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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:26 pm
Had she found a treasure that day! Ellie was practically glowing with happiness as she walked back to her house after many hours of scouring Hank's lot for the right parts for the Vortex. She had been working on her project when she figured out there was yet another part she needed. The blonde had rushed out in her garage outfit and thankfully had caught her father's friend by a decent time. It was just barely before closing that she had found it, the fuel pump and rail her vehicle needed. The parts had been stuffed into the girl's worn out backpack, causing the bag to bulge unnaturally. She didn't seem to mind that the sky was growing dark already and continued to walk along her usual path home. She was only on the first leg of her journey, cutting across Destiny City, and she felt as if nothing could ruin such a good mood.
She was about to be proven wrong.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:11 pm
Bell had spent way wore time on the bus that day than she had really ever wanted to, so maybe missing her ride back to the academy wasn't such a bad thing. She had retrieved some more costume information that day, but left them at the bust stop. She was lucky that when she noticed that she had forgotten, they were still there after the bus ride back. However, after all that, she had missed the bus back to the academy.
Bell was,...so frustrated!
So there she was, sitting on a bench along the walkway of the city. Perhaps had she not been so busy sewing late into the night, she wouldn't have forgotten, and she'd be back at her dorm, nice, warm, and pleasant.
She certainly would have rather been there than face a certain blonde girl again...
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:21 pm
Even under the darkening sky, the blonde was able to recognize a very particular hair color. Without seeing her face, Ellie knew it was that Crystal girl she had run into the day before school started. What was her name again? The last name seemed to stick out more than the first name (which was a bit weird).
Taking in a deep breath, she swallowed her pride a bit and decided to take a detour. Walking up behind the bench, Ellie greeted the girl in an energetic voice.
"Hey Missy McMahon. Shouldn't ya be at school or somethin'?" She offered a half smile Had it been someone she liked, maybe there would have a been a full smile in store. Ellie leaned against the bench and "politely" awaited a response.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:28 pm
At the sound of the voice, Bell was now barely sitting on the very edge of the bench. That voice was unmistakable. Oh lord, Why today?
"It's late. My classes were all over hours ago. I just happen to have some after-school activities that caused me to miss my bus. Am I not aloud to rest as I walk back to my dorm?"
She was in no mood to be too polite, really.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:39 pm
Chuckling a bit, she chided on a bit more with a "Snippy snippy!" The girl made no signal to budge at all. Once she had a good laugh, she looked at the girl in her pale blue eyes.
"Yeah, it's late. Kinda why I was asking, Missy. Figgered ya'd be at the dorms if anythin'." Casually, her eyes left their post with Bell's eyes and drifted towards her bag.
"What'cha got in th'bag?" she prodded.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:06 pm
"Nothing that I think would survive a grease or oil stain. Of course, I'm half convinced that should any of the lace touch you, you'd burst in to flames." Bell sighed. "Though really, if you must know, I am putting together a majority of the costumes for the coming play, because some people at the arts center are too lazy, and lack the innitiative to do anything but stand there with their thumbs up their butt."
Hmn,..venting out loud felt..good.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:15 pm
The temptation to roll her eyes swept over her for a moment. However, she was trying to be nicer today. "Ya know, you'd be surprised what sorts of things I'd wear. Don't like them usually, but ya know, it keeps mum happy."
Thank GOODNESS her mother wasn't a big fan of super girly outfits. She was just the sort who expected a girl to wear a girl's uniform as it was intended. That meant Ellie couldn't wear shorts under her skirt like many girls at Meadowview did. She also thought back on the recent uniform she gained. Oh god, how she hated the shoes of her Senshi uniform. WHY did it have to be so girly?!!
In an attempt to change what was currently floating around in her thoughts, she asked "Play, eh? What sort of play? Is it one of those contemporary pieces, or somethin' classic?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:21 pm
Before Bell could answer, there was a rumble from nearby.
It wasn't the rumble of a bus, or a car, or any kind of automobile -- in fact, it wasn't the kind of rumble you heard at all. It was a low, liquid, sludgy kind of rumble, a burbling coming from deep within the ground -- situated just in front of both girls, from the storm drain in front of the bus shelter.
This would have been worrisome enough (and worthy of prompting a call to the sewerage hotline), but then there was a crunch. And another crunch. With a rusty rattle, the grid of the storm drain came off, and what looked to be a mix of smoker's lung mixed in with a Jell-O packet rose from the grate -- a vague, shiny humanoid made of gurgles and muck, reaching out dripping arms, shaking itself free of greasy spots as it dripped out into the sidewalk.
It made wet, grinding sounds deep in the back of its throat, and opened its mouth to reveal three sharp rows of yellowing fangs. And it was looking right at Bell and Ellie.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:31 pm
Okay, so how was one to act dignified in the face of THIS!?
Bell's eyes widened, and she grabbed at the bag of fabric beside her, before jumping over the back of the bench, as if the bench were a proper barrier.
"What in the world?!"
somewhere in the back of her mind a voice said;
"So much for 'gators living in the sewers. We've got that beat!"
The little voice, though, was busy being drowned out with frantic thoughts about what to do. Run? Fighting was laughable. Fight with what!? But running might be doom waiting to happen! After all, you were'nt supposed to run from a predator right? But was this a predator, or a slow glob? Ugh!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:38 pm
Unlike the Crystal girl, who seemed to be thinking up a storm, the Meadowview acted before thinking.
"HEY UGLY! STOP STINKIN' UP THE PLACE!!" What was it that Astraea had called these monsters? Yoh-ma? Whatever they were called, Ellie didn't quite go into hiding and instead ran out from behind the bench where she had been. As if she was trying to get the beasty's attention, she ran out and waved at the goopy being.
"Yah know, NOTHING IS AS FUN AS A GOOD CHASE, RIGHT?!"
It was about at this point that she realized she needed to get in her backpack so she could get her magical pen. She also glanced to the bench and figured that maybe little Missy should get out of there before she transformed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:48 pm
The goop youma didn't seem to be too bright in its upper storey. It looked at the yellow-haired girl and made that long, rattling, grinding sound -- and started to lumber towards Ellie. It made an oily, muddy trail as it went. It only looked slow -- it was coming towards Ellie at a rate of knots.
"Oh, excellent tactic, Sailor Iris!" said a voice. "Make it run towards you. And I thought Nova and Nerissa hadn't a brain to rub between them -- quick! Distract it!"
A grey-furred cat with a shining star symbol on its forehead had leapt nimbly to the bench, right next to Bell. It was talking. It was talking in the impatient voice of a young woman, addressing Ellie -- as Sailor what? -- anxious as she was irritated.
"Transform!" she was telling Ellie. "It doesn't matter!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:03 pm
First a goop monster, now a talking cat!?
Bell backed into the wall just a few paces behind the bench. At least the cat was cuter, and...it was talking to the Meadowview girl? Calling her Sailor...huh?
Bell didn't know what to think. She remembered hearing over the radio talk of some prank with sailor suited people, and rumors of it possibly being terrorism but...but... Bell was so confused, her feet wouldn't move. She knew she should have taken the chance to flee, but somewhere in her fear, her pride sparked, and she didn't want Ellie to see her run scared. Stupidity and pride, it seems, walks a fine, fine line.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:15 pm
Ellie's personal philosophy of acting first and thinking later was perhaps not the smartest of philosophies. So now as she was running and trying to lead this monster away while digging through her backpack. Why did the timing have to be so crappy, now that her bag was stuffed? At least her shoes were momentarily flat soled.
"That's right Mr... or Miss Gooey! Keep on coming!" she shouted back as her fingers FINALLY FOUND her pen.
"Oh god, FINALLY!!! Iris Power, MAKE-UP!!!" she shouted. In a flash of rainbow light, the blonde transformed into a sailor-outfit that had yellow and magenta trim. Compared to the grubby girl before, her new form was absolutely pristine. Now that she was finally ready to fight, in her own "special" way, Sailor Iris turned around to face the beastie again.
"Okay, bud! It's time t'make ya see some new colors!" She cracked her gloved knuckled a bit. Maybe she couldn't use magical powers to attack, but maybe she could just fist fight with it. There weren't any rules against that, were there?
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:30 pm
"Oh, dear Serenity," said the cat under her breath, but then her attention was turned on Bell. The youma had made it to Iris' side and had taken an oily, dripping swipe at her, a little suspiciously, as though not sure how this piece of brightly-coloured prey would react; it was much more focused on her now that she was beskirted and shining, every inch one of the fabled sailor senshi that Destiny City had tried so hard to convince everyone didn't exist.
But then the cat's attention was on Bell again. "All right," she said. "Let's hope she lives. Sailor Bellatrix," she said, and did a rather neat little flip -- cats were agile, but this was a little ridiculous. There was a little pop! and some sparkles, and then the cat was holding an oddly-coloured pen in its mouth. Astraea promptly dropped this on the bench with a clatter. "Hold this up, and repeat after me: Bellatrix Power, Make-Up!"
There was a pause. "And if you mispronounce 'Bellatrix'," the cat said, "I HOPE it eats you. -- Sailor Iris! Attack it!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:46 pm
So many thoughts, so many emotions running through her,.. First she thought the cat was calling her "Bella," but then,...
Sailor,...Bellatrix?
Stunned and greatly confused, Bell watched wide-eyed as the cat did it's little flip and produced a pen. Bell cautiously took the pen, then held it up to look at. Sometime during that she believed she got out a 'thank you,' but she couldn't be sure.
Somehow the cat's commands got though her stunned mind, and Bell gave a determined nod.
"Right!" She lifted the pen and said- "Bellatrix Power, Make-up!"
There was brilliant blue light, and before she knew it, Bell was standing there, totally not wearing what she had been in just a few moments ago.
"I'm Sailor Bellatrix, and with the fortitude of the Amazons, I'll defeat you!"
WOw, where had that come from?
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