Ethel got up after a few minutes of self-loathing, brushing off the dirt off of her bare knees. She then realized something. If she was bent over like that, couldn't some people have...? No, they couldn't. Her skirt's not that short. Still, it caused the girl's cheeks to become a little more red than usual... Aside from that, though, Ethel seemed to have regained her stoic attitude. The tempter tantrum she nearly threw earlier seemed to have passed. The bluenette scanned her surroundings again, but didn't get enough time before the door flew off of it's freakin' hinges! Ethel let out a little yelp and jumped back, her face twisting into genuine fear when Transformer stormed through. The rather... Muscular man was intimidating to say the least of it. Realizing how stupid she must've looked doing that, the teenager tried her best to save face and not look like she was about to book it for the nearest exit.
Ethel was called over to recieve her three cards shortly after the winners' round and walked over casually. She tried her best to have a steady gaze that could kill a man with a glance, but against Transformer? The moment she made eyecontact the girl felt her face muscles twitch, and needed to break away from it. When she arrived three cards were handed to her... None of which were of any use, on closer examination. That... That hurt. They seemed to support other deck types, none of her own cards could benefit. The bluenette was about to give up right as Floyd started swaggering over, looking like the smuggest person this side of the galaxy... At least, in Ehtel's eyes. In reality they were just walking like any other person, but Ethel still took offense. Once the brat boy arrived, Ethel sneered at him. "What, come to rub your victory in my face? I bet you looked up my skirt while I wasn't looking as well, pervert." She turned her back to him, actually... pouting? That was a rare sight...
Ethel was called over to recieve her three cards shortly after the winners' round and walked over casually. She tried her best to have a steady gaze that could kill a man with a glance, but against Transformer? The moment she made eyecontact the girl felt her face muscles twitch, and needed to break away from it. When she arrived three cards were handed to her... None of which were of any use, on closer examination. That... That hurt. They seemed to support other deck types, none of her own cards could benefit. The bluenette was about to give up right as Floyd started swaggering over, looking like the smuggest person this side of the galaxy... At least, in Ehtel's eyes. In reality they were just walking like any other person, but Ethel still took offense. Once the brat boy arrived, Ethel sneered at him. "What, come to rub your victory in my face? I bet you looked up my skirt while I wasn't looking as well, pervert." She turned her back to him, actually... pouting? That was a rare sight...