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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:35 pm
"Aw, B*TCH!" It was sort of a reaction to both Max and the new problem that Ridley had read aloud. Without so much as a moment's hesitation, Ellie's hand was smacking the back of her English Project partner's head for the dig he had at her.
Having tended to that problem, she then proceeded to try and work out the problem that the orange-kid had put on the table. Being an older student, the blonde's mind was already going to exponentials. However, that was definitely not something she learned in elementary school. Hell, it wasn't even something she learned of in middle school!
Which meant that the blonde was mentally figuring this stuff out first to see how she could explain solving it. Fortunately, it was much easier than exponentials, and soon enough the teen had an explanation to haphazardly offer.
"Ya can either write out all of the combinations... or ya can figure out how many combinations ya got with 1 shirt and th'pants... then figure it out fer the rest of th'shirts." If she was remembering correctly, 1 shirt had 4 combinations with the pants, which meant if there were 5 shirts, it should have been as simple as five times four.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 12:18 am
Max's head jerked from the unexpected hit, his eyes wincing closed after her hand made contact with the back of his head. He really had no idea that Ellie could hit that hard; really it wasn't that hard compared to what had to deal with in football but for a girl... though this girl was Ellie Spectre. But, being smacked was not something he was hoping to be on his list for today's activities.
Maybe he should have though. He sighed heavily and just picked up another cut up paper and taped it to the board. "Do we have many left to put on this?" They could almost be done and then all he had to do was write out the oral part of their presentation. And then Ellie could be out of his hair and hopefully before his mom asked if she was staying for dinner.
Ridley was debating on the options that Ellie had given her. Writing out the combinations seemed like the best idea, more visual and would let her count it out. The little girl hummed as she reached to the table and snatched up a piece of paper that Ellie had left behind in her cutting. Seeing as how she had almost put a hole from erasing so much with the last problem, she wasn't going to chance it.
She went to work on writing out the combinations of words to represent each shirt and pair of pants.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 9:14 pm
With a small pile of cut out paper, the blonde shoved it at the boy.
"That's the rest... it's done." Since she was done with the scissors, she now went to put them where they belonged, up high where little tangerine-girl couldn't reach.
Standing nearby and looming over the boy's shoulder, she then asked "Am I done 'ere?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 1:03 am
Max took the shoved over pile of cut papers gladly. Because really, it meant only one thing, "Yeah, you're done here. I'll give you the presentation part when I see you at school," if she prepared or not was her problem, not his.
They were so close to be done and over with this project and she would be out of his hair.
Ridley's head picked up at those words, her mind caught between two emotions. One the one hand, she could get back to being noisy and normal and all over the place with Max helping her on her homework - and helping with the poster - but on the other hand, Ellie had been awesome with explaining her math homework. Did she really want her to go?
"Are you leaving?" She asked, with a ping of sadness deep down hidden somewhere there.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:09 am
Not being the sort to overstay her welcome, the teen just seemed to nod her goodbyes to her classmate and began to grab her things she had shown up with. In the middle of such a simple task, the child asked the question with the obvious answer. Ellie wasn't a "kid person." She avoided them when she could, and when she was around them she didn't coddle them by trying to act nice.
So her response was anything but kind.
"I don't exactly live 'ere, kid... so yeah... I'm leavin'!" With all of her things gathered, she tucked her helmet under her arm, then let herself out of the room. She was a big kid. She knew how to leave a house. Just go out the way she came in. As she walked down the hallway, it seemed as if she was silently saying I don't need an escort to your door.
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