Prom:Letting some hair down (Frank)

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

In trouble? Frank blew out her lips and waved her hand dismissively. "Just tell 'em I did it. I get in trouble all the time. My parents are totally used to it. Plus, like, we could totally sue the school for the whole letting me get kidnapped thing, so I've got like super immunity around here. I could probably, like, poop on the Headmaster's desk and get away with it." Not that Frank had ever considered that, strangely enough. Glitter bombing, sure, and she actually planned to do that as soon as things settled down, especially because, if rumors were true, one of the younger Bellefontes would hit the throne soon .Wouldn't it be awesome if they got glittered?

Frank got so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost missed Ellen talking about her dad. Almost, because it came up again, with Frank being dragged to the door, squealing and yelling "you'll never catch us, coppers!" behind her. Actually, it came up after that part, in between talk about parents and stuff. Frank nodded along with Ellen, looking almost like one of those bobble-headed dolls or something. Ordering food and having a slummer party sounded awesome though, and soon Frank was literally bouncing up and down with sheer joy.

"We totally should! I can order a bunch of food or we could raid the kitchens---no, we'll totally get some pizza and stuff. I'm already punching it in, aaaaand there, special pizza delivery coming soon," no, Frank didn't have to ask Ellen what toppings, because there would be at least six pizzas, with four covering the usuals and two being strange. Frank's orders were usually "whatever you feel like." "And my parents, like, don't know what to do with me. I think they just wanted to give the family fortune to someone with the name, and they're all like 'this strange thing is prancing around and stuff, do something'," yes, she did put on the snootiest accent imaginable. She also giggled and made sure to brace Ellen against her. "My butler did all the other stuff though, like, veggies and don't eat like a pig. Well, until I got the whole power thing, then it was 'just because you have to eat as much as a sow doesn't mean you should act like one, Miss Cox,'" and yes, the accent was British and then accompanied by much, much giggling. Frank just kept going as they headed toward the dorms, determined to have the bestest, best slummer party ever.

[Ellen Banks]

Frank, just brought up a point that Ellen herself never considered before. The fact was undeniable that the school had messed up and messed up bad. The kidnapping of several students and several more dead (Ellen included)And It’s fair to say that, that if certain concerned parents felt the need to. They can make things very difficult for the Bellefonte’s to say the very least. Not the least of which the breaching of a fundamental promise that every school to make to keep the student body safe. That no harm can come to the student body and the school failed in every single way imaginable. So the school would do well to keep the students happy at any and all costs and for Ellen? She was in quite a favourable situation, her father wasn’t just an average concerned parent. He was the most ruthless and driven precursor in the area if there was anyone the Bellefonte’s should fear in the situation Phillip Banks was it as he would take great joy in taking everything the school had and bankrupting The bellefonte’s. True the Banks and the Bellefonte’s were long time friends but Ellen knew for a fact that when he heard what happened to Ellen he was enraged, maybe madder the he had ever been. His successor and his crown jewel was brutally gunned down and there can be no bigger sin to him then harm coming to a Bank. He would walk through hell itself and spit in the devils face if his family was attacked. This could be quite the benefit to her.

At first Ellen’s eyes grew wide ass if she couldn’t believe Frank was so graphic with her description, Ellen was brought up with a strict rules regarding having a foul mouth, Foul language was strictly disallowed, so the fact that Frank can paint such a graphic picture in Ellen’s drunken state was quite shocking and she had to press her mouth against her hand to cover up her giggles “My Daddy’s a lawyer. So I don’t think you could form a legal defence against…Po…against that sort of thing”

Of course it was an great idea; Ellen had so many amazing ideas when she got into this state. Ok, so she never really thought her druken ideas were all that impressive when she sobered up but for now this was just another in a long line of amazing ideas and this had to be among the most brilliant a slumber party sounded much better then a stupid old prom this was much more fun, they could paint each others nails pig out on some chocolate and Ellen loved to play truth or dare. (Ellen had a history of beinh a little too open with her secrets when drunk) “ Oh yay! This is going to be so fun! Woah. That was fast Frank. Are you sure they can find our-“ Ellen suddenly broke off realizing thinking through what she was saying, of course they would know where to find Frank. Thanks to her power she must have been on first name terms with every single one of the fast food outlets. She was probably was single handily keeping the majority of them in business. “Oh whoops. You’re probably the fast food queen right? God, how much do you eat a day?
Oh wait I almost forgot. hold on" Ellen leaned over and recited her number to Frank "Seriously, you can need to like call me like...like all the time. All day every day. For like anything Ok 

Ellen rolled her eyes as Frank spoke about her bringing up, A butler? God, there was so many times in her childhood when she wanted a butler to do all her chores for her. It would certainly make clearing her room and washing up more easy and certainly The Banks could afford one. But that wasn’t how The Banks operated. Hard work and self reliance was their hallmark of the Banks way of life. “Urg. My family is like the opposite of every thing you just. Their always like: Ellen do this. Ellen do that. If I do want they want. They ask me why I didn’t do it sooner. If I pass a test they ask me when I didn’t get an A. If I get an A they ask me why I don’t get 100% If I get a 100% They ask me why I don’t get them all the time. They’re the worse” Now Ellen was in uncharted territory. Sober the last thing she would ever do is to mock or speak ill of the banks family name and that just showed how drunk she really was if she was vocalizing her deep seeded feelings that she could never please her father. She supposed that was apart of the reason why she wanted to be Prom queen, maybe that would finally impress her family, but it wasn’t to be.

Her thoughts were irrupted as Frank started moving towards the dorm room Ellen quickly tried to push pass her on the way “First one to the room is a rotten egg!” Ellen proclaimed as she neared the door and pulled out her key to open it up

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"You'd be surpriiiised," Frank replied, her voice sing-song. Her family lawyer had gotten to be something of an expert forming defenses against all sorts of things. If he could manage one for the Great Condom Incident of '11, then he could probably figure something out for something as relatively minor as pooping on a desk. Soon enough, they were moving along, Frank keeping up with Ellen, not that it proved altogether difficult, since Ellen wasn't really with it as it were.

"They totally have my dorm room mesmerized," agreed Frank, nodding, "'cuz I gotta eat like, a ton of calories. They told me the real number once, and it's like, ridonk. Jut know that it's a loooot, and I'll--" since Frank had been essentially talking over Ellen, she actually had to pause when Ellen recited her phone number. And again, Frank got to show off one of her unique talents. She nodded, then repeated the number perfectly, grinning. She'd have it in her phone as soon as she got to it, which would be soon, considering that they were heading for the dorm now.

First though, Ellen had to talk about how crappy her family was. Frank figured that was the alcohol talking, so she wasn't going to bring ti up or anything. She did log it all away for later though, nodding with each word, taking Ellen for what she said. They'd all but reached the room by now though, and Frank, giggling all the way, had to duck out of Ellen's way for the other to get to it. "Wheeee!" she said, clapping and dancing in place, "oh, and the pizza'll be here in, like, twenty minutes and stuff! I got some stuff stashed away though, so we can totally dig into it," to say that Frank had a stash was actually understating it. Whatever room in her bedroom that wasn't dedicated to necessaries like clothes, television (with attached DVD player), desk, and laptop was pretty well littered with food, mostly MREs right now, but there was still tons of candy, Japanese energy drinks, various bars and all kinds of stuff. Frank was already barreling toward it, literally kicking an impressive box of British chocolate out into the main room for Ellen to get started on. Because really, what better way was there to start a binge then with British chocolate?

[Ellen Banks]

Momentarily Ellen’s imagination briefly over taken by the ludicrous of Ellen’s father. One of the best prosecutors in the area (“One of?” Try THE best” Her fathers quite distinctive deep voice echoed in her head before falling silent once more. Her fathers voice had an annoying habit of pushing it’s way into her thoughts when she least expected him too) and the Cox’s famed defence team going head to head in the great trial of the century. Or at least the greatest trial involving human excrement a least in the area (Ellen knew for a fact that her father would like nothing better then to send Frank down for the death penalty. He hated mess at the best of time. He could only imagine how he would react if he found some left a little “Gift” for him on his desk The Electric chair would have been kinder really.

“Ha! I totally knew it! Can I call them or what? I can. The answer to that is yes.” Ellen cried in victory as Frank confirmed her suspicious that in every fast food establishment knew Frank door off my heart. Oh how she loved being right.

It was probably a good thing that Frank didn’t press Ellen for any more information about her family. The alcohol was having the adverse effect on her of making her more truthful that perhaps she would ever wish to be about her family and if Frank asked for more information Ellen would have no problem letting Frank in on her best kept secrets and wouldn’t that cause Ellen’s face to go red when she realizes what exactly she had told her, but thankfully Frank just fell silence (A rarity for Frank) and nodded along as if she understood exactly what Ellen was going through and sympathized with her. Who knew? Maybe she did, after all she herself was in line to inherit quite sizeable fortune so she might be expected to behave a certain way….clearly not as disciplined as Ellen’s family though.



Pumping her fist in the air in victory as reached the door and stumbled into the room collapsing onto her bed in a heap giggling as she did “I win! You’re such a slow coach” Ellen said weakly moving towards the edge of her bed and unsteadily sat with her feet crossed in front of her Indian style her bobbing just a little every now and again as she looked questionably at Frank as she went about her business. “20 mintues?” Ellen exclaimed in horror as if Frank just proclaimed that Ellen wouldn’t eat again. “But…But…That’s like 50 years from now! And I’m hungry nowwww…” But evidently Frank was way ahead of her as she opened up her secret stash and what a stash it was. It was like every candy imaginably were stored there. “Heeyyyyy…. Didn’t I tell you not to bring in food here or something? And indeed she had, after discovering to her horror that she was rooming with Frank Ellen was quick to drill into her seemingly a barrage of never ending rules in which she needed to follow if her and Ellen were going to be room mates. Chief among them was the lack of any food within the room. Ellen couldn’t abide food touching her personally effects making them so sticky and plus she fear that clearing the wrappers after Frank was a task that would take forever. So she took it upon herself to warm Frank in no under certain terms that all food should be eaten OUTSIDE the room. But after she examined the box and taken a few bites which caused her taste buds to more or less burst in sheer delight at this new taste sensation she was reconsidering the rule “Mhhhh….Oh my god. Where have you been all my life” Ellen muttered as she attacked the delicious chocolate with a vengeance “Ok. Forget that rule about food, you can bring in as much food as you want. Especially these chocolates. bring like…all of them, all of time

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Uh, you said not in your room," Frank pointed out, literally, "and this totally is just the common room and stuff. There's also, like, a whole bunch in my room, and some in the fridge," she pointed at the fridge which contained mostly Ellen's water bottles (how had she seriously not noticed the food in there? Frank didn't question this; it probably just got thrown out and regularly replaced. Frank did that without thinking any more: it's what happened when you went through food like a piranha through a meaty hunk of lamb).

"Thaaat," she said in a sing-song voice, pointing, "is English chocolate, which is, like, the best chocolate. They puff it up or something, I dunno. I just know that the stuff is like, amazeballs, and I get it shipped here by, like, the crate," she nodded. She got a lot of things shipped here by the crate, mostly dropped off in the kitchen, where they practically had a fridge dedicated to the "rich crazy girl who ate all the weird stuff."

"Soooo, should we, like, change out of our dresses?" asked Frank, picking hers up and letting it fall, "since, like, we don't wanna get stuff on them? I mean, I guess it doesn't reeeeeeaaaallly matter, since we could always buy more, but it just feels a little weird, y'know?" Frank tilted her head to the side and, while waiting for Ellen to decide, she dove and grabbed some of the candy for herself. Delicious, delicious candy, so much better than MREs (though Frank still had a very hefty stash of those tucked in her bedroom as well).

[Ellen Banks]

“Woah…Bravo. You found a loop hole” Ellen said lightly clapping her hands or at least trying considering the fact that her hand eye coordination  was just a little compromised by the booze bumbling nicely in her veins, it was a testament to how drunk she as that she didn’t even realize that she was in the common room. She didn’t spend quite as much time in the common room as much as every else clearly did. Especially on nights like she had tonight. Whenever she had a night like the one she had tonight she would just lumber into the common room and go instantly for her bed apon which she would instantly flop on falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. She wasn’t used to seeing the common room with her beer goggles “It is? Wow. I’m not used to seeing it at like three in the morning. Weird…”

“Whatever it is, I love it. I usually don’t like chocolate…Like at all but oh my god! My tastebuds have just died and went to heaven,” The closet Ellen ever had to tasting something like that why she went to france and she sampled some of specially made French desserts. Ellen wasn’t a big fan of chocolate (At least not before now) But she was quite a big fan of cream and she was very impressed with how the French served their cream based dessert. But Now? Now Ellen had a new favourite….

Ellen looked down at her beautiful silver dress, like she was looking down at her own beloved offspring and visually shuddered at the thought of her on so glorious silver dress being stained forever more with chocolate and pizza grease, that would be a crying shame. “Oh, no ,no no no. This dress is a work of art. I want to be buried in it. Besides…” Ellen said pausing to whine “It’s super tight…like I’ve had to hold my breath the entire time” Ellen said before her eyes lit up again in excitement “Oh yayy! That mean we should have a pyjama party too ourselves”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Special chocolate," repeated Frank, nodding, obviously filled to the brim with her super-secret knowledge of all things culinary and delicious. She reached for one of her own, not even bothering to open it normally, instead enjoying taking a giant bite out of it, enjoying the chocolate flavored wrapper for the first bite. she still pulled it down, getting ready for more.

She did look over at Ellen as the other talked about her dress, insisting that she keep it on. Frank nodded, "Okay, okay, okay!" agreed Frank, talking through the chocolate without losing a beat, a syllable, or the slightest hint of volume, "but if you, like, need me to, I dunno, unzip it for breathing or somethin' lemme know," she nodded and took another bite, tapping it against her mouth. "You do look pretty, but it seems kinda weird. But who cares, we look like princesses!" she giggled, rocking a moment before falling back, yellow frills floating up around her. She let it settle, sighing.

"This is so awesome. Why can't we just be like this all the time? You should so do this more often," Frank turned to look at Ellen, nodding sagaciously, definitely feeling the truth. And no, she didn't quite seem aware of the fact that she was hinting that Ellen should become a lush or something.

[Ellen Banks]

“Right, Right Special chocolate” Ellen corrected herself “Special…magical. Delicious chocolate” Ellen said going to grab another piece of chocolate practically salivating in the mouth at the thought of her new favorite food.

It was only then did her dopy smile slip a few notches when the full implications of taking off her dress hit her alcohol addled mind. It wasn’t the fact she was changing out of her prom dress in front of Frank, but what held her back is that she had purchase the dress due to how the dress nicely covered her neck. Or most notably the large protruding scar that ran across her neck and….even in the state she was in the thought of letting someone see her bare neck still scared “NO!” Ellen squeaked “ No no no no no no” Ellen said shaking her head frantically “No, I’m total fine unbuttoning myself and getting changed into my PJ’s…I’ll…I’ll just do it in my bed room because of…..stuff….” Ellen said touching her silvery fibre covering her neck

Ellen face twisted it an expression of surprise when Frank told Ellen that should act in this manner more often, as if that thought had never occurred to her “Frannkk” Ellen muttered “Are you crazy? I can’t get drunk and eat candy all day every day. Daddy would kill me. I’m already on thin ice as it is. If I did that Daddy would-“ Ellen leaned forward and drew her forefinger across her throat in a dramatic fashion “Erchhhhh! Dead in the water, besides I’m I not usually fun?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"So much special chocolate," agreed Frank, nodding. "Mental note: totes get some more chocolate smuggled in for Ellen next time." She nodded sagely, already locking away that information into the vault of Frank's mind. She could almost hear the lock being turned and the key tossed away. She was so focused that she nearly missed Ellen's smile slipping... nearly. But Frank did notice it, and she focused on her friend for a few moments, frowning, trying to figure out what exactly was going on there.

The other girl seemed really, really intent on not removing any garments of any kind. "It's cool: you don't gotta if you don't wanna. Not like we're gonna be having the secks or anything," Frank nodded, letting it go at that. She stopped as she saw Ellen's face contorting again, her head tilting.

"Suuuure you--well, okay, if your dad's, like, really into you acting a certain way, I guess that would make sense. My parents are totes hands off about that stuff, but I know people sometimes gotta do what their dads want, plus, like, you wouldn't want to be like this all the time anyway, 'cuz it's not really you. I mean, you're always cool and junk, but not like this," Frank nodded sagely, then reached to take another bite of chocolate. Something buzzed in her general butt area and she sprang up, turning to find that she'd sat on her phone at some point.

"The pizza's heeeeere," she sang out, before darting to the door, nearly tripping on her way to it. Soon she'd have the piping hot pies for them to devour like the prim, proper ladies they obviously were.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen was glad that Frank didn’t feel the need to question the fact that Ellen got a little bit jumpy about the idea of revealing her bare neck to her. Somehow Ellen didn’t think she would. That was one of the good things about Frank. She didn’t tend to question things that often she rolled with the punches. Hell, if Ellen spontaneously grew an extra head. She doubted very much that Frank would even blink an eye. Ellen was always curious about what made Frank…Well…Frank. Why she insisted on acting like a four year old all the time. She was fascinating to Ellen it was almost like she was studying some kind rare bird in the wild. She didn’t believe this was the way people acted did she? Did her parents think this was normal? Did they encourage this behaviour. Ellen knew that if she ever acted the same way Frank did. She would be locked in the basement before she ever drew a breath to continue rambling. Ellen had a theory that maybe her childhood wasn’t as pleasant as she claimed it was maybe should kind of unfortunate trauma befell her in her childhood causing her to regress into this supplement personality and has created a fantasy world with the expressed purpose of not acknowledging the truth.

When you’re a hypnotist you might it a put to know how the human mind defends itself. Maybe it might be an idea to have a little hypnotherapy session with Frank…

But for now Hypnosis was the farthest thing from Ellen’s mind even if it was she couldn’t act on it even if she wanted to in order for her power to work it would require focus, normally Ellen would have an abundance of but for obvious reasons not quite as focused now. “I ummmm….don’t think saying a note out loud is mental. Here watch” Ellen stopped talking for a few moment before continuing “That’s a mental note silly!”

Based on the evidence on display she could just tell that Frank’s parents and Ellen’s parent’s were on the opposite scale of things when it came to hold to handle children. Lord only knew what a meeting between the two sets of parents would bring. Most likely The Banks would be horrified if their offspring was anything to go by, it would be a miracle if her father didn’t stranger someone. “Trust me my father isn’t someone you want to upset. I can tell you stories..” Ellen said before blinking her eyes in brief surprise “…I don’t think I’ve ever been called cool before. Sure I’ve been called a slut, a bitch, Pure evil. But never cool. Thanks Frank! And you’re…You’re” Ellen stumbled to find the right words to describe her feelings towards Frank before punching Frank in the shoulder “Fun! Like so much fun!”

Ellen let out a little squeal of delight clapping her hands together in a fit of delight “Oh yayyyyy! You go deal with the guy and I’ll go change and then we can totally play truth and Dare. Oh and I NNNEED. To paint your nails.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"It is for me, because it's a note that I'm gonna remember mennnntaaaaallly," Frank dragged out the last word, putting a finger to the side of her head and twisting a little, as if bolting the knowledge into her mind. It actually worked that way sometimes, which was part of why Frank actually did what she did.

"Your dad does sound mega strict," she agreed though, nodding. "He'd probably get on with my parents though. They really do act like fancy pants rich people and stuff. They just sort of thing I'm eccentric and that my eccentricities," don't ask how Frank got that word one hundred percent right, but she didn't even slow as she said: "make me something of a marvel to behold. They sometimes like to display me and claim how eccentric I am. Buuut everyone likes me, so it all works out in the end."

Frank nodded, having sprung up for the pizza at some point during Ellen's thanking her. She was definitely fun; she knew this already, but hearing it from Ellen felt good. Soon she was bounding off to go handle the pizza guy. She grabbed some money from the tip jar she had near the door (all tens and twenties, the small bills, you know?) Soon she'd dropped a bill or two into the guy's lap and taken the pizzas with a wavy signature.

"Pizza time!' she called, tossing the pizzas a bit as she walked in, her head swiveling about as she tried to locate her BFFL.

[Ellen Banks]

If Ellen was thinking straight there would be no doubt that she would have questioned Franks definition of a mental note. In fact Ellen could spend an entire day trying to discover the logic in Frank Cox’s insane arguments (and Insane was the word to describe Frank Cox perfectly) If Ellen was sober and she was suicidal enough to try and explain the MANY reasons why they can never be friends (The reasons that would no doubt fill an entire book. Such was the many differences between Frank Cox’s and Ellen Banks) That would be one of the leading arguments. Ellen lives a life that is totally sensible and more then anything else grounded in logic. Her world is black and white and the reasons behind her every move is grounded in logic and reason, anything in her life needed to make sense. Anything that doesn’t she will try to chance that as quick as she possibly can. Compare that to Miss. Cox whose life seemed to be defined by randomness and impulse Ellen head would explode trying to decipher anything Frank did. Yet she wouldn’t be able to help herself from doing that. She would question her, and those questions would be lead to more questions and those questions would have nonsensical answers leading to more and more questions until Ellen begins to question the very concept of reality. Ellen was pretty sure that a friendship with Frank would end up with Ellen in a asylum. But Drunk? Ellen wasn’t question it if a pink elephant walked into the room.

Maybe she should just remain Drunk 24/7. Because clearly this friendship worked much better when Ellen was inebriated…

Ellen rolled her eyes at the comment about her father “Urgh…You have no idea, he just flips out of nothing. When I was a kid, all I had to do was make just a little mess or talk back just once” Ellen clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and jerked her thumb behind her shoulder “Off he drags me to the basement and lock me down there for awhile.” Ellen said nodding her head and shrugging her shoulder “As you can tell he’s VERY dramatic. Still at least I was never afraid of the day.” If Ellen had just a little bit of sobriety, right there she would have run out of the room and never speak to Frank again. She had just described something quite personal to her and she had literally never told anyone that aspect of her childhood and certainly never told anyone that, but in her state her voice was quite causal is if they were discussing the weather “but your parents sound awesome, even if they do sound a little weird, and I’m sure they just want to display you because they’re so proud of you, it’s what are parents like the ones we have tend to do. Like were prized piece of art on display” Ellen suddenly blinked clearly surprised “Wow, this might be because I’m sooooo drunk but I think we actually found some common ground. Weird.”

In Ellen’s life there was very rarely a moment where she would actually flail, but there was a first time for every thing as her hands and wrist seemed to go into over drive with excitement from the arrival of the pizza “Oh thank God, I swear I’m two secords away from staving to death totally” Ellen said as she quickly got up and grabbed the pizza from Frank’s hand and puts it down back in the centre of the floor before taking her seat again. “Goddd…you know what I like to do with Pizza? I just like to take a slice, fold it over and eat it like a sandwich, people give me weird looks when I do it hear but we did it all the time in New York.” Ellen said opening the box, mouth practically watering 

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"that sounds just awful!' said Frank, her eyes going wide. She happened to say this around a mouthful of food, but food never really slowed Frank's conversation down in the slightest. It might give a unique texture and flavor to the various words, but it never slurred them or demolished them to the point where Frank became unintelligible.... well, more unintelligible. It did sound like Ellen and Frank had something in common there, but c'mon, they were both daughters of super rich families. They probably had loads in common.

"Pfft, we've totes got common ground and junk. We're both pretty; we're both stupidly rich; and we've both got parents that preeeeettty much just had us because they wanted someone with the same last name to inherit the family fortune when they died. Though at least my parents have been a little cool about it. It's less torment and more 'what is this strange creature that keeps bouncing around?'" and yes, Frank did that in a near perfect New Englander accent that would actually match her parents perfectly. It was actually somewhat surprising that Frank hadn't picked up the same accent.

She continued scarfing away at pizza, clearly not caring where it went or what it landed on. "I've totally done that before!" said Frank, nodding. "It's usually better with those big slices and stuff, but yeah, I know what you mean. Plus, they totally showed a bunch of people eating pizza like that on that one Ninja Turtles movie. I've never actually been to New York though. At least," Frank wrinkled her nose, tilting her head to the side, "I don't think I have... my parents have taken me to a lot of places, but I sometimes wasn't allowed out of, like, the hotel or something.

[Ellen Banks]

This was quite a first for Ellen. Normally when the subject of Ellen’s father came up. She couldn’t be more complimentary of her father and why shouldn’t she? Her father was more or less Ellen’s role model. Even when she was a toddler she looked up at her father with total awe. His confidence, the way he carried himself. The way he got people to do whatever he wanted just through pure intimidation. You can see why all that appealed to Ellen, so she spend her life trying to copy his own approach and tactics to life. He taught everything Ellen knew about life and he instilled a great deal of pride and confidence in Ellen. Yet the one thing she could never seem to get was his approval, not that the thought of not getting it kept her up all night. But just once she wanted at least some form of praise from him. At least once. He didn’t need to outwardly say he was proud of her. Even though she would long to hear those words, but she just wanted SOME acknowledgement when she did something right: A pat on the shoulder or a kind word. Anything then him just focusing constantly on her mistakes. Even the smallest things seemed to set him in a rage, but maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe he was trying to toughen Ellen up. The adult world didn’t give you a pat on the back and he was just trying to teach Ellen that. That had to be it….Right?



“Oh, it isn’t bad at is it sounds. He does that…all the time, so it’s lost a little of the effect. You get used to dark. Sometimes I would actually look forward t it. Like my own personal private time to myself. Trust me he can do A lot worse….A lot” Ellen paused and shuddered momentary “Can we change the subject. I’ve always feel like he can telepathically hear every thing not very flattering I have to say towards him.



“Yeah I guess we do. That what I like about you Frank. You always seem to do have the positives in…well anything. How do you do that. I’ve always wondered, you much know the way you act isn’t exactly…well normal. Are you always like this?



While, Frank spoke. Ellen listened in with a dozy sense of intrigued, there appeared to be more to young miss Cox. Then met the eye. She was actually making process to understanding what made her tick. The way she always talked, it sounded like her life was perfect, but the way she talked that didn’t appear to be the case. “Parents are stupid sometimes aren’t they? If they just up and vanished, half our problems would go too. Remind me take you to New York some time, you’ll love it”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The subject had already been changed off Ellen's dad, so Frank didn't see a point in purposefully attempting to do so. Plus, she totally had a question to answer, and of course Frank answered without even pausing to think: "I dunno, life's just more fun if you look at it this way, y'know? Plus, like, how do some people just see negatives everywhere? Oh, but I'm, like, not quite always like this. I sometimes have these wicked crashes where I'm all zombified and junk. I usually stop them though: that's why I'm always eating."

Though even when deprived of food, Frank could pull on her reserves of energy. The lows were just difficult to push through. She'd managed easily enough when she'd been kidnapped though, and if she could manage it then, she could manage it any time.

The conversation moved back to parents and all, which had Frank giggling yet again. "They so are. But I think my parents care about me, at least a little. They check in sometimes. Not as often as the butler, but eh," she shrugged. "Oh, and I will totally go to New York with you! There are all those Broadway shows and junk too! I so want to see one! Preferably one with all the costumes and junk! Okay, I've, like, seen them before, obviously, but I wanna see one again! It will be so awesome! So. Awesome!"

And Frank got so wrapped up in the future idea of awesome that she let out a squeal that appeared to more or less lock up her entire body.