<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/QS9cAVI.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured: Unbuttoned flannel shirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 4th, 1 pmish</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Big rock at edge of forest behind the gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em><s>Felicia</s> Felix | </em><br/><hr/>“I’d rather be<i>fuck with me and I’ll break you in half</i>sized.” She retorted sharply, almost bitterly. Not that any of that was aimed at poor Felix. She was just a tiny little bite sized redhead that anyone could mess around with, right? She was tired of getting messed with. “You’re at least a head taller than me. I think your membership with the short club has been revoked.” She laughed, rolling her eyes.<br/><br/>Gaaaah… She missed this.<br/><br/>At least that was what she thought until he was air tracing her body. Now she just had the urge to kick him. “Excuse you!” She huffed, almost as red as her hair. “Cinnamon toast crunch is amazing and if you think otherwise you’re obviously a witch!” That’s right. If you didn’t float in water you were a witch, and if you didn’t like a sugary cinnamon cereal you were also a witch. This was hard science, people!<br/><br/>“And<i>we</i>,” Elle spun on her heels to watch Felix mess around with some tree. “Only had fun because my mother was never there.” She was done with the argument about who was hotter. Neither of them thought they were hot. Both of them thought each other was hot. What a wonderful duo they made, no?<br/><br/>“I was thinking like a jug of milk or carton of eggs a day, but pixie dust does sound better.” Her lips pursed thoughtfully as she settled at the peak of her big rock and decided to make it her new home. It was the perfect spot to watch Felix tackle his tree with. “Touche.” She muttered as she lowered onto her rump and crossed her legs comfortably. “That’s awesome.” She perks with Felix’s new found fame in sports, even if a little part of her seems to sink. That little part of her that imagined herself going to each game, pompoms and all, shrieking her best friend on from the side lines like a loony chick. And every time she–er,<i>he</i>– got a goal she’d look to the people next to her and be like “That’s<i>my</i>best friend that just got that goal!”<br/><br/>God, she was so lame…<br/><br/>“<i>Lots of people know me…</i>” She repeated, her head tilting from side to side with every word. Ellie’s knees fold back up as she absentmindedly tugged at the hem of her long shirt sleeve. “Yeah,” Her nose wrinkled. “I think I do.” Whatever ideas were bouncing around in her head, Elle was quick to shake them off. “I’m guessing the usual suspects are being dicks.” Her eyes rolled, and she found herself chewing on her bottom lip in frustration. It wasn’t even just the kids at school even. She was certain his parents were being a problem too. “So who am I beating up?” She turned to look at Felix with a crooked brow and an expression that suggested she was entirely prepared to kick the shit out of some people. All he had to do was say the names.<br/>