sheldon saw his street come closer and soon enough, his apartment building looming again.
And sure enough ... with more steps, the dismantled bike and the box of crackers scattered near the scene. When the pair finally got close enough, Sheldon's lulled expression turned into a frown as he surveyed the scene. It was just as how Shawn had photographed it for him, just less blurry and more real. The green haired youth toed a piece of metal as his yellow eyes looked around.
"Is that a screwdriver?" Were his first words after so much walking.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 3:38 pm
(OOC: Somewhere in Sheldon's brain, something starts singing "I'm a tumor I'm a tumor!")
Ellie couldn't believe how quiet Sheldon's reactions were as he looked over the vehicle. In contrast to his much more subdued reaction, the blonde just began to circle the vehicle, looking very close at it and almost laughing out "OH SH*T... THEY JACKED YER... OH WAIT... THERE IT IS..." It was pretty odd. Every time she saw a part that had been removed, she was able to locate it on the ground nearby. Of course, some of the parts managed to get some cracker crumbs all over it.
Eventually, Ellie saw the culprit. Apparently Hobbes did too, seeing as his first utterance was focused completely on it.
"Yeah... I guess it is!" Her front teeth managed to find part of her lip to chew on. It wasn't something she did often, but she had a reason for lip chewing today.
That was her screwdriver.
"...ya know... I don't think this sh*t would be very hard t'fix... do ya have any other tools 'round that I could use?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:29 pm
There were crumbs, Sheldon noticed, his eyes following the loose trail that lead him to the box that had been discarded where it had fallen the night before. It brought a short pang of sadness to see it; there were perfectly good crackers still left in that box. Did the people who dismantled his bike do that as well? Sad.
Sheldon had half a mind to go get the box, not caring that it was probably now filled with ants. Snack foods, munchies. But Ellie was asking him something and it brought his mind back to the situation.
Well, at least he had been distracted and his mind was a little more cleared and less angry. "What?" He drawled, shifting his attention back tot he blonde, "you really think I'm the sort to have tools and stuff?" That was a silly question.
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