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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:34 pm
For absolutely almost all occasions, Anella took excellent care of her bike. She gave it a good wash at least once a week, made sure to protect it from the elements, and mostly only parked it in places she was sure it was going to be safe. Safety for her baby was, after all, top priority. She was very specific—preferably somewhere in the shade, never in a spot that was boxed in and—provided there were cameras in the area—always within the camera's range. She'd have done the same thing, even if it was a cheap bike.
As it stood, though, her baby was more than just a cheap bike. It was still fairly new—a 2011Thunderbird Storm. Triumph had gotten it right, but after living in Britain for a few years, Anella might have been a little biased.
Today, she had been on a little too much of an adrenaline high to calmly scour for the best location; she was still shaking a little bit from her previous adventure in the kitchen, so she'd slid into a spot, sacrificing shade to make sure that her bike wasn't going to get dinged up. That would be just the perfect end for this afternoon—coming back to a banged up bike because some dumbass driver didn't see the bike when they tried to swerve into an 'empty space'.
She'd kicked up the kickstand—doubled checked—before she got off, and then pocketed the keys. She tucked her helmet under her arm and rushed inside to make a quick purchase; the lack of shade meant that the black bike was going to bake in the sun, and she didn't want come back and toast her a**.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 10:12 pm
At some point after the bike had been parked, a blonde had walked by, but stopped and let out an impressed whistle. Someone took care of their bike. Had this been a casual hobbyist, the bike might not have had a companion for an extended period of time. However, this was Ellie Spectre. She couldn't abandon such a well maintained vehicle without meeting the owner and giving them the proper credit they deserved. Even the place which the Thunderbird Storm had been parked was well thought out, somewhat reflective of how Ellie was with her Honda Rc211v. Whenever the owner came back out, they would find a blonde girl in a dark blue jumpsuit crouched down next to their vehicle. She kept a careful distance from the vehicle, but was looking intently at the various parts which were kept pristine. She had a white badge with a name sewn onto it in red lettering. Ellie
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:26 am
With as scatterbrained as Anella felt like she was today, when she approached the bike, for a split second she thought she'd wandered over to the wrong one. A quick scan of the rest of the parking lot told her no, she hadn't lost her mind, that was her bike.
She kept her helmet tucked under one arm and was careful to cradle the fire extinguisher she'd just purchased in such a way that she could still use it to whack someone over the head with ease.
"Uhm, hi," she greeted, looking over the girl quickly. She was tall, lanky, but not outright fierce by her own standards. Much better than finding some creepy, steroid popping weirdo checking out her wheels. Still, she figured it best to be wary. "Can I help you with something, or…?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 10:04 pm
She had been too interested in the vehicle to notice the approach of the owner. However, something out of place spoke up, which caused an eyebrow to loft up. A chick?She first turned to the voice and there stood some brunette chick. It didn't take much work to locate the helmet she'd need to put on to ride, which was an easy signal that she was either a passenger or a driver. The blonde stood herself up finally. With a sharp nod and a slight narrowing of her eyes, she asked a question which would help her decide whether this was the passenger or the driver. "...yeah... curious how much ya paid fer yer Thunderbird Storm?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 1:56 am
Again, Anella found herself a bit suspicious. It wasn't like this girl could pick up the motorcycle and run off with it, so knowing the price shouldn't have been that big of a deal. That this stranger knew what type of bike she was looking at was a little reassuring for Anella and even left her a bit more inclined to answer.
"Twelve and a half, flat," she replied, shifting positions a bit where she stood. It wasn't retail price, but it wasn't a bad deal in her book. For as much as she loved the bike? Hell, she could have handled paying more than that.
…Of course, she might have had a little more help in covering that cost, but there were perks to being an only child.
"Why, did you just so happen to be in the market for one?" she asked; she might not have had any intention of selling hers, but hell—she loved her bike enough that she'd suggest everyone get one.
…Not that it was a bike cut out for everyone, but out of all the bikes she'd ever come in contact with, this one had just called to her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:10 pm
Soon enough the brunette would find a rather wide grin spreading upon the blonde's lips. Apparently that was the sort of answer she was looking for. "Well, yer doin' a good job keepin' th'value up on it... keep up th'good work!" Ellie could have easily turned around and left the conversation at that, but the other girl soon enough had inquired about the tomboy's own interests in the vehicle. So instead of turning, she cocked her head slightly. "Eh... I kinda prefer a more 'hands on' approach with my bikes... so it'd be a while before I'd go fer one... still enjoyin' th'f*ck outta my Honda Rc211v." With the grin still upon her face, she gestured with a nod towards what the girl had been holding warily at one point. "So... is there a story fer why yer randomly cartin' one'a those 'round?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:27 am
On any day, Anella would be thrilled to gush about bikes; she wasn't much of an aficionado, but she knew what she liked and could hold up her end of conversation for a long while before she ran out of things to talk about. It probalby helped that she was always willing to learn more. Admittedly, it was unlikely anyone would change her mind about her bike being the best thing every, but that didn't mean she wasn't always looking for the next great ride.
Unfortunately, time to gush about bikes was short lived. Blankly, she looked from Ellie's face to the fire extinguisher in her own arms, and then back.
"Well, ah." Her eyes darted to the red lettering on her badge before she continued, "Ellie. There was a…minor accident at, you know. My current place of residence. And…well, you see. Someone had to replace the old extinguisher now that it's been all used up, and, you know."
Perhaps tact was not necessarily her friend in this instance, because she looked Ellie in the eye and finally blurted, very seriously, "I nearly burned down my kitchen and think it's best I have an extra lying around."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:08 am
Ellie blinked. It was a perfectly natural human reaction, since people did it all the time to keep their eyes nice and moist. The grin softened to more of a neutral expression before she replied. "Oh... is that all? Mom did that all th'time whenever she tried t'cook... so we don't let her cook anymore." There was a good reason why her family pretty much became an exclusive "order out" family. She cocked her head a bit in the opposite direction of where it had been before. "So what were ya tryin' t'make? Some fancy souffle?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:51 pm
Realistically, Anella should have been a bit soothed that Ellie's mother was in a similar boat that she was, though it was one of her greatest fears that she'd grow up to be that type of mother. She wanted a family who gushed at her cooking, not one who had banned her from her own kitchen.
At this point in time, she needed a hell of a lot of work before she had anything to brag about.
"…Macaroni and cheese," she informed with a bit of hesitation—no doubt from embarrassment. Mac and cheese was supposed to be a terribly simple meal, and yet she'd gone and botched it up—badly enough to have needed the fire extinguisher.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:05 am
There was no hiding her amusement. Ellie just simply was not the sort of person who hid her emotions well enough out of the consideration of other people. She let out a muffled version of a snort and coughed out "Um... wow!" A smirk had slithered onto her face, but soon enough it spread out into a full grin again. "Well, good job!" Though it was an obvious joking tone, it probably sounded more sarcastic than it should have. She couldn't help but laugh a bit before turning again, preparing to head off on her way again. "Nobody learns sh*t unless they make mistakes, right?" With a shrug, she put her hands behind the back of her head and began to move forward. She had complimented the upkeep on the bike, which was all she had truly wanted to do.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:40 pm
Anella forced a smile, even if only just to keep herself from looking so embarrassed. She was typically a relatively prideful person, so she always felt a bit of disdain when things didn't work out well for her. She was a big enough person that she could laugh at herself—even if it was strained.
"I suppose, definitely that's a good way to look at it."
You learned from your mistakes, right? Or…you were supposed to. Anella hadn't quite learned enough for her to be successful in the kitchen, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.
"—Well, it was nice to meet you, Ellie. I—Oh, I'm sorry. Anella," she introduced, holing her hand out for the girl despite it being terribly late for an introduction. "I suppose I ought to be heading back home and start cleaning up my mess, but it was nice to meet you!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 7:32 pm
If there was ever a way to get the tomboy to spin on the ball of her foot and turn back the other direction, it seemed like Anella had found a way. The blonde was a stickler for doing her introductions properly. Just prompting such a thing was a wise move on the brunette's part. A hand reached out and soon enough was shaking the new acquaintance's, firmly as she had always been taught to do. With a grin, she replied "Yeah... pleasure's all mine, Anella." Feeling she had done what was necessary, the tomboy spun back around again. "See ya 'round..." With a half wave, she was off... again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:46 am
That was enough for Anella; content that she had done a proper name exchange, she was able to tuck her purchase safely away before mounting her motorcycle. She certainly never minded meeting someone to chat up—especially about her bike. In fact, it probably couldn't have happened at a better time. Anella had needed a good distraction between nearly burning down her kitchen and making her way back to clean it all up, and that had done just the job.
…Of course, now there was only thing left to do, and it was with great dread that she started her bike and prepared for what she suspected was going to be a grueling clean up.
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