Time Warp: Tell Me Your Secrets(Ellen)

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Fall 2012

Oriel was tired. After a while afternoon of terrorizing people from his tree in the courtyard, he'd have to be. It was a lot of work being the Evil Overlord of Hammel. He managed to catch a few winks after classes that day, but now he decided to at least try to sleep in his room again....and not in the closet this time.

Oriel was still having issues with insomnia, falling asleep in a bed that was too comfortable for his comfort and then waking up at random in a panic because he didn't know where the hell he was. It usually led him to either sitting in the common room watching the TV on mute, or invading the bedroom of his pretty blonde roommate. Or if he was feeling like something different, then he'd go find Tak. Or another one of his many lady bedmates. He didn't always fuck them. That was just a cereal box prize. No, he was more after the mere presence of another person, especially one who provided some comfort, while he drifted off.

He entered the common room of his dorm and traipsed across, ignoring the presence of anyone who might have been there. He opened the door to his own room, the bare thing it was, and stopped in the doorway at the sight of what (or who) was in it. "The fuck...?" he uttered, confusion full on his face.

[Ellen Banks]

One of the things Ellen prided herself on was that she was never one to let a grudge go. She always had to have the last word with everything She didn’t get the reputation she had by forgiving and forgetting those who did her wrong. She got it by utterly demolishing anyone who dared cross her. And when the term “Demolished” is used it is meant. She could be accused of being a little harsh, but she liked to think of herself as firm but fair. The many destroyed lives, broken hearts and ruined reputations she had left in her wake was always about sending a message: You dance with the devil herself you’re going to get burned.



And the one person that has wronged Ellen more then most was one Oriel Vanguard, the crude little Neanderthal that dared to speak quite disrespectfully to her. Every time Ellen closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel her blood boil when she thought of his arrogant face, his foul words and his smirk that made her blood boil.



But Oriel wasn’t the first person like this Ellen had to deal with and she was sure he wasn’t the last one. Fortunately Ellen had quite an elegant solution….brewing in her evil brain



After doing her research she discovered that this individual was named Oriel and it didn’t take long for her to locate his dorm room, Her knuckles tapped delicately against the base of the door. She was wearing her most eyepoping outfit a tight all back poofy dress, a skirt combo that leaves very little to the imagination.. Her lips were the purest blood red lipstick and makeup was applied to make her already appealing features stand out, as Oriel opened the door,Ellen leaned lazily against the door frame with a hand on her hip offering a thin smile. “Hi…Mind if I come in?”



Something told her he wouldn’t

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In all honestly, Oriel had completely forgotten about the incident with the self-proclaimed queen of Hammel. Not that he forgot who she was or that he'd terrorized her, but it had been out of his mind long enough for him to not be thinking about it….ever. That girl just was not as memorable as she thought she was.

So when he laid eyes on her again, here in his own room, Oriel had to stand and stare at her for a moment to place her face. With all the people he terrorized on a daily basis, he couldn't be expected to remember them all at first glance….though he was actually pretty good at that, if he did say so himself.

Though now he wished he'd at least learned her name. So he didn't have to make one up for her. Which was undoubtedly going to be offensive.

Oriel tapped his chin, trying to recall if there was a name that went with this girl that he just wasn't remembering off the top of his head. Nope, nothing. But yeah….he remembered her now. Oriel nodded, "Hey, Moneybags." Probably not the best way to greet someone who looked….like she did. Wow!

Oriel was perfectly obvious with how he looked that slim figure up and down, tracing her curves with his eyes, then landing right on her red, red lips. He sneered, crossing his arms over his torso and leaning himself against the swung-in door that stopped against the wall inside. "Not sure. Don't think I got enough cash to afford a courtesan of your caliber." Her million-dollar look made him feel enormously underdressed with his simple red-button up clad over a white undershirt. But at least he didn't look like he came right off the streets today. Even his hair was soft fluff of perfection, having just been washed that morning.

Oriel chuckled, looking away for a second, then back to her. "What's the catch?"

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen tried to keep a decent poker face, which thanks to her years of drama class was relatively simple, to hide her irritation at Oriel clearly not recognizing her. How could he possibly not know who she was? Her father was one of the richest people in Vermont. She was practically the closest thing to a celebrity this school full of ignoramuses and misfits had. She had spent years building up herself in the school as the pretty workaholic cheerleader with a heart of gold. Only a handful of students knew of the cerebral mind that hide behind those perfect chocolate eyes, and those people weren’t going to speak out or stand out against her.



Rest assured Ellen were determined to make Oriel remember her….



But still Money bags, a little less offensive then what shehad anticipated something more fowl considering what was said during their last meeting, she had certainly heard her be referred to as every name under the sun. Of course, most never dared to say those names to her face but word always got around. Compared to what she heard in the past money bags was relatively inoffensive and if nothing else was the truth. She did have quite a sizable bank account. “Ellen” she corrected him simply



She couldn’t help but be pleased with the way, Oriel’s eyes traveled down her body. It was a guilty pleasure to have people confirm that she was quite desirable, not that she needed the ego-trip but the reaction of hormone struck boys was always an endless source of amusement…however she certainly wasn’t amused about being compared to a cheap hooker, but she knew full well this is what she was getting into, she couldn’t afford to show any form of irritation, that would not only prove to Oriel that his words had the desired effect on her, but if she did what she was tempted to (Namely kick the creep right between the legs…that would certainly shut him up) Then this little endeavour would prove ultimately fruitless. Why should would she ruin everything with a brief moment of gratification when if she played her cards right she could have immense satisfaction spread out for years to come. “Droll” Ellen said blankly “Very droll indeed”



Ellen blinked for a moment as if stunned that Oriel thought her intentions weren't strictly honest “No catch” Ellen replied flashing him her most charming smile and twirling her white blond hair idly with her finger “I just want to come in and chat.” Ellen suddenly put on a mock pout “Surely you wouldn't leave me all alone in this cold lonely corridor in such a short dress would you?”

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It was easy for Oriel to not know who she was. Oriel just plain didn't care who she was. Granted, Oriel was very good at remembering people and faces, so he sooorta remembered who she was, but that only extended to the fact that she was a person that Oriel may have terrorized. He remembered the faces of his victims, at least. He didn't care that she was rich or who her father was. Though the fact that she was from a well-off family was apparent by her disposition.

At least she provided him with a name this encounter. Now he didn't have to make up another offensive one for her.

"Ellen, then." Oriel didn't mind using real names. He actually preferred it.

Most of the time.

Maybe Ellen was incredibly alluring and seductive, but Oriel prided himself too on his desirability. And also on his flexibility in parters(outside of men, he hadn't yet ventured into that realm of sexuality). While Oriel enjoyed a sexy woman with well made proportions like Ellen, he also wasn't so picky that he'd turn down someone with a less than perfect image. Actually….he might even say he preferred those kind of women as opposed to the scarecrows that were walking around and posing in those magazines…disgusting.

There was definitely a catch. At least Oriel thought there might. Or maybe this chick was just as loose as she looked. He smirked. Come in and chat? Where he was from, that was a clear invite for sexy times. Apparently it wasn't that much different here. He stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. "Well, wouldn't want your thunder-cunt t' get frozen, now would we?"

The room inside wasn't like most boys rooms. Compulsively clean would be a good descriptor. And lacking of any sort of individuality, no posters on the walls or CDs stacked in the corner. If it wasn't for the books on the desk that he'd never opened even once or the clothes neatly hung in the closet, one might think this was an unoccupied room. "Well, why don't you make yourself comfortable?" he said, crossing to the window. "Mind if I smoke?" Because it was only proper to ask such things in the presence of a lady like her.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen. Yes, now they were getting somewhere, she would have seriously thought that her name would carry some form of weight or gravitas, after all her daddy millions and exports wasn’t a secret and Ellen was quite well known around the school for her various work and activities she took part in she could barely take a moment to herself. She would naturally assume that Oriel would have paid extra special attention to the cheerleaders…



Still for all his unappealing traits, Oriel wasn’t….unattractive and her eyes did wander just a moment over his tight shirt, of course he wasn’t Ellen’s usually type. She much preferred a man to take an effort, Ellen had high standards, she didn’t give away the goods for free. A man needs to work at it, wear a suit, buy her things, A little begging wouldn’t go amiss either. She doesn’t go for slackers…still she could see why someone would think he was appealing…



Well, he invited her in as she knew he would, but his language…the way he dared to speak to her….That’s right, keep being vulgar just see what happens, see where that gets you…. Ellen gave her latest toy a coy little smirk as she stepped slowly into his room taking care to swivel her hips as she did.



She must admit giving all she knew about Oriel she was expecting it to be nothing short of a total pigsty, with clothes of all sizes decorating the floor and a pungent smell lingering in the air…but to her pleasant surprise she found that Oriel’s room was almost clean at her own. She was quite surprised….and that was quite rare. Ellen drew her fingers against his dressing noting that there was no dust. “I see, you like to keep things clean in here…I like that…” For one split moment her nose wrinkled. She detested smoking, as far as she was concerned it was merely it’s just an attempt for boys to look like men. No more, no less, but still she was not without her manners. “By all means” She said as she lowered herself onto the bed “I wanted to clear the air about what happened early…”

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The name was nice, but Oriel had little care of the weight that it carried. After all, to him, the owner of it was just a bitch with that hole that could be fucked. And just like anybody else, Ellen was just a flesh and blood human. Her name wasn't going to keep her from being beaten or killed…not that Oriel planned on doing either of those, though it was true. Names might carry weight in society, especially more than of a homeless orphan and brat like Oriel, but that didn't make them gods.

But it did make them stupid and conceited. They judged those under them as being less than perfect just for having been born in a lower class. Oriel could feel it, he'd known those kind of looks before, from people who thought that a kid like him had decided to be an orphan and to have bad, uncaring fosters, and to be penniless. He was a kid and nobody listened to kids, so how was he supposed to change his situation when his life was pretty much run on the whims of adults who gave less than two shits about his quality of life. How was all that his fault? Oriel didn't know, but adults certainly liked to remind him of it and make him feel like it was.

Oriel didn't know what this chick's game was, he suspected she was up to something, but it certainly didn't hurt to be a little cordial to her. He smirked as he leered at the curve of her ass, swinging back and forth as she walked.

He snorted and closed the door once Ellen had cleared the threshold. "Well…I don't have t' live in a dump no more, so I figure, why would I choose to?" Oriel had the chance to basically live under his own rules here at Hammel and focus on just taking care of himself instead of running all the time. It wasn't glamorous, he still didn't trust them entirely, and he still got anxious for not being good enough to use their facilities, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take it. And if he was going to take it, he was going to take care of it.

As for the smoking, if she'd said no, he wouldn't have. He didn't care about the image issues that were flowing through Ellen's mind, smoking was just a way to relax for Oriel. "Thanks," he said, opening the window so he could hang out of it while he enjoyed his nicotine. Oriel leaned against the window frame and pulled out his cancer stick, lighting up with a little, but short lived, effort. He took in a drag and blew the white cloud out the window. "Yeah? Well, fuck, what's there to clear up? I'm a fucking asshole and you're a narcissistic princess." He cross his arms over his chest, focusing his gaze on that hot stuff sitting on his bed. "Surprised you came back after that though. Must got nerves of steel." He put the cigarette to his lips again.