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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jun 8, 2012 2:26:07 GMT -6
OOC: Going with the list as it stands in the sign up thread. If you would like to try out and have not signed up to do so yet, please PM me and let me know. The more the merrier.
Football
- Cael Seran - Safety (Strong) or Linebacker
- Michael Cypren - Water Boy
- Guy Nottingham - Quarterback
Today, well given the circumstances, Kazumi was dressed a bit differently than usual. Instead of jeans and a baggy jacket, she was wearing a pair of small black running shorts, and a pink shirt complete with hood. Not that it did much to hide her, but it at least kept her face partially hidden. Those silky, dark strands of hair spilling out from under the hood and down her chest, a whistle draped about her neck.
She wasn't sure why she had to play the part of coach here, but she wasn't exactly complaining either. Anything to keep her mind off of all the other shit she had going on at home, in her head, and well....yeah....other things that bared no mentioning at this time. It was a much needed distraction, and though she didn't like people being able to see the scars on her arms and legs, however few there were, she just figured she could suck it up and pretend that they were not there.
Sitting in the center of the field, she waited, her hands gripping the clipboard which carried the basic rules and requirements for those trying out, as well as the waivers they would have to sign before they could join and the list of those who had signed up for tryouts. From what she could tell, there was a healthy number of boys ready to participate, a few of the names familiar, some of them not so much.
Her thumb lightly tapping along the side of the clipboard as her other hand came up and pushed her shades back up onto her nose. The final bell had rung about twenty minutes ago, and she had told them all to be here no later than forty five minutes after....so they still had a bit of time, though she was hoping they would show up early, if for no other reason than she wanted to get this over with.
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Jun 21, 2012 0:12:31 GMT -6
Guy had to lay low right? So why was he out here on the playing field? It was something he liked to call hiding in plain sight. And it just so happened that these try-outs were just a playful endeavor, something that didn't exactly remedy his position but only gave him standing with several other students. Shaking his head the boy would settle into the make-shift football gear finding it to be rather lacking in protectability but what was one to expect from hand-me-downs for try-outs.
Jogging out onto the field he held the helmet dangling between the fingers of his left hand offering his right out to the girl sitting on the floor. He didn't know who she was but he was going off on a limb here that she was the Varsity Captain. Not too tough looking but then again the last girl he said that to kicked his ass up and down a field of this sort.
"Aye, you must be the Varsity Captain, I'm Guy Nottingham, looking to try out for Quarterback if the position is still open."
Guy wavered for a moment faltering from side to side as he tried to keep warm in the very light attire he had still on.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jun 21, 2012 1:05:11 GMT -6
Well, she had been hoping that since this was a boys event that the boys would take one look at her and decide not to bother talking to her. Why? Well because they made her nervous and well, yeah, it just felt strange being the center of attention for any amount of time, at least for her. So, needless to say, when she heard a voice coming from nearby, she would raise her eyes upward from her clipboard to look at the guy from under the comfort of her hood.
Not that she could stay that hidden, given she was supposed to be some kind of public figure for the school, but yeah, she held onto that dream as long as she could. Once his hand reached out toward her, she would lower her clipboard into her lap, reaching up to push her hood back from her head, allowing her hair to spill out more freely around her delicate face. Then, without too much reluctance, she would place her much smaller hand within his. "That would be me." A little smile given as she would shake his hand and then pull her own back, allowing it to fall into her lap atop the clipboard and alongside the other. "Kazumi Badoer, though...everyone just calls me Kaz." Italian accent all too apparent.... Nodding a bit as she glanced around and then shrugged. "But yeah, the spot is still open. I have just been waiting for more people to show up before starting." Another casual little shrug, that same, soft, somewhat sweet smile never really leaving her lips.
Though now that she was not alone or more to the point, now that she was being spoken to, she felt that sitting on the ground wasn't such a good idea. That familiar nervousness bubbling up inside her. So, one hand pressed to the ground, the other grasping her clipboard she would stand up...not that it helped much in evening her out with this guy, but then that was a common problem when you were her size.
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Post by Cael Seran on Jul 8, 2012 16:21:27 GMT -6
Cael didn't think that try-outs was a serious deal, in fact he was a sure-in for the team with his cousin as the Varsity Captain. A cool chuckle would echo in the hallways as he strapped on a grabbed a football before jogging out onto the field and looking about. Typical Kazumi was always one for wearing pink as for the guy beside her well, he was now bound to be Cael's little monkey boy to be pushed and battered around.
Cocking his arm back Cael threw the football pin-point towards the back of the guy's head. *Thwap!* A huge smack echoing against the guy's shoulder pads and neck before Cael jogged up towards the two.
"Heads up new kid." A slanted smirk as he looked between him and then unto Kaz, "Hey Cuz, I'm Safety Kay?"
Just as quickly a wink before shifting to jog backwards into the field flashing duel finger guns shooting at the pair.
"K'mon tough guy show me your stuff."
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jul 8, 2012 20:34:58 GMT -6
Eyes shifted toward Cael was he came jogging up, her brow raising slightly. She knew he was rather cocky and she knew that he wasn't really going to worry about not getting in because it was her who was running the tryouts....And oh how she wished he was wrong. But yeah, he was so right....she wouldn't turn him away unless he seriously, seriously sucked...Like..Thought this was basketball kind of sucked. Even then she would likely make an excuse for him.
Perhaps she was a bit too protective and loving of her family, but honestly, she couldn't help it. Blood or not, she had always gotten along with Cael, for the most part, and he was family and that was all that mattered. "Just don't....break anything Cael..." Her nose wrinkling slightly as she bit her lower lip, knowing he would know damn well what she meant by anything....Yeah, other people. That would be bad. "Please?"
Taking a step back as things finally started to get under way. She honestly wasn't that big into football, but this was her job and well...she was going to take it seriously. Unlike her Mother, she actually did give a damn about the school......sorta.
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Jul 12, 2012 20:59:42 GMT -6
"Kaz, Cool."
Guy would scrawl on the back of his head with an empty palm having shaken hers. The boy didn't seem indifferent or odd due to their mismatched heights, in fact the reason he felt intimidated more than anything around her was due to the title she had. Guy hadn't heard many stories but the rumors told of a violent Kazumi. He'd shrug it off trying to convince himself that rumors were as such simply because they were in fact rumors.
Guy opened his lips to try to start a topic, or rather proceed along with the try-outs before feeling a large *THWACK* on the back of his neck and shoulder blades forcing him to cringe instinctively like there was more pain coming. Wincing all the more Guy slowly recovered himself to turn and see Cael pop up. Shit. This really had to be one shit experience indeed, matching up across from Cael not to mention slowly and finally decoding the fact that hey wait? Cousins? The fuck.
"I...Ugh... What do I do?"
Guy looked somewhat nervously about still caught off guard from the initial hit and shock of being caught between two people he stood probably at odds with.
He'd shake his head picking up the ball and moving towards the line before looking to one of the other guys standing about, "Hey you, wide reciever?" A rather tan asian guy would look to Cael first before recieving a nod and pacing out to the line and settling up.
"Down... Set... HUT!"
Gruff sound before backtracking several steps drawing the ball up from its loose institution and then...
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Post by Cael Seran on Jul 16, 2012 17:45:50 GMT -6
Ha! That was a laugh, don't break anything? Then what was the point of even playing a sport. All he wanted to do here anyway was to blow off some steam, maybe break a few kids down to dust. It was its own little work out to pressure some people into quitting. Guy was one such target, the kid had pissed him off in class choosing to take his question rather than walk in and neglect it like the little Asian nerd had. A calm smirk as Cael paced out to his position settling in and looking back to the wide reciever.
Ian Santos, that was the guy's name. Rather small and lanky but quite possibly one of the fastest kids in the school. He'd shift nervously himself giving Cael the look, they'd known each other for a brief time, Cael dominating the field as an unofficial captain scaring more of his teammates than anything. A nod would give the boy confidence to step out onto the field and take position however his stance rather lanky, lacking in fact if anything.
"Down... Set... HUT!"
Cael burst off the line, his own stance was in full sprint charging headlong across the field enough to neglect Ian as well. However that wasn't a problem at all seeing as Ian's stance didn't shift at all, in fact he held his ground and waited on Cael to do what he'd planned initially.
*Ker-thwack*
Full-contact was a pretty sick advantage. Guy layed now sprawled out on the ground, he'd put up a decent fight but hadn't expected a full on blitz.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jul 16, 2012 23:29:50 GMT -6
He was nervous? Why was he nervous? She was a sweet person, or so she thought. Her mind completely forgetting about the other stuff she had done that made her seem like less than a sweet and innocent girl and more like a raging bitch. But that was of no matter, because she honestly didnt have time to ask him about it before Cael had shown up.
Then, as Guy seemed to notice that they were cousins, she saw that look of distress increase, her brow furrowing slightly. What was she missing here? The question playing through her mind as she ran her tongue across her lower lip and moved to take a seat, watching the tryout and taking notes of everyone's actions, how they played, how they handled the rest of the team....EVERYONE was being evaluated.
TIME SKIP FOR PLOT REASONS
Well that had been brutal, Cael making it a point to make it more so than it had to be. Not that she had expected any differently, but to be honest, she was a bit disappointed in him. Still, as she stood up, she would look down at the list of name and her notes, scrolling for the three she had highlighted. "Tyler, Mark and Jeremy...You guys are cut. Please leave the field." Not really bothering to look up because she didn't think there would be an issue.
She was wrong. For as two of the boys went to leave, rather disappointed, while the third chose to throw his helmet into the ground. The loud crack drawing her eyes up over the edge of the clipboard where she was met with a pair of glaring eyes. "Stupid bitch! What the fuck do you know about football!?" Those words getting her brow to raise as her eyes began to darken just slightly. Though, she held her composure.
He on the other hand, did not....taking off in a mad sprint toward her, a growl exuding from his lips. Well, if he wanted to play, who was she to say no? Sidestepping to the right just as she brought that clipboard upward with both hands into his face, knocking him back as blood spurted from his mouth and nose. Stumbling back he would grasp his face with both hands. Her own shooting out, grasping the front of his jersey and jerking him into her just as her knee slammed into his groin....Sufficiently managing to lay him out at her feet, groaning and bleeding.
Then, without missing beat, she would push her hair out of her face, look down at the blood spattered clipboard, and speak up once more. "The rest of you made the team. Guy, you made quarterback and team captain." A little smile cast his direction before she would hesitantly turn to look at her cousin. An apologetic look given. But she just couldnt give him the slot with a clear head. He didn't play for the team, he played for Cael and that was not what being captain was all about.
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