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 Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:00 pm
Toby groaned a bit, sliding out of his classroom, head feeling pretty much like it was about to explode. Obviously, the person who invented the concept of 'Algebra' did it solely to torture poor, innocent, young minds, that b*****d them. He briefly wondered if they were perhaps involved in the Negaverse: it would all make sense now.
Shuffling down the hallway, he decided he really did not have the energy to make it back to the cafeteria. All those late-night Negaverse 'patrolling' had put a dampener in his resting, not to mention actually having met senshi on his, ah, patrols and such. Just the thought of eating made him a little queasy: after he had been suckerpunched in the stomach, it still was a little more than sore.
All right, so he had an hour to chill, where to next?
He passed by a few classrooms listlessly, when suddenly an idea popped in his head. Why not visit the auto shop and see if a certain someone was still chilling in there?
Mood a little lighter at the thought potential of non-cafeteria-food-fight company, he slid down the hallway into the secluded classroom door, and lightly pushed it open. The lights were on, which was a good sign, and he quickly poked his head in, looking around.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:13 pm
Toby was a rather lucky guy. As he peered into the auto shop, he would find the familiar face of Ellie Spectre. However, she was not alone. Sitting in one of the desks rather than on the desk's top was a blonde boy which was cut in a bowl shape.
Both boy and girl looked over, but only one offered a familiar smile and waved at the newest addition. "Ey, Toby! What's up, guy?"
The boy looked puzzled, then looked up at Ellie. "You know him?"
She nodded, but didn't bother to give a real explanation. Instead, she offered Toby a fist for a fist-bump. "No offense, but ya look like sh*t." She grinned, meaning nothing bad by her statement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:10 pm
He blinked for a second as he saw not one, but two faces, in the room. Maybe he got the wrong room after all?
Oh wait, his name was being called! Sure enough, it was Ellie and another newer kid, both of them taking up the otherwise-normally empty auto shop. He grinned and knocked at Ellie's fist lightly, offering a rather relieved "Hey!"
Boy had she ever hit the mark at her second commend. A little embarrassed again, he nodded, "Yeah, I got a little bent up for... stuff." Like getting beaten up by a girl. "Anyway, how are you, uh, the both of you." Not wanting to be rude, he offered a hand to the other boy in the classroom. "I'm Toby, by the way. I dont know anything about cars, but its better than wearing it out in the cafeteria." He gave a slight smile at the joke, trying to break the 'newbie' tension. "What are ya guys doing up here today anyway?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:27 pm
Ellie was quite honest with her response. "I ain't doin' much better than you." She was about to explain further, but her friend interrupted.
"Name's Jared!" He gave a firm handshake, but rather than a neutral firm handshake, it was one that was trying to be firmer than the one he was receiving. When he finally released the other's hand, the blonde boy added "That makes two of us that know nothin' about cars. Bit a** backwards, ain't it?" He laughed at his own comment, but it came across as a bit of a forced laugh. Especially since it wasn't very funny.
The girl glared at her friend for a moment, since she could even sense the "touch her and die" aura he was giving off. She made a rather noticeable cough, as if signaling to Jared to STOP IT NOW. Then she answered Toby's question further. "We're just 'ere t'make it easier on m'back. I screwed it up a bit when I was at the park the other day. I was bein' a dipsh*t."
Jared added "Our usual hangout requires ya t'lean again a wall." As if it was his responsibility, he gave some more information than necessary. "She's just got a bruise, her spinal cord is fine though."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 9:47 pm
Ow, boy did that Jared kid ever have a firm handshake. Toby refrained from staring at them: what was their beef with him? He was pretty sure they weren't on his growing list of People He Must Avoid: and here he quickly did a mental checklist just to make sure.
Deciding it was better anyway if he wasn't on the list to ADD him in for future references, he shakily smiled at the return joke, trying to remain neutral between the two. Although he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Ellie, she seemed to be coughing too, was she sick?
"What happened at the park exactly?" Suddenly remembering Jared's somewhat shooting glare, he slid his head down a little more meekly, "Err, if I can ask, that is. I mean, there's been a lot of those terrorist things going on and stuff, you can never be too careful."
Silently, he raised an eyebrow at Ellie, slightly tilting his eyes at Jared as if asking 'who is he exactly?'
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:09 pm
Before the girl could reply, Jared blurted out "Ellie would never be involved in anything dealing with terrorists! She ain't that type 'o girl!"
Snorting a bit, Ellie shot Jared another glare as she bit into her lunch (which should have looked familiar, it was another burrito). She swallowed her bit of food so her friend couldn't screw up the fabricated story she had come up with for her injury.
"My friend here should let me tell th'story!"
The blonde boy took the hint finally and shut up for a moment.
Closing her eyes and nodding her head slightly, as if she was double checking the exacts for her story, she then continued. "I was jerkin' around on th'pulley they have at the park. Y'know, the one that's meant for kiddies that flings ya across the playground?" She glanced up to the ceiling. "S'pose lookin' back, I was bein' a jack*ss. Shouldn't have done it backwards. Got thrown into the metal post on the opposite side."
Her lips seemed to fuss slightly, before she glanced back to the group. "Hey, Toby, y'wanna see the bruise?"
The simple suggestion painted a mortified expression upon poor Jared's face. He sputtered out "H-h-hey... B-b-bu-but..." yet failed to get a real phrase out.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 10:28 pm
Huh. Toby scratched his head. For just being a friend he sure was protective. A thought lit in his mind. "Wait are you guys like...." And here he trailed off, suddenly realizing it might not be the time to ask for such awkward questions, ".... best friends?"
Well, it was a close enough cover-up, and he didn't want to make the situation possibly worse. He was already pondering fleeing to the door and making up some quick excuse: the air was so thick Toby could have sworn he could take a knife and cut through it like solid butter.
Trying to make the best of the situation, he attempted to stay neutral even despite the defensive comment thrown back at him. "Yeah, that's true, there's no way anyone at school would be involved with the actual terrorists," he agreed, as affably as he could. Gulp. "I-I got hurt on the monkey bars once, they just dont make playgrounds the way they used to."
Totally oblivious as to the Jared's stuttering, he nodded, breaking into a genuine smile. Thank god Ellie was still the same old! "Yah sure Ellie, we can totally compare our bruises and stuff! I mean - I've got this bruise on my stomach, but I bet you its nowhere as impressive as yours."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 10:15 am
Quick to pick up on Toby's meaning, Ellie quickly grunted out "Naw... I don't do the best friend thing. Just chill and hang out." Last thing she needed was a second round of accusations of her and Jared being an item. The first time was embarrassing enough.
Ignoring her blonde friend's sputtering, she grinned a bit and spun around so her back was facing Toby. "Yeah, it'd be pretty hard t'beat me on this." She lifted the back of her shirt, and not only revealed her back (with bruises included) but her white bra straps as well. The bruise itself was almost like a blanket over her whole lower back, almost a uniform strip of purpley blue.
"First day, it hurt like a b*tch... it's a bit better now, but I can't lean against things too easily."
Jared's eyes were practically glued onto Ellie's bare skin (and bra straps) and his sputtering had stopped. That girl was just so stupid at times, but she did have a very lovely back (aside from the bruise).
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:29 pm
It seemed Ellie wasn't enjoying the tension either, and Toby would have grinned with her-
- had she not turned around and lifted her entire shirt up. The entire. Shirt.
He wasn't even paying attention at this point to anything that anyone was saying, and Toby could swear he heard a loud roaring in his ears, possibly caused by his face turning a colour All You Can Pick tourists would die to have on their strawberries.
Admittedly, it WAS one horrendously nasty bruise, and he wondered if playing on the playground could really cause such a bad accident, but most of that thought was distracted by something that -ahem- only girls wore. Cough cough. Wheeze.
What seemed like eons later, and just before Toby thought he was going to pass out due asphyxiation by embarrassment, he turned around, looking the other direction as respectably as any gentleman could. "AHHH!" he said a little too loud. "I MEAN- UH, that sure is a huge uh, bruise!! I dont think I've ever seen one that huge, and stuff."
Right, stuff. At least Jared was oddly silent, and not pummeling him to the floor.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 8:14 pm
As the boy managed to fluster out a response, Ellie let her shirt drop back down to where it was supposed to be and turned back around. She was going to comment about the bruise itself, but instead she found two very flushed faces looking at her guiltily.
"Get'cher minds outta the gutters. It's just a bra," she snapped at both the boys slightly before resuming her previous train of thought. "I'm just glad that after I got checked out by a doctor, 'ee told me that I got lucky and didn't do any real damage t'my spine."
It was about this time that Jared managed to fully return to the land of the living. He turned to Toby and pointed a finger. "What the 'ell were ya doin'?! Staring at her like that?!!"
Ellie defended Toby's honor by snapping back "Shaddup! Yer jus' as guilty as him. And I honestly don'care!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:07 pm
Toby was too distracted by the horrified thought that the doctor might have looked at Ellie more than just her back (and here his mind flashed to all sorts of images of perverted, lecherous doctors in white lab coat and glasses), to even consider any sort of proper retaliation to Jared's protective issue.
Guilty, he looked back down, suddenly avoiding eye contact again, grateful for Ellie's defense. "Um... well, I'm..." a thought lit up in his mind as he tried to change topics slightly, "Well, now I know that I should avoid playgrounds!" He finished, rather lamely. He felt a little bad that Ellie had gotten hurt so atrociously from what should have been a minor accident.
"If it makes you feel any better, I got beat up by a girl?" He finally offered, hesitantly.
Oh wait, that kinda came out wrong. "Not like that!" Toby quickly corrected himself quickly, "I was looking at a friend's uh, bicycle, and some girl thought I had taken someone else's bike and started beating the everloving crap out of me without me properly explaining it." He frowned at the memory, trying to downplay it a bit to his side, of course, "I dont even know who the heck she was too."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:23 pm
Ellie had never been one to sugar-coat things.
"So that makes you a wuss."
She didn't sound too worried about Toby's injuries, but that was partially because she hadn't seen any of the injuries. She didn't even really seem to listen to the story carefully, since the pale-haired boy's coolness level just dropped at least 20 points.
The blonde boy did seem to pay more attention though. "Aw, hell. Ellie 'ere beats the crap outta me all the time." He side glanced towards the only girl present, then gave the other boy a wink. "It's only 'cause I let 'er though."
A very flat "Liar!" popped out into the air, as Jared received a bop to the head.
The girl then turned to Toby and flatly pointed out "So, yer gonna show yer wounds, yes? That's the whole point o'comparin'!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:50 pm
Toby considered Jared's comment for a second. "Actually," he sized Ellie up for a second, "I bet you COULD take me on and win, I mean you look really-" oh crap, premature burial much? -".... fit and healthy. It must take a lot of effort to help out an auto shop too and stuff."
Not to mention his ego was still a little miffed at the 'I only seem to get beat up by girls' thing. "I think they were like.. at least ten feet tall with flaming hair." He muttered, "Maybe it was a biker gang girl?"
Still embarrassed at being called a wuss, he seriously hoped the bruise had healed enough so it didn't look so ridiculous and out of place. He slowly peeled up his shirt so just his somewhat thin (from probably skipping too many meals) stomach and abdomen could be seen. Nope, the bruise was still as nasty as ever, though not as bad as Ellie's, a vague greenish hue was mixing in nicely with the purples and blues. There also seemed to be some sort of red gash that dotted his side, cutting into the bruise.
"Uh," he added lamely, upon assessing himself the damage. "I fell off the stairs too so that's what its so bad, not from being a wuss and stuff really!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:11 pm
The girl's shoulders shrugged stiffly. "It ain't anythin' too special. Jus' basic hard work." Any girl could lift steel or cut metal, but they had to try first. Or, at least that was what Ellie thought.
The blonde boy began to laugh at this Toby character, and laughed hard. "HAHAHA!!! Betcher' chick also had tentacles and fangs!" He slapped his knees so hard his blonde hair bounced in a fashion you only saw in shampoo commercials.
Where as Jared was too busy laughing (or rather, trying to stop laughing now), Ellie seemed interested in the bruises. She came forward and rather boldly poked at one of the strangely colored marks. "Not bad. Can't imagine some chick pullin' that on ya!" She poked the spot again. "Chick 'ave a black leather jacket? Usually a sign of a hardcore biker."
Ellie poked Toby's bruise a third time by the time Jared had finished up his laughing. And that was about the time he shouted "Hey, hey, hey! Bet he's sensitive there!!!" Though the words clearly stated he was concerned for Toby, his tone was saying "I'm a jealous son-of-a-b*tch, stop taking all her attention!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 11:41 pm
He blushed harder at Jared's snide remarks, all but burying his head in his hands now, when he suddenly felt a prod to his stomach.
It was meant to be light but unfortunately, the bruise had other ideas. He cringed as she prodded it again, inhaling sharply upon contact and trying not to whine like a huge baby, if not for the egostroke of getting Ellie's attention and making Jared steam in the background (seriously, was the guy TRYING to make friends with anyone else who was not named Ellie?). It was also nice to have someone actually care about his wound, even if he was pretty much about to melt into the floor in embarrassment at the attention he was getting over it. Realising that now would be a GREAT time to garner more sympathy, he nodded enthusastically. "Yeah, she prolly did wear a leather jacket! Really mean girl, with huge combat boots and stuff. I wouldn't be surprised if she was involved in those terrorists attacks and all, its hard to tell who to trust these days."
He resisted the urge to shoot a look at Jared himself, for all his snide remarks, and instead, fixated his expression on the side of the auto shop. "I tried bandaging it up, but it doesn't seem to help it heal much," he lamented, at the wound. "Are bruises supposed to get uglier as time passes by?"
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