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Gina in Orange
Dark side of the Moonagerie
- Joined
- Apr 8, 2013
- Location
- U.S.
The practice field was halfway to becoming a swamp on the day of tryouts. A day and a half of rain left the grass turf sopping wet with standing water in some places. The conditions were far from ideal for students trying to show off what they could do, but this was what they signed up for. You make the team in the present conditions, or you don't make it at all. More than a few prospects seemed frustrated about that. One of which vocalized his annoyance while getting back on his feet after a pretty gnarly slip and fall. He had short platinum blonde hair and a pug nose that helped to highlight his flaring nostrils. All of him was wet, but the right side of his body was positively drenched.
"This is such bullshit. There's no way we'd play in these conditions. You can't even see the lines!" He caught sight of a soccer ball bee-lining towards the side of his head just in time to lean back out of the way. Unfortunately, he lost his balance in that maneuver and took another spill on the soupy turf. The other half of his body was now equally as soaked, and bits of grass clung on his face. The blonde and those around him turned to the source of the kicked ball.
Lance Kastner stood there, looking both annoyed and impassive at the same time. His coal black hair glistened with bits of moisture in it. Across his firm chest and solid shoulders, he wore a gray tank top that was notably not the approved practice attire. He'd been overseeing a dribbling drill for some of the tryouts. With a sharp blow of the whistle in his mouth, he stopped the drill, then said to the complainer.
"Quit your whining and stand up. And get the ball."
Any will to raise a fuss quickly drained out of the kid. Lance was a senior and a regular on the team. He also carried a reputation that no freshman or sophomore trying to make the varsity club was likely to challenge, not unless they thought a bruised rib and a loose tooth was a good price to pay for it.
Lance blew two more sharp whistles to have the drill resume. A smile creeped up the corner of his rose lips as he noticed the student trudging off to fetch the ball. 'Not a bad dodge,' he admitted to himself. The stunt was less about the kid mouthing off than the fact that Lance was bored. Practice was generally low on his priorities - watching others practice doubly so. He did not especially care that the team had roster spots to fill with the departure of last year's seniors, nor did he want to play coach for them in this kind of weather. A day like this was better spent in the weight room or off school campus entirely. When the ball arrived back at his feet, Lance made like he was going to kick it again, causing the kid to flinch. He chuckled to himself.
@Bellini
"This is such bullshit. There's no way we'd play in these conditions. You can't even see the lines!" He caught sight of a soccer ball bee-lining towards the side of his head just in time to lean back out of the way. Unfortunately, he lost his balance in that maneuver and took another spill on the soupy turf. The other half of his body was now equally as soaked, and bits of grass clung on his face. The blonde and those around him turned to the source of the kicked ball.
Lance Kastner stood there, looking both annoyed and impassive at the same time. His coal black hair glistened with bits of moisture in it. Across his firm chest and solid shoulders, he wore a gray tank top that was notably not the approved practice attire. He'd been overseeing a dribbling drill for some of the tryouts. With a sharp blow of the whistle in his mouth, he stopped the drill, then said to the complainer.
"Quit your whining and stand up. And get the ball."
Any will to raise a fuss quickly drained out of the kid. Lance was a senior and a regular on the team. He also carried a reputation that no freshman or sophomore trying to make the varsity club was likely to challenge, not unless they thought a bruised rib and a loose tooth was a good price to pay for it.
Lance blew two more sharp whistles to have the drill resume. A smile creeped up the corner of his rose lips as he noticed the student trudging off to fetch the ball. 'Not a bad dodge,' he admitted to himself. The stunt was less about the kid mouthing off than the fact that Lance was bored. Practice was generally low on his priorities - watching others practice doubly so. He did not especially care that the team had roster spots to fill with the departure of last year's seniors, nor did he want to play coach for them in this kind of weather. A day like this was better spent in the weight room or off school campus entirely. When the ball arrived back at his feet, Lance made like he was going to kick it again, causing the kid to flinch. He chuckled to himself.
@Bellini