[ Video / Afternoon ]
[ Hey network! How's about a decidedly not-cheerful and sunny Ella to greet you this evening. If anything, her expression is as sour as it can get. Maybe she sucked on a bag full of lemons. ]
I am so sick of these Christmas Carols, If I hear one more I'm going to scream.
[ She's at home, from the looks of it, opening the refrigerator and taking out a large chocolate cake. Fancy writing in green icing reads: 'Happy Solstice!' with some flowers on the border. ]
Ugh, what was I thinking.
[ She wrinkles her nose in disgust, and promptly tosses it in the trash. ]
I won't be needing that.
[ There's a soft 'mew' from somewhere to her left, and she turns, seeing Hattie's elegant kitty cat on the counter. ]
Beat it. [ The cat doesn't move. ] Get off the counter, cat.
[ The cat still doesn't move, just staring her down. Ella huffs a sigh, and rubs her face with a hand, muttering. ]
Stupid animal.
[ Ella sets her NV down and moves to physically pick the cat up -- at which point the cat goes from sweet and mild mannered to a screeching, hissing, PSYCHOPATHIC ball of fur, launching at her face. Ella barely has time to shield herself, letting out a shriek of surprise and stumbling back into the table, the NV tumbling over and cutting the feed. ]
[ ooc: Technically taking place a few hours ago, after leaving Northern Latte. Guess who had The Grinchy drink? :D ]
I am so sick of these Christmas Carols, If I hear one more I'm going to scream.
[ She's at home, from the looks of it, opening the refrigerator and taking out a large chocolate cake. Fancy writing in green icing reads: 'Happy Solstice!' with some flowers on the border. ]
Ugh, what was I thinking.
[ She wrinkles her nose in disgust, and promptly tosses it in the trash. ]
I won't be needing that.
[ There's a soft 'mew' from somewhere to her left, and she turns, seeing Hattie's elegant kitty cat on the counter. ]
Beat it. [ The cat doesn't move. ] Get off the counter, cat.
[ The cat still doesn't move, just staring her down. Ella huffs a sigh, and rubs her face with a hand, muttering. ]
Stupid animal.
[ Ella sets her NV down and moves to physically pick the cat up -- at which point the cat goes from sweet and mild mannered to a screeching, hissing, PSYCHOPATHIC ball of fur, launching at her face. Ella barely has time to shield herself, letting out a shriek of surprise and stumbling back into the table, the NV tumbling over and cutting the feed. ]
[ ooc: Technically taking place a few hours ago, after leaving Northern Latte. Guess who had The Grinchy drink? :D ]