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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 7:57 pm
 I Hate Multiple Choice Questions (Ellie Spectre)Word Count: 595
God, she hated the DMV.
Neither of her parents had the time to take her to the DMV. Heck, neither of her parents had the time to help her set up an appointment for the test itself. Calling and setting up the appointment was a test in patience, just like waiting in line. Somehow, the girl managed to get a day and time set up for her test.
And that day had come.
She had already taken care of getting in and waiting through a MUCH SMALLER version of the line she waited in on her first visit. When she got to the front of the line, she was then given a written test and told to go to the testing area.
"...Testing area?" the blonde repeated.
The person behind the counter (who was apparently named Frank) pointed to a small section in the DMV that had counters in a near U shape. Ellie wasn't the sort to hide her emotions so much (at least, certain emotions), so her eyes seemed to widen and felt like they were going to bulge right out of the sockets.
Perhaps it was the fact that she was used to the high school testing environment. You know, the ones that gave you chairs. You could actually sit down.
She managed to utter a simple "Th' ********!" but sulkily shuffled herself off into that little U-shaped section meant for written exams. In all honesty, Ellie knew this was already a bad start.
Ellie hated having bad starts.
The tomboy settled herself towards the corner, picked up a pencil, then began to set to work.
She read the first question. She filled in a bubble for the correct answer without hesitation.
She read the second question. Filled in a bubble without hesitation as well.
She repeated this process until all questions had been answered. And then she did something she never did before in her life.
Ellie Spectre was double checking her work. Apparently the apocalypse was on the way. In all honesty, this was a very important test. She was not about to fail just because she was too lazy to do something she had never done before.
Though there was a reason why she never double checked her work. Going over it, she found even on the first question, she was second guessing herself. Was the answer C instead of B? The girl could feel her jaw tensing up as she began to grit her teeth. She managed to trudge past the first question, and the second question, and at about the fifteenth question, she had one bitter thought running through her mind.
This is why I don't double check my work, UNGH!!!!
The blonde grunted out slightly before pushing past question fifteen and continuing on until she got to the end. There was no way in hell that she'd try triple checking her work. Triple checking was something only nerds and brainiacs did.
Taking long, rushed steps, she went to turn in the hardest part of the motorcycle test. If anything, everything else would be a cake walk after this point.
Ellie Spectre was right.
By the end of the day, she was walking out of the DMV with her new motorcycle license.
The picture was absolutely awful, but she got it!
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 9:24 pm
In for a Rough Ride (Ellie Spectre)Word Count: 806 Yes!
She had her motorcycle license. This meant no more worrying. She could ride around whenever and where ever she wanted. It wouldn't hurt to run across town to go to school, just so her body wouldn't get pathetically weak with the lack of exercise, but now she would be able to ride The Spectrum whenever she wanted.
Ellie Spectre couldn't be prouder.
In celebration of her accomplishment, she was going to ride down the Maze. It was one of those stereotypical windy roads that racers liked to race along. It was called the Maze simply because it was so windy that a lot of people got lost after a while. As with most windy roads, it was dangerous, and if one wasn't careful, they could ride right off the edge of a cliff.
It wouldn't be her first time down that path, to be rather honest. As usual, she put on her helmet and slung her backpack along her shoulders before rolling out. It was always a rush when she first got to a good speed, feeling the air rushing past her, only chilling her slightly, because she remembered to wear a jacket.
As she managed to get to the start of the Maze, the girl strangely felt two hands wrap around her waist in an almost possessive fashion. What the f*ck is this sh*t?! was her initial reaction, but she couldn't physically swing herself around to look at what was holding onto her. If she foolishly turned around, she would crash, and this was not a crash-friendly zone. As if the hands were enough, she soon enough felt the weight of her helmet suddenly vanish, and in place of the helmet's weight, she felt two lips upon her ear.
"So, how many have you killed?"
The voice was familiar, for it was her own, at least, last she checked. The Spectrum swerved slightly at her initial confusion, but Ellie recovered, continuing along the road.
"What? What are you talkin' 'bout?" she demanded as the air nipped at her skin.
The hands behind her squeezed about her tighter before drifting up higher, becoming more intimate.
"Those from the Negaverse." the voice said almost casually, some disinterest hinted in the tone.
The temptation to turn around and face the Sailor Scout behind her continued to rush through her, but each time, the slight swerve of her bike beneath her snapped her out of the lingering desire.
"What are you talkin' 'bout! I've killed assloads of Youma!"
"I didn't say Youma."
The hands about her body began to pull at the girl's jacket, somehow managing to pull it off (though Ellie didn't even let go of her handle bars, weird). Now as the air rushed past, it felt absolutely frigid, almost as if it was cutting through her. She leaned into a turn, almost snarling out "You mean the Lieutenants?!"
"You heard Kunzite. You should be killing them. Haven't you even killed one of them yet?"
The bike wobbled upright again for the short straightway on the road. "What?! No!!"
"Then you are no longer of any use to the Senshi. I'll tell ********* goodbye for you. And send Castor your love." The voice was rather cruel, almost teasing in a sense. It knew what buttons to push.
The bike was soon enough leaning into another curve, but this time something happened. The figure behind her released its hold, and all of a sudden jumped up, unrealistically slamming down into her, pushing the bike down further in the turn. A gloved hand was grabbing the blonde girl roughly by the hair and shoving her face into the asphalt.
Ellie's helmet had been stripped away long ago, so she could feel the flesh ripped away, shredding against the rough road beneath them. The pain wasn't just ripping through her face, oh no, it was just running through her full body, all the way down her spine.
The last thing she heard was the simple utter of "Bye bye, loser!" A single panicked golden eye managed to catch sight of Super Sailor Iris, grinning maniacally, before suddenly jumping away.
Ellie no longer had control of the bike, and as a result, it easily abandoned the road. It abandoned the cliff. It fell down to the brush beneath...
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Ellie Spectre woke up.
Her eyes desperately searched for the familiar glow of her clock. It apparently was 2:47 am.
"God... f*ck..."
Her hand reached up and brushed along her cheek, as if checking to see if there was still skin there. The skin was there, but the whole area tingled.
"...F*CK! I normally wake up before then..." she bitterly complained before attempting to settle back into her bed. However, she couldn't seem to ignore that feeling along her cheek. Ellie fell asleep again, but when was anybody's guess at this point.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 1:01 am
 So you got a bike, eh? (Ellie + Jesse)Word Count: 2,930
RP link
While riding around, Ellie encounters a pretty sweet ride and a bad a** rider. There's a friendly scuffle and some deals made.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:19 pm
Purse dog? Nah (Ellie + Damon)RP link
Ellie encounters Damon at the park walking his dog, Belle. Somehow, she manages to convince him to join her for Mexican food.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 3:14 pm
 Dressed for Distress (Iris + ********* + Wolframite)Word Count: 2,944
RP link
Iris and ********* encounter Wolframite in an alleyway and Iris accidentally traps ********* with the enemy. ********* gets injured as a result.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:44 pm
Shock to the System (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 1,318 Ellie Spectre knew nothing about cats. It wasn't really her fault. She never liked cats, never planned to own a cat, and in all honesty wanted nothing to do with cats.
Then ********* came along.
********* was a talking cat. An annoying talking cat that showed up all the time and interrupted Ellie Spectre's daily schedule.
Today had been no exception.
Except, that stupid cat was injured and unconscious. In the line of duty, the cat sacrificed herself in essence so that Sailor Iris could save the day. Sailor Iris had saved the day, but now Ellie Spectre was left with an unconscious cat. Doing as any person would do that had no idea what to do with an animal, she went to the local vet. She pushed her way to the counter with the little pale gray lump in her arms.
"Found this cat... dunno what happened, but it ain't movin'..."
It was a lie that she didn't know what happened, but what was she supposed to do? Explain how the cat got tied up to an agent of evil by a rainbow? Yeah, that'd fly over well.
The young lady with red hair at the counter signaled for Ellie to set the cat on down, and she did so obediently. The lady (whose name was apparently Cheryl, thank you name tags!) proceeded to lift up ********* upper lip, taking a good look at her gums. They were very pale.
Were they supposed to be that pale?
Cheryl had the answer. "Oh my god, this cat is in shock!" She quickly proceeded to clear the manx cat's airway, located some sort of pillow to set the cat on, then placed some sort of towel over the cat before bringing her into the back room.
And all Ellie could do was watch. Her mind was currently a blur of various obscenities. Cheryl returned and instructed that Ellie sit down in the waiting area as they worked on the cat. "That was very nice of you to do that for a stray" the redhead attempted to compliment. However, Cheryl didn't sound convinced that the cat was a stray at all. Stray cats didn't wear bell collars.
Cheryl took Ellie's hand and patted it slightly "...we'll do what we can, but this isn't something that is easy to work with..."
Wait.
Did the tomboy just get told that there was a chance that ********* might not make it?!
The blonde thudded down into a chair. "Well, f*ck a duck..." She sounded absolutely devastated, even if the cat wasn't hers, as she had told Cheryl. The receptionist squeezed her hand before patting it again, then slipping away back to the counter.
This left Ellie sitting there, leaning her head into her hands, looking down at her feet. What the hell was she supposed to do now? ********* had just been trying to pull a team together, and what did Ellie have to do? She f*cked it up, and probably just killed a guardian cat. The girl hated cats, but you didn't kill a guardian cat! She heaved a sigh before standing up.
Ellie Spectre was not one to take this sort of stuff sitting. She was the one who paced. She was the one who tapped her feet on the ground impatiently. She was the one who physically had to do something to get all of the nervous energy out.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours later, the vet came out to the waiting room. He asked the receptionist about who had brought in the manx, to which the redhead pointed in Ellie's direction. The animal doctor's eyebrows shot up, not expecting some punk-looking teenager to be the Good Samaritan, but the man wandered up to her.
"Miss...?" he uttered, placing a hand on her shoulder carefully.
"Ellie," the girl corrected. Even in a time like this, where she was worrying her head off, she still insisted on being called Ellie over a title like "Miss."
The man pulled his hand back as he corrected himself "Pardon. Ellie... you were the one who brought that manx cat in?"
Her head nodded.
"We've done what we can..."
That didn't sound good.
"...she had a broken leg, and plenty of internal bleeding..." He paused, almost dramatically.
Ellie wasn't the sort to cry. She looked the man in the eyes, her golden eyes seeming a bit glazed over.
"...but she'll make it."
That ten ton weight that had been on Ellie's shoulders. Lifted immediately after the final three words in the vet's statement. She spun around, hand to her head, big sigh of relief easily escaping her.
"Oh f*ck! Don't do that t'me! Son ova' b*tch!" After getting a few more choice curses out, she turned back to the vet. "Would it be possible t'see 'er?"
The man smiled and signaled with his hand for the tall girl to follow him. As they walked into the back room, he explained how ********* would need to stay overnight for observation, but if all went well, she'd be ready for release in the morning.
"The drugs are finally starting to wear off," he explained "So don't expect the cat to be all that alert."
The small pale spotted cat was in a simple cage, her pale green eyes drifting about the room in a slight daze. The drugs she was on were not the sort that made the cat loopy (which was a saving grace for the guardian cat, because she talked lots when loopy), but made a cat sleepy. Her leg was splinted up, and she hadn't noticed that there was some sort of needle stuck in her, giving her body some extra, yet much needed fluid.
This was not a familiar place. That much seemed to be running through the guardian cat's mind. Her mind hadn't quite caught up with her yet, and for the immediate moment, she was living in the present with no recall as to what had happened prior.
"There you go, Ellie... I have to ask though, are you planning to return this cat to its owner?" The blonde girl was kneeling down to the cage as the vet lightly pressed for information. It was the vet's job to make sure the animals were properly taken care of.
"I'll take care of 'er while lookin' round fer her owners," she BS'd on the spot. She pressed a finger up to the cage. "If I can't find th'owners... then I guess I got myself a new pet, right?" She turned to grin to the vet, who seemed okay with this answer, nodding his head slowly.
********* blinked slowly, as if she was sleepy. There was a finger in her resting space. Being a cat, she curiously leaned forward and sniffed the finger. It smelled familiar. The cat didn't think about her actions and merely began to lick the familiar scent.
With the scratchy feeling on her finger, the girl glanced back in the cage. "'Ey, cat! Ya gotta stay 'ere fer th'night so th'doc can make sure yer doin' okay. Whatever th'hell happened t'ya... it was pretty bad." The least Ellie could do was at least explain what was going on.
The voice was familiar too. It was a nice voice, even if it was a bit unpolished. The cat's eyes glanced up and found a familiar face to go with the familiar scent and the familiar voice. She probably would have said "'kay," but a yawn suddenly interrupted the moment.
The vet leaned down and touched Ellie on the shoulders. "Alright, let's go out front and take care of the paperwork now... we don't want you upsetting the other animals..."
The blonde pulled her fingers back. "See ya, cat!" Nothing too sentimental about the departure, yet somehow, there was something a bit different about the way Ellie Spectre had said it.
It almost sounded as if she cared.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:13 pm
So, about your free time... (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 1,067 This was the one thing Ellie Spectre never expected to do in at least a million years. Cat haters did not go pick up adorable wee baby kitty from the vet. Yet here the blonde was, walking to the vet with a cat carrier (borrowed from Zuniga's parents), ready to pick up ********* girl made quick work out of the whole sign-and-release thing, claiming that she was going to get the cat licensed and all that jazz. Directions were given about the cat's care, and then the tailless cat was packed into the cat carrier on top of a towel.
********* did not look very pleased.
That was not a good sign for the high school girl. After departing from the vet, Ellie walked a ways away. It was too silent for the tomboy's tastes, despite all the sounds along the streets.
"Ya know... it's okay t'talk, cat... ain't nobody 'round but us..."
Well, just them and the construction workers down the road, who probably couldn't hear a damned thing after all the work they did with loud machinery.
"I don't like carriers..." a voice inside of the carrier whined.
"Sulking isn't going t'fix the situation at all" was the prompt reply.
"...I don't like casts..."
Golden eyes rolled towards the sky for a moment. "If all yer goin' t'do is complain the whole way back, maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut 'bout ya bein' able t'talk." The girl shook her head, then laughed a bit. Ellie usually didn't laugh with the cat.
********* obviously noticed the difference as well, for the next thing she asked was "Who are you and what have you done with Ellie Spectre?" In all honesty, the manx's voice sounded sincerely concerned that the person holding her captive at the moment was not the Senshi of Rainbows.
The girl stifled a snort and let out a few chuckles before scolding "Don't be stupid, cat... dunno anybody else who talks like a dumb a**, do ya?"
"You have a point." In ********* experience, she had not met anybody who spoke in such an atrociously lazy manner. Some people had accents, some people spoke in slang, and then there was Ellie Spectre, a whole different category altogether. The cat glanced out of the carrier and let out a small sigh as she set her head on her cast.
"I take it I am going to be living with you for a while, yes?"
The girl stopped in step, causing the whole ride to stop for the feline. There was a silence, once again ignoring the construction further behind them now. The girl kicked her foot into the sidewalk slightly, causing the slight sound of plastic scraping against concrete to be heard. "What, did ya think I was gonna dump ya off on the side of th'road while ya can't even walk 'round?"
There was no hesitation in her response.
"Yes."
Now was Ellie's turn to sigh as she began to walk forward again. For a moment, she had to bite her tongue as she rounded the corner, catching sight of some lovey dovey couple who were making a show against the edge of the building.
"Get a room you two!"
Maybe "bite her tongue" was not the most accurate description. The girl offered a cheeky grin to the young couple before dashing forward. The cat in the carrier literally yelped at the sudden change in pace, but that was the only noise she made until the blonde spoke again.
"I kinda owe ya, cat..."
"My name is ********* someone didn't like to get corrected. "God damn it! Fine! I kinda owe ya, ********* style="color: gray">It went unmentioned that it was Sailor Iris' fault as to why ********* was in this condition. It was obvious to the girl, and it was obvious to the cat. Iris' attack had trapped *********. The Negaverse Lieutenant had been smart to take advantage of the snafu. Instead, a curt little "Yes, you owe me quite a bit."
As if the flood gates had been opened, the cat began to let the girl know exactly how she was going to rectify this problem. "Listen, and listen good, Ellie! This is going to make it quite difficult for me to continue doing my job..." Yes, ********* considered being a guardian cat a job "...so you will be patrolling with me. I won't cut into your school time, but you will be my legs when I need to go out."
A pause.
"Also, you obviously need some more training..."
"BULLSH*T I NEED MORE TRAINING!!!"
Good thing there was nobody around, for that would have earned Ellie Spectre plenty of odd stares in her direction.
"I am f*ckin' amazin'!! I totally can fight off whatever enemy there is!"
"No, Ellie, you are wrong!" ********* tone was unusually sharp, but it was necessary at the moment.
"I get it that you are all about fighting with your fists, but that's not enough. You go in, guns a blazing. You fight hard, but you don't fight smart. Your ribbon has so much more potential than you realize. That's what I am going to train you about."
The tomboy was almost home. She could tell by the gravel along the walkways. Her foot easily kicked up some of the loose pebble sized rocks, obviously trying to find some sort of outlet for the anger which was starting to bubble up inside of her. It was almost a role reversal, as now the tomboy sulked with a simple "You f*ckin' suck!"
"You'll die if you don't change your tactics now."
There was a silence that lingered again. The girl walked up to a house that didn't look all that impressive from the outside, hopping steps over the cobble stone pathway to her front door. She set down the carrier and began to fish for the keys from her backpack.
"I hate cats."
The recovering manx just laughed at the comment, not seeming remotely hurt by the statement. "I figured that was the case. Too bad, you're stuck with me, Ellie!"
There was a pause long enough for the girl to pull out her keys and to unlock the front door. The carrier was lifted up again, and one comment was tossed out, as if to move away from the serious subject from before.
"I'm hungry... do you have something I can eat?"
Ellie was doomed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 8:23 pm
Steed, thy name is Iris (Chronos + Iris + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 3,064
RP link
In which Iris meets a Princess. And fails to act accordingly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:56 pm
Something Wicked (Iris + ********* + Perseus + Sassolite)Word Count: 4,679
RP link
Iris and ********* encounter Sassolite as she prepares to attack a civilian. The civilian turns out to be Sailor Perseus. There is some smooching going on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:58 pm
Aimless wandering leads to company (Ellie + Sheldon)Word Count: 2,751
RP link
After shopping for some new clothes, Ellie encounters Sheldon and keeps him company for a short while.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:59 pm
Big Trouble in Little China (Iris + ********* + Taranis)Word Count: 2,201
RP link
Another senshi's battle on the rooftops with a Youma reveals some of Iris' own personal weaknesses.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:24 pm
Chemical Reactions (Ellie + Sydney)Word Count: 1,752
RP link
In which Ellie and Sydney attempt to blow up the school in chemistry class.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:08 pm
Ellie on a Hot Tin Roof (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 1,267 "You know, you really aren't as tough as you keep claiming you are."
That was how all of this started. Ellie had no way of preparing for the plans which ********* had processing through her little feline mind. The tomboy had been good and brought the cat down to watch her as she worked in the garage. For being such a small cat, the tailless freak of a cat certainly knew how to grate on Ellie's nerves with her requests. Changes of scenery were frequently requested. Extra food was also on the list of requests. The blonde could seriously swear that the cat was growing quite round already within the span of about a week.
The girl was sitting on a bench in the garage with a part she was tinkering with when the cat had dared to speak. Her eyes immediately found their way to ********* pale green ones. "Th'f*ck you say, cat?" she snorted out in retaliation.
The cat had her head leaning against that stiff cast-wearing leg, staring intently at her girl. "You heard me. You aren't that tough." Even though she was challenging that rough-and-tumble girl from her team, her voice was still absolutely friendly and non-confrontational.
If there was one thing you didn't do, it was challenge how tough Ellie Spectre was. She set her current project down on the bench, stood up, and walked up to where the cat was resting on the washing machine. ********* could easily recognize the swagger on the girl, which was easily a hint that there was going to be some profanity in her near future.
"You gotta be f*ckin' blind, ya stupid a** cat! All those other retards that call themselves senshi rely on special powers... can't fight worth a damn! Yer lucky I'm gonna teach Metis how t'fight fer real!"
"No, last I checked, Metis was the blind one, not me," was the calm response from the spotted feline, eyes still absolutely fixed upon Ellie. She rolled her head slightly against the blue cast on her leg. "Well, I honestly don't see a 'bad a**.' Sure, you can fight, but you also have a temper, and if you don't want to do something, you just don't do it."
There was a pause, and then the low blow.
"At least the blind girl is willing to patrol from the roof tops."
Ellie only seemed to prove the cat's point, for suddenly she picked ********* up by the scruff of the neck. She was practically growling out four words: "I don't do roofs!"
As if Ellie's response was not acceptable, the feline's form simply seemed to melt from the usual feline one into one of a girl. The cast on her now-arm seemed to melt away completely, leaving the injured arm dangling limply at her side. With her still able arm, she reached back behind her head and swatted away the girl's fingers away from her neck.
"That's the problem," the cat earred girl stated in a very familiar voice. "You're scared, and when you're scared, you just shut down." ********* looked Ellie up and down, and found a rather shocked face there staring at her.
"Oh stop that! You've seen me like this before!"
"...But what if somebody sees you?!"
"Oh baaaah! There's nobody around!" Dismissively, she waved her left hand at the girl before she turned to take a look at the reluctant senshi's project. She picked up a wrench, seeming to weigh it in her hand carefully as she turned to face Ellie.
"Also, it's easy enough to change back... or I can rather easily just say I'm a normal girl wearing a weird costume. I don't have a tail, so I blend in better than most of the other guardians." With a small giggle, she winked at Ellie.
Why the hell would she wink at Ellie?!
It took Ellie a moment or two to fully recover from the initial shock of just suddenly having cat go to cat-girl, but when she did, the first thing she asked was "What th'hell are ya doin'?!" Her finger pointed accusingly at the wrench in ********* hand.
********* walked, turning towards the blonde and waving the wrench-holding hand at her, signaling she should follow after her. Even in this form, her pale green eyes still had that awful tendency to stare at whoever she was talking to. "Well, since you are convinced that you are tough, I am going to test this theory." She rounded out of the garage and glanced up to the roof.
"One, two, three, UPSY DAISY!" Before Ellie could argue about it, ********* literally threw the wrench from her hand up and on the roof. The moment the tool was out of her hand, she shrunk back to her usual form, complete with cast on leg.
"OH MY F*CKIN' GOD, YOU GOTTA BE SH*TIN' ME, CAT!!! THAT WAS HANK'S WRENCH! F*CKIN' HANK'S WRENCH!!!!" Hands were in her own hair as the blonde pulled at her own locks, cursing rather loudly so any of the neighbors could have heard. Why Ellie Spectre would be cursing so loudly about a cat, they'd never really understand, but she was, in fact, cursing about a cat. After pacing a few times back and forth past the cat, a voice managed to catch her attention.
"Go fetch."
Ellie was seething with anger and once more picked ********* up by the scruff of her neck and dragged her back into the garage, plopping her down less than gently on the washing machine again.
"What. The. HELL?!!"
Even though she was getting yelled at, right in the face, getting flecks of spit in her face and nasty breath polluting her nose, ********* did not seem very upset at all. In fact, she was still smiling in that friendly fashion.
"You remember Taranis? The boy you couldn't help on the rooftop because you were too scared to jump up on a roof? Well, I'm going to tell it to you straight. That's not acceptable. What would have happened if he died? What would have happened if his starseed was stolen, because you were too selfish to jump up on a roof for a minute to defeat a youma?"
Casually, she paused and began to lick her good forepaw. She began to speak again when she began to run her paw past her head to groom herself slightly. "You need to stop crying me that river, build a bridge, and get over it. Metis may need to learn to fight, but there are things you need to learn too."
Ellie was not a clever girl. So when her response was merely "I f*ckin' hate cats," it wasn't a surprise in the slightest.
"This is your training for today. Go get that wrench back."
A few more curses escaped the tomboy's lips as she exited the garage. It took her a full twenty minutes, but when she returned, she clanged the wrench down right in front of guardian cat.
"There, ya stupid cat!" she snarled out. She was still fuming with anger, and her words were ridiculously saturated with sarcasm as she asked "Anythin' else I can do fer ya, yer high and mighty catness?"
Without any hesitation, the feline simply nodded her head so that a cheerful little jingle from her bell rang out. "Oh yes, can you take me back upstairs? I was hoping to get a small nap in."
*********, guardian cat, and the perfect anti-Ellie. With an absolutely serious expression, the tomboy grudgingly did as told. At least now Ellie would be able to get some work done.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 12:06 am
You Broke the Cat? (Lilith + Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 3,469
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Ellie finally learns officially that Sailor Metis is Lil from the park. Lil finally learns that ********* has a broken leg.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 5:47 pm
Walking is Tiring (Anthony + Ellie)Word Count: 3,253
RP link
In which Ellie assists (or ruins) a sale for her Dad at the car lot.
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