Soccer Team

[Bastion R. Williams]

That boy was starting to get on Bastion's last nerve... If bastion hadn't already exerted himself so much, and if he wasn't afraid to tear up his field, he would show the boy who had a "stick in his ass" quite literally... and it wouldn't be Bastion. However, Bastion exhaled greatly, with a slight aura of Qi able to be seen from his mouth.

He then looked back to the young lady that had just come and smiled at her, seeming as if he never heard the foul mouth boy that didn't seem to care to listen to any sort of logic...

"Well then miss, You'll be on the left side in the mid-field. I'll go ahead and have you practice kicking from different distances. First, kick at our goalie, Batty Boy there, and see if you score from the goalie line where I was at before. That will also test his blocking abilities... Then I want him to return it to you however he feels like, but he should try to mix it up from time to time. I want you to down it however you feel like, heading, chesting if possible, or even by letting it drop right in front of you. Then I want you to run a short distance back and shoot again. You two will do that for a bit, until I can get this other young lady in."

Bastion then turned to look at the first girl that had come, notcing her concerned and slightly annoyed look.

"Sorry about that, miss. Now if you would like, you can try out for the striker position. However, if you don't care to, just tell me and I will put you into their practicing."

[Mika Shimokawa]

"Yes sir, good choice." she exerted with a nod and walked over to the disgruntled goalkeeper wondering if the teacher might have noticed her from .

"Are you alright..?" she asked half nervously, tilting her head slightly to look at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness as always. The long white headband her her hair away from her eyes, to ensure no problems in flexibility on the field. Even though usually jewelery would be diallowed on the field, she still wore her ring with proudness and would never remove it, ever.

[Atticus Wagner]

Atticus had noticed a trend in the people around 259. The guys were all over-sensitive jerks, and the girls were way too sweet. He would be celebrating the day that a girl who loved nothing more than to kick some ass came along to make life fun. but no... They were all happy-faced girly-girls. Sure, some of them would probably be offended and actually fight, but none of them really were... Tough... in his opinion.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Damn coach is just way too uptight, I swear. Corporal punishment really did nothing to improve the relationship between teachers and students. At least the males from what I see..." He layed back against the bench, kicking back without any real care in the world. He looked rather calm for someone who was bound to get a beating from some teacher at any given moment. There was jsut something about him that pissed people off.

[chihiro]

Chi nodded in agreement to the coach's idea, as she couldn't really think of another response.

"Um, alright, sounds good."

Chocolate eyes glanced from the purple haired girl to Atticus, who seemed to be lounging..? He was acting pretty cocky for someone who was on the verge of getting his face pounded into the ground by the Mister Williams fellow, perhaps he should be a little more careful. But oh well, that was his choice.

[Bastion R. Williams]

((OOC: God, I've been gone too long... Uh yeah, everyone here gets 5 exp! Good going, and I'll start another one soon, I promise.))

Bastion looked around... so much for a bustling first day. He decided that this would be okay for right now... he'd have to try harder next time... perhaps do some off the clock recruiting.

A sharp whistle blast sounded the end of the practice.

"Okay everyone! Good job and such, evern though we didn't do much... everyone go home and get some sleep. I will give you all till next practice to decided if you want to switch or not. Give it some thought and practice a bit. You may go now."

Bastion walked over to the bag of soccer balls he had and picked it up, swinging it over his shoulder in the same smooth movement. He then picked up a water bottle he had brought as well and opened it, ready to take a swig from it. Then something suddenly caught his eye.. the sapling he had replanted earlier. He walked over with his water bottle and poured the water directly onto the area that would have been the roots, hoping the tree would flourish even though it had lost a maor part of it...