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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 5, 2012 11:41:12 GMT -5
"I don't know," Petunia says in a low voice. Her eyes follow Xavier as he walks away. Something about him gets her hackles up, makes her blood run. Her tongue traces the curve of her teeth inside her mouth, lingering on the point of a canine.
Hunt him down!
She stands, stepping towards the railing-
The waiter returns with their drinks. "Are you ladies ready to order?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 6, 2012 18:08:08 GMT -5
Now Elly is focusing on the waiter, the redhead mostly forgotten. "Yes, I'd like the balsamic portobello on a whole wheat bun, with a side of brown rice, please," Elly says to the waiter, with a pleasant but fake smile. - - - OOC: Maybe a timeskip to Month 7, Week 3, Day 5 with Petunia having been invited over to Elly's place to watch Top Gear and then Xavier can try to see if this is Elly's twin or what?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 8, 2012 0:04:43 GMT -5
Timeskip, ahoy! M7W3D5.
"It's chemistry for hungry people!1" Petunia has been enchanted with cooking since she figured out she could do it herself. Sometimes this means she eats things other people would throw out, but today will not be one of those days. She is cooking for Elly! It will be excellent! There is no other possibility.
"So, what's on the teevee?"
1. Questionable Content[/size]
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 10, 2012 20:20:29 GMT -5
As of this date, Elly still does not have her concealed carry permit and hasn't met Kate yet, so Elly is not yet a conspiracy nut. She has had a few frustrating days in the interim where she has had to be briefly hospitalised. She still has to go to the clinic for dialysis regularly.
Elly is still profoundly sick, and yet, she is doing somewhat better. She still has not managed to call into 555-Bots yet. Just getting herself together enough to hang out with Det. Dahlia was a struggle that took a few days.
She has an apartment for one. The door opens to a L-shaped couch on the left and a window on the far left. The television sits opposite the couch. To the right is the small kitchen, which is tiled. The rest of the apartment is carpeted. There is a small balcony, which overlooks the parking lot. The next room is her bedroom. The washroom is to the right of her bedroom and the closet is in the back.
The apartment is meticulously clean and devoid of personality. There are a large number of pillows and blankets around. Currently, Elly is curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, feeling marginally alive. She flicks on the TV with the remote and reports, "I have some Top Gear recorded, if that's okay?"
Elly does have a few knives on her person, for whatever good they might do her.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 12:42:25 GMT -5
As of this date, Petunia has taken her dress to be fitted and has met Arthur. This is actually the farthest event along her personal timeline.
"Sure!" Petunia has no particular pickiness about her teevee. "Now, fungi. You are good with fungi, correct?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 11, 2012 13:26:34 GMT -5
Elly doesn't entirely remember which Top Gear episode this is until it comes on, "Oh, I think this is the Dome Zero episode. I used to know a..."
She pauses and thinks about what she's going to say. 'I used to know a Dome Zero Winnebago'? Elly, that is not something that humans say.
"...it's a handsome car, even if it's low on the horsepower." 'Handsome' is maybe not the way a human would describe a car either, but so sue Elly, she thinks of Dome Zeros as male because Rodimus Prime is male and thus handsome as opposed to pretty, and his car-part looks a lot like a Dome Zero.
"Fungi... ehn, yes. Yes, I am," Elly admits reluctantly. Eating is a ridiculous sort of personal horror for her, but dying of anorexia, she has decided, sounds worse than being contaminated by organics. Maybe she is finally starting to understand why Blackarachnia chose to live, and that understanding makes Elly uncomfortable.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 13, 2012 22:21:41 GMT -5
Elly has a lot of fungi and whole-wheat bread to look forward to in her future. Today, she will be getting a fungi pot pie.
Petunia industriously chops the various mushrooms she bought, setting them each aside in their own little bowl. Top Gear distracts her at a bad moment, and she cuts down on her hand. Pain startles her into dropping the knife, and there's a line of blood along the back of her hand-
But when she washes her hands, the skin under the blood is smooth. She shrugs. Apparently she bleeds easily for little stuff. Maybe she's a hemophiliac. No, wait, she's not sure they clot as quickly as she seems to. Maybe her skin is just delicate.
Oh well.
The announcers say something about the Dome Zero and take it out driving, and... "Mmmm. But I like the sound of a Porsche's engine better."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 13, 2012 22:34:58 GMT -5
Elly does not notice this whole blood-near-the-food thing, and that is a good thing, because otherwise, there would be freaking out. She is busy ogling cars, snuggled under her pile of blankets and pillows. She comments, "I think there's one where they evaluate how good a Porsche 959 is at picking up groceries?"
To be honest, the way that Elly watches this show, one would think that she was watching rugby players covered in honey or something. Her gaze just lingers on the engines when they pop the hoods.
"I don't know. It's... I like either a delicate build in a sports car or a good, solid truck, like, you know, a snow plow or a firetruck..."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 13, 2012 22:41:48 GMT -5
"He'd get distracted by something more interesting before he ever got the milk," Petunia says distractedly. She pauses, stares at the wall in front of her. "I have no idea what I even meant by that."
The cars do not attract quite so much of Petunia's attention as they seem to do Elly's. Now if this was a show with motorcycles, well, then it would be a bad idea to let Petunia hold knives because bits of her fingers would wind up in the food.
"Delicate sports cars... Corvettes? Are those delicate?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 13, 2012 22:56:37 GMT -5
"Uhm. That was probably a clue. You are a detective and all," Elly says dubiously. She is trying to be open-minded! If she was still in the Elite Guard, she would have to be nice to humans in this territory, because they are allies of the Autobots. Is she over going to be a Guardsman again, she wonders? The choice to resign was hers, but it was not really a choice.
Elly just cannot stomach the idea of being beneath Optimus. She put up with it when they were cadets. Elly refuses to put up with it now. So he has her team, she has Elita-1's body, and Elita-1 has nothing but the AllSpark's embrace.
To distract herself from mulling over her failures, she clutches the blanket and struggles to put into English words what it was about Elita-1's car mode that she most loved, "No, not like Corvettes. Those have so many curves. I mean, some gentle curves are okay, but you need more angles than curves, like you want to slice the air and leave it in pieces..."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 18:27:29 GMT -5
Elly Winston's undead status has been progressively irritating Xavier since the moment he saw her last week. He searched for any information on her, but could only find news of her death. Nothing about miraculous resurrections. Regardless of the fact that Elly (was it really Elly?) didn't seem to remember him and thus wasn't a threat, the curiosity grew, and the lack of answers turned the curiosity into irritation, and irritation makes Xavier impulsive.
So today, he finds himself returning to the scene of the crime. He almost has a plan. Sort of. Not quite. He picked a drizzly day, wore a rain slicker with the hood up, tricked his way into the apartment building again, made his way up to Elly's floor - he remembers where any cameras are from the last time he was here - tucked his wet coat away in his backpack, left the back pack partially hidden behind a potted plant in the hall, and found Elly's apartment.
He hesitates for a moment with his hand poised to knock on Elly's door. What does he plan to do here exactly? Just figure out whether or not it really is Elly? Confirm that she really doesn't remember him? Kill her again, and make sure it sticks this time?
Whatever. Today he is one of her neighbors. Who? Maybe... Paige? Paige... Fobster. Sure. Why not.
He knocks.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 17, 2012 20:33:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I already know I know a guy with a Porsche," Petunia says as she finishes slicing the mushrooms. "I just don't remember how I know him. Hmm. Okay, not Corvettes. Lamborghinis? They look fast while sitting still."
Then there's a knock at the door. Petunia pauses in the act of getting out the whole wheat pastry shell she'd pre-made. "I'll get it, Elly."
She pushes the pastry shell back into the fridge and goes to answer the door.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Mar 17, 2012 20:59:35 GMT -5
"Porsches are good people," Elly says absently, thinking about the Jazz here, and then, belatedly, she hopes Det. Dahlia doesn't think too much about that statement.
When there is a knock at the door, Elly reaches for two things: one, her cane, and two, for that sheathed knife strapped to her calf.
However, Det. Dahlia has offered to get the door, and Det. Dahlia is not an invalid snuggled under a pile of blankets. Elly relaxes under her pile of blankets, but she warns, her voice quiet and serious, "Check the peephole."
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 21:43:47 GMT -5
Xavier waits patiently - okay, with the illusion of patience, because inside his irritation burns bright - outside the door, doing his best innocent boy-next-door impression. He quickly cobbles together a story for himself. If Elly really has amnesia, chances are she won't know that he's lying. If not... well, he can't really let her live if she remembers anything that might incriminate him, can he?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 18, 2012 12:28:44 GMT -5
"All right." Petunia checks the peephole- and sucks in a breath of shock. Him! That man who gawped at Elly! What is he-
Hunt.[/b]
It's an imperative, but like everything else in Petunia's mind, she finds it connecting with something else.
'Is there a guard on Ms. Winston?'
She walks over to Elly, pulls out her cellphone, and sets it down very carefully. In a low voice, she says, "In my ICE contacts, there's a woman named Esprit Hunt. If things get weird, call her."
Then she goes to open the door.
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