Time Warp:Ripples in the water (Oriel)

[Ellen Banks]

Fall 2012


This was the day that Ellen Banks had been waiting for what felt like years she had just been chopping at the bit to for what seemed like forever to achieve what she had achieved today, namely freedom. To say a not so heartfelt to boring hick town USA. She must have been the only student in Hammel that shuddered at the very thought of of any extended break from her kingdom. Goodbye, Respect and fear of her peers, hello two weeks of her mother fussing over her and freaking out if she stayed out past 11. (Not that there was anywhere to go in…) and her brat of a little brother screaming in her ear and going through her room. Ugh if she had to spend another moment in that place she might have screamed. So thank God the week ended when it did providing Young Miss. Banks with an escape when it did. Granting her the opportunity to escape her chains (Not to mention her father’s watchful eye) and step back into the hallowed halls of her REAL home.





Which to her meant one thing above all others; Independence. A chance to escape her parents watchful gaze and now she was determined to make up for time lost.



And she was more then a little pleased to see that, she wasn’t easily forgotten as she walked down the corridor, clad in expensive cream colour jacket and shirt combo with sunglasses masking her eyes with a glittering necklace and a black Gucci bag hanging from the arm. The only thing to complete the spoiled girl look if there was a little cute doggy sticking it’s head out from the bag. She marched her way through the hallway like she owned the place pushing various people out of her way. Enjoying the glances from the boys and the girls envious looks but she noted that a small minority of girls hanging their heads in fear, trying to avoid eye contact. As well they should, over the past few years most of the female population of Hammel, have heard horror stories about the things she’s done to those who has crossed her. Most of them wild and untrue, but far be it for Ellen to discourage the rumours. If it keeps an air of intimidation. Then it serves it purpose.



She was walking along as calm and collected as can be. When she felt someone bump into her shoulder, causing her to stumble backwards and drop her bag spilling its contents everywhere. She cursed under her breath as she took off her glasses and swore under her breath and leant down and collected her lipstick and make up into her bag. “You should really watch where you’re going…” Ellen muttered to the culprit not taking her eyes off the bags content.

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It'd been about a year since Oriel first arrived at Hammel and the 15-year-old was….not used to this place but had at least figured out the ins and outs of what he could get away with. Which was practically nothing. Fuck, he felt like he was in a prison or something, somebody was always watching and threatening to kick this kid back onto the streets if he kept up with the same shit he did back in NYC.

Seriously, if it was easier for him to climb the side of the dorms and into his room without bothering to cross a room of ugly people and ascend some crowded stairs, and if he could do it, then why not just let him?? And those vending machines, well, they and Oriel had a reckoning on more than a few occasions. And apparently snarling at the teachers warranted detention too. And ignoring them. And definitely sexually harassing them.

Oh well, it was no biggie. They weren't doing nothing for him anyway. He spectacularly failed most of his classes last year and this year he had little intention of doing any better. Though he was trying to work on his reading/writing in private, it was just not working….and he was too damn prideful to use any of the "special resources" they claimed would work better!

So here was Oriel, just walking along, minding his own business while providing occasional glares at people, keeping to himself, when he was forced into a crowded enough hallway that he had no choice but to brush by people to get through. Well, if he was going to do that, then he was going to be as rude as possible for it. His eyes scanned the cluster of annoyingly spaced students as he approached and picked his target. A pretty thing, a little too prissy and high class for his taste but he'd bang her nonetheless.

Oriel bumped shoulders with the girl, spinning and feigning a stumble to the floor. "Hmph," he said, rubbing his shoulder as if it hurt. "You're one to talk, you blind or something, Barbie-doll? I was comin' right at you!" He sneered, cocking his head to the side. "Or you jus' like t' play chicken like that? Think your so entitled t' make everyone part like th' red sea when you walk through? Hate t' break it t' you, Di. Your momma lied t' you, you ain't special 'tall." Oriel snorted, a smirk still on his lips

[Ellen Banks]

If nothing else Ellen prided herself on the fact that she never lost her temper, sure she got angry and was frequently irritated by those around her and NO one got under her skin quite like her younger brother benny banks (Stay out of my room was a familiar cry echoing through the Banks household) but after years of anger management therapy in her youth she learned how to hide the burnt of her anger quite effectively. If someone was to learn just how annoyed she was, that would be just tell them, that they had power over her and THAT will never do. Besides, Anger itself was a unless emotion. Sure, you may receive some form of enjoyment out of yelling and screaming at someone, but ultimately worthless giving nothing but the knowledge to the other that they successfully gotten under Ellen skin.



So Ellen did her best to keep a level head at all times. Sure there may be occasions where it bubbled to the surface but for the most part Ellen kept a level head.



Besides why get mad, when it was so much more satisfying to get even instead?



But this boy…well he was really testing her patience, after all in all likely hood this was probably just an accident. A stupid on and one he really should have avoided but an accident nonetheless. If he simply just said sorry or just walked away that would be the end of the matter, but the fact that he stuck around and had the nerve, to stand then laugh in her face about it, and DARE to insinuate that she was at fault was almost too much for her to bare. But the thing that almost tipped her over was “ Your momma lied t' you, you ain't special 'tall."



No one talked to her like that.



No one DARED talk to Ellen banks in such a manner.



“Excuse me?” She said looking up sharply not quite believing this boy’s gall. She managed to get her first good luck at him Tall. Slim. Long hair. Clearly a burn out. She supposed not un-attractive. He had a rougish appeal about him, she will conceed. If she ever wanted to annoy his dad, he’s the one to bring home. But she doesn’t date losers, especially someone who treats her like this she picked herself off the ground and crossed her arms sternly “Who exactly do you think you are? I don’t remember anyone giving you licence to go around and push people around just you can

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This was Oriel's specialty and had been for years. He was a veteran at getting under people's skin, with a tongue as sharp as a knife and a sneer as mischievous as an imp's. There'd been many a day back in the Big Apple where he'd have to make a quick break from antagonizing the wrong people. You know, people who didn't have any control over their tempers. Actually, there were more than a few who boasted the cool and calm act only to find out they weren't as "cool" as they thought.

Everyone had a breaking point. They all had that one trigger that just made them lose it, that pulled down that stupid, perfect, goody-two-shoes mask that they liked to wear. The one that looked down on no-good punks like him, just a delinquent orphan who had nothing better to do than roam the streets, smoking, drinking, fucking and being the scum that they didn't dare walk on for fear of getting their shoes dirty. The dumb kid who wasn't going to make it anywhere in life anyway, so what did it matter what he did or who he pissed off.

This chick…was a carbon copy of those who looked down on him, strutting about like they were god's gift to the world. But..when you stripped away all the make-up, all the status, all the clothes and money….they were still human. And humans broke easily. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Didn't take much, Oriel'd seen it happen again and again. And this bitch was no different.

Oriel picked himself up, stretching to his full height, looking down on the sequined cunt with a snarl. He ran a hand through his fluff of hair, the curled ends ceasing just below his ears, then cracked his neck, rolling its and his shoulders lazily. "And who the fuck said I needed anybody's permission t' walk 'round these halls. In case you haven't noticed, this joint don't discriminate too well, so I got just as much a right t' be here as that John over there. So don't be 'specting me t' be moving just cuz you think you're the next Hilton. Therefore, I reiterate…" Oriel leaned in a bit closer, matching their eyes. She could probably smell the lingering tobacco on his breath. "You ain't all that special." He cackled softly.

[Ellen Banks]

The more Ellen spent time around the boy. The boy the more and more he found herself growing an intense dislike for him, Ellen more then anything constantly had to put herself above everyone else, because when all was said and done she WAS better then most people, Now she could understand why people might have a problem with that opinion, but she simply believes it out of cool hard fact, She was better looking then most people, more intelligent, more outgoing, more money, better up bringing, better everything. Ergo she was better and she deserved to be treated with nothing but total respect and she would tolerate nothing less.



But, this…this…THING was speaking in a way that she wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to in such a manner, and her felt her eyes narrow and breathing deepening as she was gripped with the mad urge to throw herself on top of the boy and punch every part of his worthless self whack his head against the tiled floors and just-



Calm down, Ellie. He isn’t worth it. Inhale. Exhale.



Trying to get a grip, she did indeed begin to breath deeply before before narrowing her eyes at him, refusing to be bulled, she was a bank after all. “If you knew who I was, you REALLY would think twice about talking to me like this” Coolness radiating off her voice trying to ignore the smell of stale smoke “I would choose my next words very carefully.”

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Oriel wondered how much more he was going to have to push before he managed to kick this queen over the edge. If she started yelling, or tried to hit him, then he would say it was a job well done. There were very few individuals that he'd been unable to engorge. Unfortunately, his antagonistic nature had landed him in more than one or two situations that ended with him either running for his life or getting the shit beat out of him.

Oriel hardly thought that this prim princess could do either of those.

"Listen you entitled little cunt. Whoever you are, you are nowhere near as important as you think you are. If you really want people to know you, wear a fucking name tag, but the only one who would benefit is yourself when you loose track of your identity in front of a mirror, your drugged out little WASP. You want some carefully chosen words, here's some carefully chosen words," He pointed down to the crossroads. "Open trench."

[Ellen Banks]

Normally Ellen was the master of betraying her emotions to the outside world (Thank you years of drama school) but she had to be honest, this person was a type of man that Ellen never had to deal with someone like this before. Ellen’s parents instilled in their children a strict sense of discipline and manners in their children more or less making sure their children would grow up to be as prim and proper as you could imagine. Any form of needless rudeness was punished heavily and Philip Banks would never tolerate any swear words. Ellen could still remember the faithful day in her childhood where she asked innocently what the word “Fuck” meant. And for her troubles her mouth was washed out with soap.



So Ellen wasn’t used to crass language and perhaps considered it a worse offence then most people. Sure she’s was no stranger to curse words, but she more tolerated them, then anything else. Just because she had standards doesn’t mean she should pepper her speech with needless swear words.



But this boy had no such problems with being so vulgar, really Ellen was quite stunned, she merely gave the boy a friendly warning when he began hurling pure and utter abuse her way for something that was entirely his fault. The more and more the boy spoke, Ellen became to feel very cold and hot at the same time as her skin begin to grew pale and she began to tremble slightly.A telltale sign that Ellen was enraged (When ever you see Ellen with this expression, the sensible approach would be to run) He was trying to hurt her, to intimate her, to make her feel smile and Ellen took all of those attempts as a personal insult.



When he finally finished his rant. Ellen suddenly whirled back and slapped the boy as hard as she could across the cheek. An action she would later regret, it was a moment of weakness where she wasn’t clearly. Blinded by anger she lashed out in a way she normally never would “Don’t you dare…don’t you dare even think about talking to me like that again. You’re pathetic. Utterly pathetic, I think it’s really sad that you’re so jealous just because my lifestyle is BETTER then you’re you need to abuse me. Instead of saying sorry like a NORMAL person.
You're right. I am entitled, and that eats you up inside doesn't it?"

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Oriel cradled his cheek which was now stinging about as much as his ears from how she lashed out after finally reaching her breaking point. It was starting to redden into a very characteristic handprint. He rubbed it, keeping his eyes averted as she finished with her furious "I'm on a pedestal, look at me" rant.

She wouldn't be wrong. There were feelings of envy. But truthfully, he didn't know a goddamn thing about her, and neither she about him. Maybe he should apologize? It was pretty pathetic of him to go around, judging people who would judge him based on their social class, by how they dressed, assuming that they knew what the other had been through up until now.

When the dame finished up her speech, Oriel peered up at her with contrite eyes, looking shamed for having crossed that boundary. He swallowed and nodded shallowly, his shoulders relaxed and posture on the verge of sullen. "You're right. I'm just being a dick. Shoulda never said those things." He twitched out a hesitant smile that only formed on one side, and then leaned in to meet their eyes, raising his brows slightly with his next statement.

"So...where did your daddy touch you again?"

[Ellen Banks]

For a moment, Ellen thought she had got through to the man…After all he looked like remorseful for his actions, maybe a slap to his face is exactly want the man needed. A wake up call so to speak.



Of course this boy wasn’t anything special in the least, everyone who walked through the hallowed halls of the hammel institute, wishes for just one day, for just one moment to be Ellen banks to have the advantages she was given from an early age. This boy was no different from everyone else in the hall way they currently stood in. but it looked like he was now finally learning his place. Better late then never.



“ Well I’m just glad that-“



Ellen gasped, like she was one the slapped, not quite believing that the boy just said that. She quickly turned on her heel and walked the other direction, the gears in her head starting to come to life.