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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 5:11 pm
((LOL ELLIE AND SIDRA))
Sidra's bike needed a repair, badly. Chewed up by a Youma the night before, the poor thing was a mangled mess of metal, almost a complete write off, and Sidra was desperate to get it fixed before her mother commented.
How to explain a mangled bike, with bite marks to a mother prone to fainting spells at the mere mention of "Bears", "Alarms" and "Accidents"? Well, Sidra just couldn't think of a good explanation that featured less than two of the three danger words, so she was hoping she could find somewhere to fix it!
It was already past dark by the time that Sidra had managed to get away from her family, and squeeze out her bedroom window. Far too late to find a bike shop open, but Sidra took her bike anyways, at least hoping to dump it far, far away so that she could pretend it was "stolen". Transforming quickly, Sidra picked up her bike with ease and set off towards town, further North than she usually traveled in a night.
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Dumping the bike in to an empty field, Sailor Nova brushed her hands off, annoyed that her pristine gloves had gotten a little grimy. It was already well past midnight, and WELL past her curfew, but that didn't deter the Senshi. Evil was afoot, she could feel it in the air! Which suddenly smelled surprisingly like rotten eggs and sulfur and a whole bunch of disgusting things. Either there was a VERY STINKY HOBO, or a stinky Youma in the area.
She hoped for the hobo.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 5:31 pm
Perhaps a block away, something much more entertaining was going on. Seeing as it was a Saturday night, Ellie had figured she needed some Saturday night entertainment. Maybe if she had been like normal girls, she would have dressed up pretty and gone to a dance club with a fake ID. For the tomboy, this was no way to spend the weekend.
She had been good all week, doing her homework, heading to bed nice and early to wake up bright and early the next day, even spending some time in detention when she was supposed to. Now she deserved something fun.
And what could be more fun than watching a street race? Dressed up in her grubby garage-clothes with her backpack attached to her back, she stood amidst a group of rowdy race-goers, cheering on her favorite car. She had been eying the red Corvette, but there was also an Audi which had caught her eye. The excitement in the air had distracted the whole crowd from the stench lingering about the area.
"This is SO AWESOME!" Ellie squealed out, excitedly listening to the rumble of the engines against each other.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:00 pm
Or.... not? Sailor Nova sniffed warily, and noticed that the terrible stench had vanished, replaced by the smell of hot tar and gasoline. The streets, usually deserted, were filled with outcasts, Hell's Angels, and all manner of usavoury people. There was even a girl there, one she recognized from school!
Clutching the stonework, her back dug in to the bricks on the corner of the local pharmacy, Sailor Nova watched the race intently, softly coughing as the gasoline vapors wound their way through the crowd. Sailor Nova transformed back in to regular old Sidra, though the fear of a may-be Youma at the back of her mind. Jogging through the crowd, Sidra laid a small pale hand on the other girl's arm, and smiled softly. She didn't recognize her too well, especially out of the tell tale uniform, but her hair was sort of a sore spot with the faculty-- though she wasn't breaking any rules, they didn't have to like it. Ignoring the fact that she wasn't exactly the type of person to enjoy an outing like this, Sidra cleared her throat.
"I'm Sidra Winters; I think we go to school together?"
At the side of her peripheral vision, Sidra saw a flash of pale grey; what was that...?
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:41 pm
The action was just getting good, and two cars zipped past. The crowd cheered. And now the two cars were just seconds away from the end zone...
...when Ellie got tapped on the arm. She tried to ignore it, but then whatever tapped her was now talking to her as well. Now, Ellie was quite tall for her age, being quite close to 6 feet tall. So when she heard the mention school of all places, the blonde turned around and found some girl just under her nose. Of course, the two cars had finished just as she had turned. The crowd was going wild.
"Damn it!" she yelped out a bit as she turned to a bald biker man standing nearby and asked "What happened? Who won?!"
"Tha Audi won this round!" he bellowed out, glancing to the unusually clean girl next to Ellie. Offering Sidra a grin (that was missing a few teeth), he went back to watching the action.
The taller girl was a bit miffed she missed the actual moment, but it was all good, since one of the cars she had been rooting for won that semi-final. Shrugging it off, she turned back to the brunette. "...Okay shorty... so we go to school together? 'Sup?" She flung her left arm up and placed her hand on her hip.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:02 pm
Sidra knew she looked out of place, she KNEW that but darn it all she could feel the bloody Youma sneaking around here.
"You know, its really not safe here. For uh, girls, and stuff. You know, delicate sensibilities and all, " Sidra tried to push Ellie back towards the direction of the school but it was like pushing a brick wall.
It looked like another race was about to start, the engines rumbling, and the excited patrons yelling and cajoling one another. And then, suddenly, the screech of metal on asphalt as a huge monster jumped on to one of the cars, crushing the metal with a scream. It was ugly, and dripping and as it roared people dropped to the ground like flies.
It wasn't the sound that was effecting people, it was the stench.
"COVER YOUR MOUTH AND NOSE!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:20 pm
Before anything unusual occurred, Ellie couldn't help but point out "Look, kid. I'm probably safer here with my friends than anywhere else."
It was around then that some random monster attacked one of the cars. Oh irony, you never cease to amaze the world with your timing.
The blonde turned the moment the semi-liquid monster had caused that ear-splitting metal on asphalt sound. Her first reaction: "Oh god, NOT THE CORVETTE!!!" It was a SIN to just destroy such a beautiful piece of machinery. Any good mechanic would be able to restore it, but for Ellie, she couldn't help but mourn the fact it would never be the exact same. All of this rushed through her head within a moment, and then she realized something.
The thing that had destroyed that lovely car was still there. If it could do such to metal, imagine what it could do to something fleshy, like herself. There was no time for her to think about how this could possibly be a prank. No, there was hardly even enough time for her to make out what little Miss Brunette had said.
"Like hell I need to be told that!" she grunted out. The smell was pretty rank, even from the distance they were at. She then covered the lower part of her face, not wanting to get the smell in her nose or possible taste in her mouth.
If Ellie had stopped to think, maybe she would have run, like many of the other racing fans did. However, it was a CRIME what this thing had done. A FLIPPIN' CRIME!!! So instead of running away, she did something that required balls (though not literally):
"Hey, a*****e! What th'hell ya think yer doing?!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:28 pm
Sidra had ran; she had given up trying to push Ellie out of the way (Sidra had a tendency to just remember people's names. Probably due to how many petitions she ran) and ran down an alley, transforming quickly. Those that hadn't been struck by the stinky scream had ran for it-- all except for Ellie who was TAUNTING the Youma.
"Darn it," Sailor Nova whispered, crouched behind an old cardboard box, "Home Sweat Home" etched on the outside with a sharpie.
The Youma whipped its head around to stare straight at Ellie, opening and closing its mouth with a distinctive clicking sound. The thing suddenly crouched over, its gullet working in a very familiar and gross way.
Sailor Nova ran over to Ellie, picked her up and ran, the lid of a garbage can acting like a pitiful shield as the thing blew chunks at them, gross slimy putrid globs of SOMETHING that smelled of sick and eggs and lavatories. Slipping on one of the globs, Sailor Nova went down, all the air rushing out of her lungs and her bum smarting terribly.
"Oh for the love of-- Sailor Nova, quit fooling around!" Astraea had appeared in all of her gruff formality, though she had a paw over her nose. Kicking a pen towards Sidra, she gestured to Ellie.
"Give it to her!"
Sidra wiped it on her skirt first.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:40 pm
One moment, Mr. Creepy (or was it a girl, WHO COULD REALLY TELL?!!) was looking at her. The next, she had been swept up like some damsel in distress.
"What the 'ell?!!" she grunted out as she was carried away by some little girl. Until said little girl tripped. "Gawd, that stinks!" she belted out, her golden eyes somewhat noticing the gross pukey substance on the ground.
Everything was happening too fast. One moment, she was playing damsel in distress (oh how that creased Ellie to no end), and the next moment, the rescuer was supposed to give her something that was rolled through puke. After this stranger had cleaned up the object, Ellie swiped it out of her hands.
"Hey, wait a minute! That's the pen I found in the park. You're a f*ck'n thief!!" It was only now that she went to see who had sent the pen in her direction and noticed it was a cat.
"The hell?!! Okay, so a cat went into my bag and stole my pen, AND IT IS TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW?!!" It was a bit obvious that Ellie was beside herself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:46 pm
Sidra rolled her eyes in a harassed fashion and picked herself up, shooting stars in to the globby monster with little ping pings.
Astraea walked out of the shadows, picking her way across the filthy ground to Ellie.
"Ugh, this is-- besides the point. Ellie you need to use that pen there. Call out Iris Power Make-Up and go help Sailor Nova over there. Ugh," Astraea grimaced as the Youma thwacked Sailor Nova with its globby paw of a hand, leaving an oozing grey blob on her side.
"Grosssssss," Sailor Nova cried, anguished, "I could use some help here Ellie, just do what the talking cat says. Please."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:50 pm
"Um... yeah?"
Ellie still seemed a bit stunned, and she used the pen to scratch at a spot on her cheek which itched at the moment. Apparently whoever had saved her initially needed her help (even though she had no clue who the pretty girl was), so maybe she should give this a shot.
"Um... okay... Iris Power Make-up?" Why was she doing this, she mentally was asking herself with her lame attempt at the task she had just been given.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:55 pm
"Oh come on, where's your joie de vie?! Youth these days. Call that out with passion and fervor or would you rather be assaulted by that... disgusting crime against nature?""
Astraea always sounded harassed. Always. It was sort of her thing, like how Brock can't open his eyes. She didn't really put fire under new Senshi's asses, more like she guilted them in to doing what she wanted them to.
Fallen Star Desruction! Sailor Nova threw a slightly bigger star at the monster, and its side blew out like a flat tire, spraying Nova.
"THIS IS SO GROSS UGH-- Why didn't I call Charys first."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:58 pm
Ellie couldn't help but be distracted slightly by the fireworks on the sidelines, or were those stars? It was really hard to tell.
Rubbing her eyes slightly and looking again at the scene, she nodded her head.
"Fine! Iris Power MAKE-UP!!!" Shouting it as loud as she could, she couldn't help but wonder if she could feel anymore gay right now?
With a flash of light, the girl's scruffy clothing turned into a fancier version of a school uniform. Her shoes also changed to white high heeled boots. And when the whole transformation seemed to be finished, for some reason she felt the need to strike a pose. What good did that do anybody, seriously?
With her legs quivering from her inability to really walk in anything with heels on them, she asked "...okay... now what?" Oh, hopefully the cat didn't tell her to run up at the monster. PLEASE LET HER NOT SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 4:42 am
Nova's attacks were going nowhere, fast. If she was keen on comic books, she might have recognized this particular youma as being something akin to perhaps the mud man from Batman-- since she wasn't that familiar, all she could tell was that he was gross and globby and seemed to be somewhat indestructible in all his globby mess.
Astraea had had it up to here with the new Senshi needing to hold their hands and tell them what to do. As if they didn't know-- that was the POINT of transforming you sort of just, fell in to it.
"Oh give me a break-- Sailor Nova needs some help, I know that you have some sort of attack in you, you just have to believe in yourself," and, a little guardedly, "like I believe in you!"
Astraea was a bad liar. She thought all the new senshi were fail.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:53 am
Sailor Iris' eyebrow lofted up a bit. She easily called the cat's bluff with a "Yer fulla sh*t, stop soundin' so story book and gimme some real advice."
However, the blonde glanced over to the current battle and saw that the girl who had saved her was failing. Miserably. The basic instinct of wanting to help overwhelmed her for just a moment, but that was all she needed. Without a thought in her head, she just ran towards the battle.
She didn't know what she should do. It was obvious this blob of what seemed to be oil was absorbing the attacks. Supposedly Sailor Iris was supposed to have an attack of some sort? As she literally stopped right behind the other Sailor Scout, she couldn't help but wonder what sort of attack she could have. She could try beating the thing up, but her punches probably wouldn't do anything. Her fists tightened up at the thought of attacking. She was not aware of it, but doing such caused her right fist to glow slightly.
"Hey, chick. Sorry fer bein' a burden," she casually apologized to Sailor Nova while staring at the black ooze of a "bad guy."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:46 pm
It just wasn't the same as attacking with Charys, but she really couldn't hold that against the new girl; at least she ran towards the battle and not away from it (Astraea had latched on to a lot of new senshi's legs in the past few months, causing them pain and distress and trying with all her cat might to drag them in to battle)
With a grumble of "incompetent little fools, why do I even bother." Astraea fled the scene, leaving the two senshi to their own devices.
"First rule of being a Senshi: Astraea is practically no help whatsoever," Sidra looked up just in time to see the Youma readying an attack, "second rule! DUCK!"
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