Carneli
Evie hated hospitals. She had dared to venture into the waiting room of one only three times before in her life and none of them had been due to anything less than catastrophic events with major life impacts.
So, in a weird way, a broken shoulder was almost a relief. When she heard, it wasn't like Ellie was in critical condition or in a coma or anything. She was broken! Which wasn't good, but really, the most optimistic injury she had rushed down to a hospital to freak out over.
"Hey, Ellie," She greeted as she strolled on in, and from the tone of her voice, this was not going to be an "Oh, I'm so glad you're alive!" visit. This was going to be a "How dare you get hurt, you irresponsible hack" visit. She immediately got to setting up the bakery box and flowers she'd brought in on the nearest open surface. Neither were really for Ellie. They were for the room. The 'I visited and brought you things' contribution for the world to see as per the natural etiquette order she'd come to know.
She had something else for Ellie. "Only if you promise not to stab me with it," She said, holding out a fist with a fork, spoon, and butter knife wrapped in a napkin and ribbon, obviously lifted off a place setting from her workplace. Probably a weird present, but Evie was around people eating all the time and she wasn't even expecting Ellie to have a fork. She was assuming a lunch line ensemble of sporks and flimsy plastic knives about as sturdy as toothpicks. And then one of the prongs would snap off and she would choke and then she would have a life threatening injury.
Maybe that was a paranoid over justification but she wasn't made of money. Which was why all she brought were utensils, reject cupcakes, and gift shop flowers. And the utensils were more for something of moderate to dangle in front of her as some kind of leverage.
"So," She said, sitting down and pulling her messenger bag to her lap. "What really happened?" She wanted to hear Ellie tell the story.
Amidst her efforts to stab this amazing burrito, she managed to catch sight of something fussing about her room. She only saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, so soon enough she turned as best she could to see who it was. It was Evie, or rather, Eunomia.
"...sh*t... is it visitin' hours already?" she groaned out. Ellie had never been the most social butterfly in the world. Even back at home, she rarely had people coming over. Sometimes Jared would swing by to play some video games, and rarely Phil would visit just to check up on her projects in the garage. In all honesty, she kind of liked it that way. So having people coming in and checking up on her in the name of acquaintanceship felt a bit out of place for her.
Of course, the moment the glint of a real metal fork caught her eye, the blonde was already switching up her tune. "OH SWEET! God, ya got some really good timin' Evie! I f*ckin' need a real fork fer this!" With her right arm, she reached out to try and grab hold of the offered utensils. She was barely able to snatch them from her visitor, but when she had them, she was already trying to dig the fork out. Doing everything with one hand was awkward, but eventually her fingers managed to clumsily get the desired object out, and soon enough she was working on cutting her burrito with the edge of the fork again.
The moment Evie's question had been asked, her eyes glanced to the doorway, as if to hint that she wasn't about to just answer it with a door wide open. "...tell me what ya heard first..." she offered in warning.
Carneli
"Oh well I'm glad," Evie said, although it didn't sound especially sincere. When Ellie asked what she knew, she shrugged nonchalantly and gave a casual peer over her shoulder to see if any nurses were hanging around in the vicinity.
One was shifting her feet as she read a chart and Evie just flippantly flicked her wrist with a wistful, "Well, you know, I heard from a friend that you and--" and the instant the coast was clear, so was Evie's friendly, normal tone.
Instead, she leaned forward and spoke in a rapid hiss that almost made her words run together, "I heard you were out patrolling alone again and you got bamboozled by a captain and shoved off a roof you petulant dipshit, that's what I heard."
And then she sat upright and spoke like a normal person again. "Seriously, still think you're above the rules? I told you so."
Actually she might not have actually told her so, she might've just vaguely bitched about her terrible leading skills, but she really couldn't pass up a moment just to say that out loud.
With the power of the real metal fork, the blonde was finally able to cut herself the first piece to the burrito which was soaked in gorgeous red sauce. It was a rather large bite, but being the rather capable one she was, she stuffed the whole thing in her mouth and began to chew. She looked to Evie as she so casually seemed to be approaching the mention of the situation. That was until she decided that it would be better to get into her face about the situation that had passed. Ellie's mouth was conveniently full, and as the insults were flung in her direction, her chewing almost seemed to get slower, as if she was thinking. However, the gold eyes were already locked with the dark blue ones, and though the insults were pretty much true, she still seemed to be holding up pretty strong.
Once the lump of delicious food was ground up enough, she swallowed the whole thing in one gulp, clearing her mouth so she could mention while working on cutting the next portion "...I made those rules. I made them fer
you guys." It wasn't much of a defense, but Ellie attempted to say it in an almost indifferent tone as if all that Evie had said hadn't bothered her in the slightest.
Problem was, it
was bothering her.
Carneli
"What?"
It was a flat, completely reactive what. It sort of burped itself out before Evie had time to really process anything. But then she did and she ended up standing up suddenly, then flopping back down in her seat, brow knitted like she was trying to think of the best way for the stream of accusations and expletives to come out in a nonsensical way.
"You know, I kind of suspected when you were such a raving b***h about breaking them, but," But she wasn't expecting her to come out and say it, is what that but was for.
But she did, and it was too surprisingly up front for Evie and now she was struggling. No, Ellie was going to hear all of the problems she had with this s**t, but first, Evie was struggling on how to get it out in a solid and levelheaded way.
Except not.
"What is the matter with you?! You make rules for us but none for you? You think you're so far above use all? Why? Because you've been a senshi longer? Because you're eternal? You don't need your team? Why are you even on a team, then? We're all just underlings that need Ir-- Ellie's protection then, huh," She had stood back up again and rambled off at a rapid speed that abruptly came to a halt when she realized there were other people in the building.
She made careful note to lower her voice to a more appropriate level and tone to keep a nurse from coming to kick her out, but she was still angry, obviously, but made especially easy to see by her balled fists at her sides. She was mad when Ellie thought she was an exception to the rules, but knowing that Ellie made them herself with the intention of making everyone else follow them, that was infuriating.
"Yeah, well... well... look who ended up getting hurt!" That really wasn't how she meant for it to come out, especially since it was obvious as hell, but hey, she hadn't exactly prepared a poignant and moving speech about the burden of leadership and the dangers of being a lone ranger and how important it was to have someone at your back. There was some genuine concern there, though. Part of this anger came from the fact that even though Ellie wasn't her favorite person in the world she certainly didn't want her dead, hurt, or anything else unpleasant.
The rest of what she had to say was kind of stuck and stunted in her throat so after a few syllables failing to form, she snatched the fork out of her hand.
No fork for you.
Desukyun
Of all the places Ellie could have ended up, it had to be a hospital. Waylon could write books on how much he hated hospitals. The look. The feeling. The aura of sickness that followed you wherever you went. Even the
smell bothered him. It all just reminded him of the times he had to lay straight as a board for much too long as he waited for some broken bone or out of place joint to slowly mend itself. He walked through the hospital corridors as hunched over and small as possible, arms plastered against his sides as his hands dug into his pockets. It was like the teen was trying his best to become invisible but only made himself more suspicious as he got deeper into the facility. More than once he had to wave off a overly concerned nurse or doctor who thought his posture was "indicative of abdominal pain." When he'd finally gotten enough nerve to ask where a certain member of his team was, he'd been meandering for quite sometime up and down the hallways.
He realized that he didn't even have to ask when he heard a voice rather loudly from all the way down the hallway. A rather
familiar voice. A rather
loud familiar voice. It was quite obvious that he wasn't the first one there. The other people flinched as they walked or limped as quickly as possible away from the onslaught of noise.
Why are you even on a team, then? We're all just underlings that need Ir-- Ellie's protection then, huh,... Waylon stopped out of eyeshot just outside of the door, waving apologetically to the woman slowly pushing a man in a wheelchair as they passed by the strange little scene with the all knowing 'wtf' look on both of their faces.
Oh that's great. Just f**king great. Now people are judging me... He shouldn't have to play mediator and yet here he was about to walk right into Evie's ramblings about the one thing he came to talk about. He had to approach this with as much respect and tact as he possible could. Be gentlemanly. Be cool. Be...not wrath inducing. Instead, Waylon quickly shuffled himself in the room with a resounding slam of the door, smiling awkwardly from ear to ear.
"A little...girl talk I take it?..."
A weaker girl would have turned away while insults were thrown in her direction, trying to dodge the words so that there wouldn't be any hurt feelings. Yet as the darker haired girl ranted, Ellie's eyes were still locked with Evie's. Ellie was listening and she wasn't turning away or blocking out what was being said. Her actions had warranted as much bitching out as possible.
"...yeah... I was th'one t'nearly die." She wasn't going to sugarcoat or deny anything at this point. The girl across from her might not have meant for a harsh statement, but Ellie's in a sense was equally harsh. Only difference was that Ellie meant for it to be harsh.
And apparently the result of that was getting her fork taken away.
"HEY! I was still usin' that!" She pointed to the burrito that
clearly needed to be eaten.
SLAMEllie paused in her fussing for a moment, glancing to the door that had clearly just been shut. Someone else was obviously there.
Someone with a Cajun accent and a masculine voice.
"...Hey...Louisiana... could ya do me a solid and get me a f*ckin' metal fork? Since
Evie took away th'one I was usin'!"
Carneli
"No," Evie said in a childishly defensive response to Waylon's quip upon entering. Ellie's fury at the lack of fork was outwardly ignored and inwardly enjoyed as she stepped away and made sure to hold it clearly out of reach but still very much visible.
"Good luck finding one," She huffed when Ellie asked Waylon to go find her another one. "Besides, I'll take that one too," She added. Childish, yes. And she didn't care at all. No debates or passionate speeches were going to satisfy her here what with Ellie agreeing and whatnot. And Evie was still mad. Poor Waylon probably just made the segue into complete immaturity even faster just by being there, as Evie's inner monologue decided he can go ahead and be the adult in the room.
Desukyun
Waylon stood there awkwardly, tapping his fingers against the wall by the door. Knowing that two girls were having an argument that he was going to be forced to interject in was terrifying. He eyed the fork dangling in Evie's hand like it was a loaded gun that had been shoved in his face.
"Well...uh...I'd love to get you another fork but..." His eyes shifted around the hospital room, like he was trying to find something to blame his unwillingness before the settled on the door. "Uh...the only nurse I saw wasn't from this wing of the buildin'. I'd have to walk all the way to the front desk." He cleared his throat as loudly as possible as he stalled on the words that he even wanted to say. There was no escaping the inevitable especially since it was obvious that he had to be the sensible one in the room.
There was no question as to why he was there. The cast on Ellie's arm was testament to that. While Evie had probably already yelled everything that he had expect to say at least semi-politely. He slowly, carefully, stalked closely to the bed, sighing as he leaned against one of the railings along side it. "Look. Ellie. I've been in this position before. I didn' get into Hillworth for bein' a good person." He glanced momentarily at Evie, waiting for some sort of noise of protest before he continued. "But you can' jus' run around like you own the place especially when you're alone..." The thought of Sassolite and that weird furry thing of hers almost skewering him came to mind. If he'd been alone, he certainly wouldn't have been here right now. "You can' let yourself get off easy for things you'd get angry at us for. If it were me wit a broken arm, you'd be yellin' and screamin' too. Jus' remember that we elected you as a leader because we thought you could do it. Don' make me look stupid for stickin' by you all this time..."
(OOC Note: Due to school + finals, Desu gave Lizzy + Carneli permission to puppet Waylon for the rest of the RP )
"F*ck you!" The tomboy was not pleased at the lack of a fork or the lack of cooperation in getting one. However, two could play this immaturity game. It might have been messy, but with her good hand, she reached down to pick up the drenched burrito. Reddish orange greasy sauce dripped between her fingers as they gripped to the burrito, bringing it to her lips and taking another large bite. As she chewed, she gave the darker haired girl a rather pointed look. No amount of complaining about all the bacteria she was getting all over her food would make a difference. She already had a broken arm, what difference would it make at this point if she got sick from man-handling her own food? She'd be stuck in bed either way!
It easily allowed the boy to make his way closer without Ellie even noticing the proximity. That was until he spoke. It shook her annoyed looks away from Evie towards a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be peering towards her cast. Maybe it had something to do with his presentation (and the lack of a shrewd tone). Maybe it was about the amount of trust and respect she had for this boy prior to her injury. Or maybe it had everything to do with the fact he was a
dude that made her more inclined to listen. Point was that Waylon was
similar to her, so his words had more depth to them for the tomboy.
Evie was technically right too, but those words didn't mean nearly as much to Ellie.
"Yer not th'stupid one, Louisiana..." It was the closest that the blonde would get to confessing she messed up. At least today.
Carneli
Evie suddenly lost all of her sense of justification for storming the place as she watched things happen between Ellie and Waylon. It was different; They were friends, teammates long before she came along. It felt almost like her right to be angry at Ellie for nearly dying diminished. The right to be, not the actual anger. It was still there, only now it was awkward.
She shifted half a step away from the bed, focusing her eyes on something else like she was uninterested and not feeling at all like a third wheel in the room. It would be babyish to take offense, and she really didn't, it was just... awkward.
She'd have to assess why later.
The room was awkwardly silent. Eventually Ellie resumed her work on her burrito, ignoring the rest of the company as she seemed to think over what had been said.
She wasn't thinking about it in all honesty, she was just hungry.
The noise from prior hadn't gone ignored. Soon enough a nurse had wandered her way into the room, pushing the door open and looking around. "What's going on in here..." she asked in a stern tone before she managed to notice what Ellie was doing. Rushing up to the patient, the woman nearly shrieked out "What did you do to your hand?!"
In an annoyed tone, the blonde explained "Chill... it's just sauce... I got hungry"
The woman heaved a sigh before shooting the current company a look. They were the glared daggers of an overworked, underpaid woman. "Now that I need to clean up, you two can go home!"
"They ain't gonna bother anybody," the blonde grumbled at the nurse.
The woman shook her head and stated "Yes... they won't be bothering anybody so loudly that half the people down the hallway could hear them."
"...damn it..." Shaking her head, she nodded her head in the direction of her teammates. "...dudes... jus' get outta 'ere... I'll see ya whenever..."
Ellie was not the sort for sentimental goodbyes.
Carneli
"Yeah," Evie's goodbye was even worse, using that mumble to just piggyback on Ellie's 'see you whenever'. She slid the fork under a napkin nearest Ellie as she casually could without getting in the nurse's way and drifted out.
She was suddenly eager to get home anyway.
Waylon managed to nod his farewell silently before following suit after Evie. Just as he had remembered to before, the Cajun shut the door after himself, leaving Ellie alone with this nurse.
The woman instantly began to try to fuss with the set up the blonde had for her meal situation. "Put that down and let me clean you up!"
The tomboy rose a brow in the nurse's direction. "....um... no... I'm gonna finish eatin' my lunch... do whatever ya want... but I'm still eatin'..." She raised the burrito up to her lips and took another large bite, making an orangey-red mess on her face as well.
"You want to be stubborn? Fine... I'll be back in five minutes and then I am tossing that out!" She seemed to snarl slightly before she turned to the door and made her noisy exit.
Dumb b*tch... At least she could now eat in peace.
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