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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Sept 21, 2006 14:25:53 GMT -8
((OOC: This is to get this board up and running! Anyone that joins this will gain 5 XP.))
Bastion walked out onto the corrently empty field alongside #259. He sighed as he looked at the barren field with nothing more than a few downtrodden soccer goals on either side of the large field. He set down his bag of items and got to work.
After a few hours, Bastion stepped off of the field and smiled as he looked at the completed soccer field. It was a sight to behold. Bastion had worked for awhile to get the field mowed, to set up boundaries, fix the few kinks in the goals, and to set up benches. His Qi abilities had helped, but it still took awhile. Now to get to recruiting.
Bastion walked back into the school, a few loose papers in his hands. He began to post them at certain points throughout the school; the bathrooms, the cafeteria, the courtyard doors, and in every hallway. That took more time, but Bastion had planned ahead and done all of this on Saturday. He was a teacher after all, and had a key to a door of the school.
Come Monday after school, Bastion could be seen on the newly made soccer field waiting on a bench with a bag of soccer balls and a clipboard. He had ditched his normal white suit for a pair of grey sweatpants and a white polo. Around his neck was a silver whistle, which he probably planned to use profusely. He was waiting for any student that saw his posters.
Why soccer? Why the Biology teacher? Well it was rather simple. Bastion was English, and as a European, it was natural that he would head up the sport of his country. That he was a bit of a soccer hooligan. And plus it would be a bit of an advantage to have the A&P teacher there, since he would best be able to determine injuries and such.
Well... Bastion was a bit bored... but he was also impatient.
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Post by chihiro on Sept 21, 2006 14:37:07 GMT -8
Stepping out onto the field, dark brown eyes of one Chihiro Amuri glanced about the newly made soccer field. How did she know it was newly made? Simply because it hadn't been there before. She had caught sight of the flyers Monday morning, and decided, hey, what did she have to lose? She could use a little more exercise anyway.
The freshman girl was dressed in a pink beater and black shorts, her long socks, shin pads, and cleats finishing off the hot look. Her long black hair was pulled back in a single ponytail that rested at the small of her back, and she had a (you guessed it, black and pink) sports bag over her shoulder. This was not like the miniskirt wearing or the party harty Chi everyone was used to but hey, she was a complex person, and could do as she chose.
Approaching the Biology teacher (was he the coach?), the dark haired girl stopped, letting her sportsbag fall from her shoulder to the ground as she glanced about again.
"I suppose I'm the first one here?"
...Alright, to make all things fair, there was something wrong with Chihiro being here. And that something wrong was on her right arm. A cast. Her arm was still broken, but the glorious thing about soccer was that most of the action was used in the athlete's legs, not their hands. Problem solved, or at least if the coach deemed it so. And anyway they probably wouldn't be playing in a game for at least a few weeks, there was so much training they had to go through. In a few weeks Chi's cast would be long gone, so it all works out, right?
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Sept 21, 2006 21:05:50 GMT -8
"Bloody hell?" Atticus' voice rung out from the far side of the field. He was a bit TOO verbal at times. "Where's the rest of the football team?" If there was one thing that was fun to do, it was to talk in British slang. Bubbles and squeak, toad in the hole, boots and bonnets, it was all just too fun. Dropping his normal day backpack, Atticus stepped out into the fields with a look of satisfaction. Though he would normally just wear his street clothes for most things, football was a different deal. Had to be limber, had to be quick, had to have proper support. It was all a part of playing the world's most popular sport. So he wore some breathable shorts, about knee length and black, as well as a green and yellow soccer jersey and black fingerless gloves. Of course, he had put on an old pair of cleats, but he'd have to get new ones if he made the team.
The last time he had played was in the junior high team. He was a bench warmer though becuase he was prone to periods of absence. That wouldn't be happening this time around. Atticus just had to hope he hadn't gotten too rusty. That... And hope he could get on the team. Also, was it boys only or co-ed? Come to think of it, he'd probably have to read up on the rules for school league participation. They probably weren't too far removed from the rules he had to abide by. Sports physical, no drug policy, approval from the teachers each week in order to play, that kind of stuff.
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Sept 22, 2006 19:06:01 GMT -8
Bastion looked about when he heard the first person arrive, and turned to face her. He was about to respond to her, but noticed the boy behind her as he approached, and heard the things he said in British terms. If was one thing that annoyed him, it was the assholes that decided to pick on his origin... But Bastion had an idea.
Using a quick burst of his Qi, Bastion reached ou to grab a ball that had rolled from the bag, and used his Qi to hurl at the boy, not too hard, but hard enough. The only other thing was that it was aimed straight at his face. That would mar his already ulgy visage.
As the boy caught the ball, Bastion called out to him.
"Nice catch, you bar steward. Howeveah, I seem to doubt that you have never had balls come at your face before. I swear you look like the kind of guy who does enjoy him some back scuttle. The purple streaks give it away. However, if you do want to join this team, I suggest you don't bat for the other team. It wouldn't go over too well unless you find yourself in the comapany of all lasses, being bent as a bottle of chips and all."
Wow... the boy wanted to use British terminology, and he got it... rather harshly too...
"And guess what, I have officially made you the goalie due to your ball catching skills. I just hope you don't get a pair of batty riders... that just wouldn't look nice. So, I'll put Batty Boy down as my goalie... unless I find soemone more of a brown hattah than you are."
Oh, and just one thing Bastion forgot to put on the flyers. "DON'T PISS OF THE COACH". Looks like th boy became a goalie due to his insolence.
Bastion looked back over to the young lady who had approached him before, and finally responded to her.
"You were, and now I'll just allow you to pick out the position you'd like to try out for. I'll test out your skills in that position then, and reposition you if I think you'll do bettah in another place. So what would you like?"
See! This is what he is supposed to be like. Nice and agreeable with, as long as you didn't piss him off! It's so simple...
((OOC: Atticus, sorry for taking slight control, and making you goalie, but I had to do that. For now, you can stay there until someone else wants to be goalie. But if you don't want to be real badly, just say so.))
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Sept 22, 2006 22:04:03 GMT -8
"Well... A little aggro are we? I'd swear from all your talk about buggering, that you yourself were banging some arse in your spare time. Your mood sems rather beastly right now, and I wouldn't want to make you bite your arm off here. But as much as I might seem to enjoy a good bender, your view of me is quite blinkered. Now if you're quite done getting your knickers in a bunch, can we get on with it?" Atticus rolled his eyes, annoyed at the irritability of just about anyone. What ever happened to freedom of speech and the god-given right to pursue happiness. Oh that's right, those were some of the things America kicked England square in the pants to earn.
"Are ya sure you want a chap like me keeping your goal all nice and tidy? It's not exactly bullocks, but it is an important area. I would be your last line of defense against all those strikers..." Atticus shook his head at the guy who was supposed to be their coach. Within seconds, he had pissed off the coach without even trying. No condescending tone to his speech or insult to the guy, and yet he got way too pissed off over nothing. At first, he thought it'd be the right thing to do to call the game football. The guy was hyper sensitive, that was for sure.
Giving up on ever being friends with any of the uptight, super-strict, twig up the ass guys at the school, he simply couldn't stand everyone's damn attitudes. It had to be all the testosterone, all the guys beating the shit out of each other on a daily basis. Downright annoying. Letting the ball drop once on the ground, and giving it a sound kick on it's upward bounce, Atticus sent the ball right back at the coach's face. Yeah, he knew the guy could handle a ball comign at him, so the kick wasn't hostile. Just a little bit of equivalent exchange for the throw.
He did know one thing though; Teacher had a little trick that Atticus was going to 'borrow' someday.
((As for goalie, no probs with me.))
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Post by chihiro on Sept 23, 2006 6:41:41 GMT -8
Chi blinked as a second player entered the field, it took her a moment to recognize him in the different light, but it was Atticus! She glanced down at her cast where he had drawn that design on it, she'd gone over it with black, pink, and green permanent marker once she'd gotten home that night. It was pretty sweet looking, and gave the drawing some depth. The girl grinned, opening her mouth to offer a greeting before all hell seemed to break loose between him and the coach.
Blink, blink..she simply stared passively at them as they exchanged threats in british slang. Chihiro wasn't familiar with the dialect, and didn't understand much of what they were saying save for a few things. She found herself zoning out for the most of it, only being brought back to attention when the coach began assigning positions. Atticus was apparently the goalie, better than her because goalies had to stop things with their arms. ...Yeah, and Chi couldn't do that.
She glanced from Atticus to the coach as he aske dher what position she wanted, the dark haired girl simply shrugged in response.
"I'll take anything on the offense, if I can."
Chi was a better offensive player than a defense, but she would take any position he gave her, as long as she could get a bite of the action. She wasn't very good when it came to idle playing. Waiting, standing, watching, it just wasn't her thing.
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Sept 27, 2006 19:17:46 GMT -8
As Bastion watched the ball fly towards him, he stretched out and foucesed his Qi on the ball, throwing it upwards and having it stop above his hand, then gingerly lowering into his hand. Bastion then cupped the ball in one hand slammed it into his other hand, nearly bursting the ball. The ball obviously bowed out with the added pressure, but Bastion relaxed on the ball. He just wanted to let the boy know that if he wasn't careful, the ball might be replaced with his head. But for now, he would continue with the "witty banter".
"Oh... great comebacks. Real original... you dumbass chav. But I will say one thing about you chuffer... your kick is as sissy as a wee girls. I hope your cob is better. Besides, if you drop the bollock during a game... You will find yourself in a rather unpleasant position. And if you come it again with me, you'll find find yourself there sooner."
Bastion turned from the boy and approached the young lady, his expression becoming nicer. He looked at her, looked at her legs, and then straight in her eyes. He opened his mouth.
"Well miss, I do believe that you'll do just fine in the midfield for now. If you would like the striker position, then I need to see how quickly you can dash from one end of the field to the other. However, you will have to rag it to get that position. After that, you'll need to prove your accuracy with and without a keeper at the goal. Batty boy would love to defend for that."
Bastion didn't care who had what at that point, as long as they played that position well. He was hoping to see more people come in soon though. He'd hate to work with only half a team...
((OOC: Most of the other positions will most likely be filled by NPC's.))
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Sept 28, 2006 0:23:39 GMT -8
The grass laid flat in the long line where she had ran, her feet moving faster than assumed possible by her brain. Oh, how could she be late for her first class with the Soccer team?! She had already gotten dressed and were heading off towards the field of strife with the leatherball. Her dark-orange shirt and dark-green shorts were no real match fashion-wise really, though it was the first she found in her sportsbag. The white sneakers were tied tightly, or atleast the left one were, and the right one slowly unwrapped and allowed the two thick strings to wriggle freely around. She could now see out on the field, 3 people had gathered, were she not too late afterall?
"Oi! Hiii!" she yelled as suddenly the shoelace decided to be thread on by the other foot, allowing her to fall forward, landing chestdown on the ground a few from the group. >> Great << She thought as she slowly lifted herself to her knees and smirked vaguely in a "I meant to do that"-smile. She quickly dusted herself off the best she could with her hands and just knew that she -had- to had looked stupid there. She moved the last few to the group, this time walking.
"Hi," she started, "I'm Mika" she said with a confident smile.
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Post by chihiro on Sept 28, 2006 6:53:19 GMT -8
The freshman girl grinned at the coach with a nod when he mentioned she should try for a striker position. She thought momentarily of her arm when he said that she would have to work hard to get it, would her cast hold her back? Most likey not, she wasn't using her arms afterall, only her legs. She bounced back and forth from one foot to the other a few times, to keep her leg muscles from tensing from just standing there.
Chi looked up as another person entered the field, good, more players! She blinked, however, as she noticed the girls purple hair and eyes. It was pretty cool, even though she knew that those violet eyes were unnatural. Realizing something, she glanced from the new girl to Atticus and back, they both had purple hair, though Atticus just had streaks. Que coincidencia...oh well. She liked her hair well enough that she didn't feel the need to dye it. It was really hard to dye naturally black hair anyway. The freshman smiled at the newcomer, Mika, her name was. Very nice, it reminded her of that one mineral in rocks, shiny, nice.
"Hi Mika, I'm Chi."
((ooc: Ayaahh, runoff from spanish class. xD))
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Sept 28, 2006 8:33:29 GMT -8
She narrowed her eyes and smiled with them as she were introduced to the girl there, she looked as young as Mika self, though she -were- younger. She carefully and hiden ran a finder over her ring to carefully make it sparkle, her thumb tabbing the stone on the ring softly. She smiled sheepishly as she corrected her short and shirt, trying to appear stylish and in place.
Her right foot lifted to perform circular movements on the lawn, the tip of the foot tickling the grassy layer. Her smile seemingly more sheepish than ever.
"Heya there!" she added once more for greeting, as she also nodded around in greeting to the rest of the group. She landed a hand in her hair and caressed it roughly with spread fingers, messing up her own hair.
"Ready to play ball!" she added, grinning wickedly but happily.
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Sept 28, 2006 10:40:51 GMT -8
Atticus turned his back on the teacher-slash-coach, rolling his eyes over how uptight the guy was. Every teacher he had met was a control freak, and this guy just had to conform in that respect. It was annoying to say the least. Besides, he had a position to play. Sure, there wasn't much play there, if the defense did their jobs right. Heck, he'd probably, no certainly, get more opportunity to actually do something during practice than he would in a game.
"I swear you teachers are all alike, all conflict with the guys, and then sweet to the gals and geeks. It'd be easy enough to be the nice guy, just actually try to look like I'm paying attention, say nothing unless asked, and respect people who don't deserve it. But damn if that isn't the most boring thing I could think of..." Atticus muttered to himself, finally moseying on over to the goal. From now on, he was stuck here, protecting some netting and a steel frame. Important, but boring. You'd think with such an offensive personality, he'd be somewhere he could slide tackle people.
Since he was no so far away from the rest of the team, all three of them. Wait, three? As Atticus was going to the ground to stretch, he noticed another girl had joined the practice. Righteous. Considering the alternatives, a team of girls, and him, wouldn't be bad at all. There wouldn't be much in the way of aggressive male tendencies getting in the way of teamwork. The only male conflict would be Atticus vs. Williams. But unfortunately, he was too far away to hear her name. Kind of a shame, it was nice to have someone else around who thought the color purple looked good in the hair.
Atticus then got back to his stretching, after trying to get the download on the new girl. But that would come soon enough anyway. Bastion was probably going to drill Atticus until his brains sunk into his feet. Authority was a bitch. If only Bastion knew that Atticus had saved the school during the evaluations with a simple announcement. Uptight, overconfident, control-freak assholes, gotta hate 'em.
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Sept 28, 2006 15:59:47 GMT -8
Bastion listened to boy as he had turned from him, and put his hands behind his back, trying to NOT use his Qi to crush the boy like an insect. As the boy walked off, Bastion was about to grab him and pull him back to reprimand him, but had his attention taken to him by the new girl that just approached. Well, at least they were getting more people.
Bastion calmed himself as much as he could and stood to walk over to the young girl. As he approached her and the other girl he greeted the new girl.
"Greetings, Mika. I am the coach here, Bastion Williams. I would ask you what position you would like to play, but I have another matter to attend to. i will be back shortly, I have to instruct our keeper in the proper way..."
Bastion turned away from the girls and walked over to the goal, stopping at the goalie box he had drawn earlier. He then closed his eyes, exhaled, and suddenly reached out for Atticus with his Qi, clutching him with one hand around the chest, and pinning his arms to his chest. With his other hand, Bastion grabbed the boy by the throat, slightly putting pressure on the young man's trachea. He then pulled the boy sharply towards him, stopping the insolent brat before the two collided.
"Listen, whelp. I did not immediately judge you because you stood out, or even because of how you looked. It was because just as you showed up, you decided to act British... A bad decision. Those that aren't British shouldn't act it, or even use the language. I thought you might get drift after being verbally assaulted by me, but you didn't seem to get the hint. So now I'll spell it out for you. You disrespected me first, and consequently lost my respect. My nationality is my pride and joy, and I WILL NOT have it mocked by an American Joey... Those girls respected me from the start, and I gave them the same. You did not, so I do not."
Bastion dropped the young boy on the ground and crouched to pick up a blade of grass. He then stood back up as the young boy got to a knee. He looked at the boy with eyes filled with rage...
"This is a blade of grass..." Bastion pointed to a nearby sapling. "That is a sapling oak. It may be young, but still strong." Bastion the quick flicked his wrist and extended his hand, using his Qi to accelerate the blade of grass. The blade began to spin and hit the tree soon after, right above the roots. The tree fell over, a clean cut where the grass blade had cut it. Bastion used his Qi to grab the sapling and shoved it back into the ground, attempting to still save the tree. He then looked back at the boy.
"I know your type. They won't listen to those that have authority over them unless it is shown, or it is actually given to them. That is the ultimate idiocy. So, I will make you a final ultimatum. Call it what you will, but know this. I don't care even if you 'saved the school' with that little announcement. You stopped the insignificant pests. Those that were causing everything were not taken care of by you... In fact, it was those that tried to talk them out of it, or were taken care of by the teachers. YOU... DID... NOTHING. So don't think you deserve anything... you won't get it. Now train for your position or you'll end up like tree... with your legs planted in the ground without your feet attached."
Bastion watched the boy rise and quickly hit him with a flat palmed Qi attack, shoving him backwards to the goal. Bastion put enough force it in to force the boy backwards enough so that he would stop at the goal's mouth... if he stayed upright.
Bastion sighed heavily and turned and walked back over to the women. He reached them soon after, straightened his glasses, threw back his hair, letting it fall back into place, and spoke to the new girl again.
"Sorry about that... Now what position was it that you wanted?"
EDIT: Added a point that led to a discrepancy
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Post by Atticus Wagner on Sept 28, 2006 22:45:41 GMT -8
As the teacher came in, Atticus knew exactly what was coming. Corporal punishment. Just as he had been muttering, he was no different from every other teacher. Believing power and strength was equal to authority. He was no better than every figure of authority he had ever despised. As the arm came in for the grab around the chest, Atticus bent backwards slightly, and pivoted on his heel to spin to the outside of the arm. While the arm came in for the neck, he user his right wrist to push against and divert the hand harmlessly to the side. The teacher had probably conditioned his nerves enough to avoid flinching when Atticus' wristbones met with his. With that arm motion, he pushed himself away, maintaining a safe reactionary distance from both his physical strikes and his chi strikes. Bastion was too open with his power. It's ability was already deciphered and noted. Atticus could develop the technique in his own spare time now in a matter of maybe a year. He hadn't fully grasped how Qi worked yet, but he knew that once he did, he'd have quite some power at his disposal.
"You want me to speak my English? Here goes; You're a dumb-sh*t m*th*r-f*ck*r that couldn't f*ck*ng get 'it' in if there was a g*dd*mn*d neon sign pointing the way to the b*tch*s p*ssy. Oh, and last night, I had your b*tch-*ss mother bent over the m*th*r f*ck*ng dining room table as I tore her c*nt a new hole!" Atticus spat, both pissed at his oppressor and disgusted at what he just said. Not because it was all a bunch of foul language, but becasue of the absolute vulgarity and crudenss of the words. "Want to know why I spoke Brit? It's a hell of a lot better than that trash, alright? I'd rather not hear f*ck this and f*ck that every two damn seconds. I spoke Brit because it's fun, not becasue I'm trying to make fun of your culture! After all, we Americans came from YOU GUYS! I didn't even know you were British at first! My last coach was Venezualian, and I still talked in Brit! So get that stick out of your ass and relax already!" Atticus was just barely on the verge of rushing the teacher, regardless of consequences. But there was only one thing that kept him from doing so, opportunity. Attacking the teacher would only waste the opportunity he had to teach the guy a lesson.
"You think you have authority, but all you have is the right to attack people. All you have is the right to say you're better, just because you're stronger of body than the rest of us. That's no basis for gaining respect. I don't need any respect personally, it'd be nice to have, but I don't have a use for it. But if all you're going to do is beat people down and demand respect, all you'll get is resent and fear. That's NOT respect. Obression is not true authority. America is no dictatorship, not even the schools. We're a democracy, as in we all make a difference, not just the strongest. And in a way, we're a meritocracy, we choose who we are led by, because we believe they can do the job. You've shown me no reason to think that you have any merit as a coach what so ever. So it's your choice whether you chose to get respect, or simply be hated. Until you're ready to show me that you've made the right choice, I'll be on the sidelines." The tone in Atticus' voice trhoughout the speech wasn't just unguided rage, it was righteous fury. In his own mind, he thought that he had the right idea. Ideas were easy to change, easy to prove wrong. They weren't beliefs, which Atticus avoided. But the teacher believed that he was the god of his own little self-created universe, and that belief wouldn't be swayed so easily as an idea. That's why people fought wars over religion. They absolutely shut out everything that wasn't to their belief.
Of course, Atticus thought that he was no different. He fought so hard to be himself, becuase that was one of the few things he believed in. Walking over to the benches, he knew that Bastion might try something violent. If he did, all he'd prove was that he hadn't learned a thing.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Sept 29, 2006 0:30:02 GMT -8
Mika heard his question, of course she did, though she were as stunned as a lamb that would have seen the machine that would lead her to the slaughter one day. Her eyes looked terrified at the scene unfolding, not even on her fights in #552 she had seen such roughness and dominance.
"Ehh-uhh.. I..." she mentioned, falling a step backwards to feel more safe. Her eyes blinked once, then again, mouth seemed to wish to say something, but it didn't. Her lips dried out from the draft on her slightly opened gap in her face, seemingly surprised of the mentatilty just displayed.
"I don't know.." she continued, completely forgetting of her awarding performance as an attacking midfielder on the #552 star-team, and her head shook fast to aquire the information back. "Wait, i'm usually best as Attacking-Midfield," she informed, "maybe even Left Wing."
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Post by chihiro on Sept 29, 2006 15:41:36 GMT -8
Chi stared in amazement at the scene unfolding before her between Atticus and the coach, mouth slightly agape. If it wasn't the blatant punishment actions by Coach Williams, it was the flood of trash that spouted from Atticus' mouth. True, Chi was no virgin when it came to swearing, but there that didn't mean that the stream of obscenities didn't catch her for a step.
She glanced over at Mika, noticing she had taken a step back from the situation. That wasn't a bad idea, though Chi hoped their needless power struggle would stop soon so they could actually play some soccer. That's what they were here for, anyway.
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