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Post by Guy on Sept 3, 2012 20:32:31 GMT -6
The prim lines of the football field lay under a dark cast set of clouds hovering overhead in the afternoon. There was a cold breeze in the air, a texture of moisture in the air prevalent to suggesting there may be the first rain of the season. The team didn't mind much, if anything they were ready for a good muddy stomping, which was more than could be said for the groundskeeper. Guy Nottingham sat on the sidelines watching the kickoff team run practice returns and kickoffs, his full football attire on minus the helmet of course which now lay straddled along in a taut grip in his fingers holding it aloof to his side. With the persistent breeze it'd slowly click against the metal seats making a dull *tink tink tink* in steady rhythms of three before waiting out a long pause and proceeding once more in the same predictable pattern.
Today was a practice run before the game and they were still not ready. Guy knew that much, they'd been lacking their School Captain and he'd been left in charge to govern the team. To be fair he didn't know much about the strategy or tactics of the game and all those whom did were mostly missing from practices. Unfortunately Guy couldn't drop Cael from the team with such a powerful number of acquaintances he held but even still the guy got under his nerves and wanted to push him off a bridge.
"Right, good job team... Offense, defense get out there."
Guy would shout coming to his feet as he slipped the helmet on over his head bringing himself up to a towering stature. *Click* Dull straps clung to his chin making the embrace torturous at first until his itchy skull grew accustomed to the throbbing. Marching out at a steady trot he'd find his heart pounding in his chest as he got to the line. A number of big guys before him and across from him all waiting on the words. "HIKE!"
*Crunch, Peel, SMASH*
The motions would be too quick ending in one result. *PFT!* Guy meeting his rearend on the floor, two linebackers having stuffed him on the ground.
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Post by Azura on Sept 3, 2012 22:01:52 GMT -6
Was she breathing? She was pretty sure she was.
Her hand moving to her stomach, feeling it rise and fall beneath her touch. Yes, indeed, she was breathing. Not that it was easy, especially since her lungs felt like they had seized up inside of her and refused to work any longer. Add to that the fact that her heart was about to beat out of her chest, and her stomach felt like it had just jumped into her throat, and that about summed up how she felt right now. Yup, she felt like she was about to quite literally die of embarrassment.
Her small trembling fingers working furiously to tug down the skirt of her cheerleading uniform, and finding that the damn thing would not budge. Nope, it was planted firmly over her waist, the pleated skirt going no further than JUST past her firm little rear end, leaving her perfectly shaped, smooth thighs for the world to view.
Then there was the top, the one that hugged to her breasts and stopped just beneath them, exposing her midsection. Her firm, trim tummy as smooth and soft as the rest of her, that delicate porcelian flesh flawless save for the tattoos on her wrist, and the two "scars" on her back. Red locks pulled up into a ponytail at the back of her head, a few stray locks falling in spirals on either side of her face and what felt like a permanent blush seared onto her cheeks.
Every now and then, she would reach back and press down the back end of her skirt, trying to hide her butt from view, and failing miserably. Sure, they had given her those....what were they called....bloomers? Or whatever...saying that they would keep boys from looking at her panties. WHAT?! They were panties! At least in her mind.
Then, to top it all off, the football team was on the field practicing. Yep, Azura in probably the least amount of clothing she had ever worn save for when she was in the shower...ALONE...and a whole team of teenage boys RIGHT behind her. A little groan given as she tried her best to just disappear into the group of other girls, to just...blend in. Though there was one small problem with that...she had bright, fiery red hair and all the other girls were either blond or brunette or some similar shade. Nope, she stuck out, very badly.
How had she gotten talked into this!?
The question running through her mind as she thought back to the other girls that had pushed and prodded and pretty much pressured her into joining. She had said no at first, but in the end, she caved. She just wanted to fit in, as was her mission, and apparently this was part of the deal. A part she did not like at all.
As the girls moved about, warming up and all that other good stuff, she would try her best to shrink away. Her sneakers softly scraping against the ground as she did so. Though to be honest, there was nowhere to go. She was pretty much trapped between a hoard of really peppy girls and really sweaty guys. Oh what she wouldn't give right now to be curled up inside a dark hole somewhere.
Taking a few more steps back, tripping over her own foot in the process and stumbling back into some guy who was running late for practice. A little yelp issued as she quickly spun around to avoid her ass being right up against him and then BAM right back onto the ground with a little "umph" escaping her and her red locks falling directly into her eyes.
Yeah, this was going to work out just great!
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Elijah Graham
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Post by Elijah Graham on Sept 3, 2012 22:36:13 GMT -6
So, the football team. Elijah wasn't exactly Mr. Sports Jock, but he was pretty good when it came to playing sports... in gym class. Though why today of all days he picked to be late, even he didn't know. Apparently his locker was a very popular spot for other people to hang out in front of and chat. Suffice to say, he wasn't too happy that he had to get them to move the hard way. After scrambling to change into the football uniform, he came running onto the field doing the 100 meter dash, only to end up colliding with someone... and not just anyone, but A GIRL.
A extremely pretty girl he might add. Mentally groaning to himself in utter despair, dropping his water bottle and helmet onto the grass, he'd immediately bound over to the girl and crouch down nearby her, holding his gloved hand out to her.
"Hey, sorry about that. Just my luck, I run down the prettiest girl on the field. Here, take my hand, it's the least I can do after not watching where I was going."
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 3, 2012 22:45:31 GMT -6
Cael would end up contrary to the other atheletes on the team. For one he managed to avoid most every practice of the season thusfar until he noticed that this was the day before the game. Hell he could go for missing this practice too and end up carrying the team on his shoulders but like hell he would be the one to blame had he faltered and the team was brought down by a weak link. A snicker as he casually strolled into the lockerroom on time for once before picking out a prime space and chatting up some hotties before being promptly removed by an agitated student who was looking to scurry off to the team to play.
Silly fresh meat. Anyways, Cael moved on to change into his football uniform. Like any of his kind he adorned all the overly expensive skintight undergarnments that supposedly increased his performance before rag-tagging that tough pads over his shoulders and hurrying out after the boy who'd throttled him into the changing room. Though Cael's pace did not match his, in fact Cael took a much slower chauvanist approach taking to admire all the cheer leader's and their round bossums before stopping short to watch the head on collision before him.
"Nice move, meat." Cael scurried on wrapping the guy's ass with a pat on the butt before jogging on casually flitting Azura a wink once more ignoring her and getting onto the field to give Guy shit.
"Hey Captain, you got something right there... its called a sack."
The taunt prompting small mutters and grins on the defensive side whilst Cael took his posistion ont he field but not before roughly shoving a younger wide reciever off the field with a shoving grip on the shoulders. "Get up, don't got all day pansy."
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Sept 3, 2012 22:51:59 GMT -6
Leveled, it wasn't a good feeling with your back to the ground. Guy managed to get an arm up, planting his elbow into the ground and look upwards towards his teammates all looking rather surprised as to how the defense got through. A shanty smirk as he looked his lineman up and down rather long and drawn out before speaking. "K'mon guys, we're running a strong D-line coverage, that means you've got to protect me on the throws for as long as possible. If they throw a two man gank at me you've got to pull the tightend."
Guy frowned as a childish taunt playcated his teaching to the team turning the serious facade into something of a natural prankster's playground. Looking Cael over Guy could tell the boy came from priviledge, tight clothing all modeled off of some sports novelty magazine, never worked hard for a day in his life. Guy wanted to rub some dirk in his nose to teach him how it felt like to be at the bottom. A very real feeling that the cheerleaders might be feeling in a few with that new addition.
"Alright, huddle up."
Guy would call them all in feeling quite abysmal with having to deal with Cael and assuming the other new addition would be wanting to join would wave him in as well. "Wide reciever's do a post, Tight ends, curl/out or block if they bring the linebacker's into dive me again. Look for the short pass drive upfield. Running back block for me."
Guy would clap his hands together instantly and yell "Break" as the other teammembers supposedly were supposed to do before forming up int he lineup.
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Post by Azura on Sept 3, 2012 23:09:25 GMT -6
Was it something she had done wrong? Was God punishing her for something? A little whimper barely restrained within her throat as hazel eyes looked up to see just who it was she had bumped into, noting the rather handsome boy that now squatted down in front of her. The whole time, her hands were busy trying to pull her skirt down, tugging at it and tucking it between her legs where it had ridden up, though regardless what she did, those bloomers were not hard to miss.
Looking from his eyes, to his hand, and then back again, she would timidly start to reach out, even managing a weak smile through that blush which burned brighter upon her cheeks. Yet just as her fingers touched his hand, a familiar voice came out from behind him. Instantly her hand jerked back, though why she worried about touching another boy in Cael's presence, she had no clue. Wasn't like there was ANYTHING going on between them.
That look he gave though. God. Those eyes, that grin. Her heart skipped a beat and she had to avert her eyes as the blush deepened and she was forced to bite her lower lip to keep from stammering to say something to him. No, instead she would wait a heartbeat, letting him ignore her and jog off to the field, before finally reaching out and taking the other boy's hand and allowing him to help her up. "Th..Thank you. But I hardly think I am the prettiest girl out here." A little glance cast over her shoulder toward the other girls who were starting to get into formation, a few still stretching out.
"I...I should probably get going.....They tend to yell at me if I am slow." Only she knew the irony of that statement, but still, it made her smile just a little more genuinely. Her hand retracting from his as she dusted off her butt, again trying to keep her skirt pinned down and maintain some sense of modesty.
All the while, she would start to back away, keeping her eyes on him to avoid showing off her bottom to him as she ran off. "M...My name is Azura by the way.." Blushing a bit more, nodding as she did so. "Maybe I will see you after..." Motioning to the team that was practicing, only to stop as she collided with three fellow cheerleaders who had been practicing lifts. Bumping into one, causing the one they held to fall crooked, and elbow the third one in the face. All three squalling up a storm and Azura jumping and spinning around to see what damage she had caused. Her hand instantly covering her mouth as she was actually forced to stifle back a little laugh, if at nothing else than the pure clumsiness she possessed for somebody who was supposed to be strong and agile. Though the fact she was embarrassed was clearly written all over her pretty little face. "Sorry...." A sheepish little squeak of a sound cast over her hand before she would freeze in place, afraid she would be knocking something else over, or falling over herself, if she moved again.
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Aryanna Katashi
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Post by Aryanna Katashi on Sept 3, 2012 23:29:17 GMT -6
Ary was there, had been since before the rest of the little bitches on the squad showed up....Not the least bit phased by the tiny skirt, or the small shirt she was forced to wear. If anything, Aryanna wore it damn well, and with pride, her pert little bottom showed off just beneath the hem of her skirt, her locks cascading down around her face, a few falling into her eyes every now and again as she bounced around.
She may have not been a good fighter, but she was a great cheerleader, managing every move with grace and precision unlike the others on her team. But then, that was why she was the head cheerleader, the captain of the squad, and the others.......well....weren't. A little shake of her head as he rolled her eyes, watching them attempt lifts, cartwheels and all that other nonsense. Most of them failing.
And then, there was the redhead. Oh....that girl. Aryanna didn't know her personally, had only seen her a hand full of times, but when she had found out she signed up, she had NOT been expecting this. She was by far the most clumsy of all the girls, stumbling about, blushing almost constantly and barely managing to squeak out a word in response anytime she was spoken to.
Then, she just had to go and run into one of the players, resulting on her landing on her ass. Which would have been laughable on its own, but then, as Cael came by the girl seemed to go all bashful...ducking her head, looking away, blushing harder. (If such a thing was possible.) The whole thing making Ary chuckle as she jogged over toward the girl, only to narrowly miss being toppled down upon by that trio of cheerleaders that took a tumble to the ground thanks to the resident redhead.
"Hey you! Red!" Her French accent clear as day as she ran her tongue along her lower lip, trotting up alongside the girl, and reaching out to flip a lock of her pretty red hair as she tilted her head and glanced from her, toward Cael and back again. "He is something no?" One arm snaking about the other girl's shoulder as she leaned in, speaking loud enough for all those nearby to hear, but at least pretending that she was trying to be secretive.
"Dream on honey. I have had that one, and trust me when I say he does not want girl like you." Pulling back and running her eyes over the meek little redhead's figure. Her lips pursing slightly, she would wrinkle her nose and shake her head. "He does not do pathetic....Now get in formation." Her tone rather snippy as she would spin on her heels and saunter off to take her spot at the front of the team. Ever the bitch, just like always.
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Elijah Graham
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Post by Elijah Graham on Sept 3, 2012 23:45:15 GMT -6
Elijah doing his best to pretend to not see the girl in front of him tugging and pulling at her skirt down, to try and cover the bloomers she wore, just as he saw her begin to timidly reach out to his hand, she would suddenly jerk her hand back upon hearing a voice that was addressing him from somewhere behind him.
Eli sent jerking forward from something hitting him on his ass, turning his head slightly to look behind him, he would see, much to his mild displeasure, the guy he had throttled in the locker room. Fan-friggin'-tastic.
Eli mentally rolling his eyes, he would just ignore the guy's comment while also not noticing the girl blush deeply, as his head was turned to the side. Only when he felt something in his hand did he look back at the girl, and would help her onto her feet, holding onto her hand until she was flat on her feet and had gotten her balance, then would let go of her hand.
"I dunno about that, I think you are the prettiest girl out of the Cheerios out there. Sorry if I kept you, if they yell at you, just let me know, and I'll make sure they'll never yell at you again."
Pretending to crack his knuckles threateningly, noticing the Captain call for everyone to huddle up, turning his head in the direction of the Captain, the girl dusting off her butt while trying to keep her skirt pinned would go unnoticed by him. Only when he heard the girl give her name, would he turn back to face her, and notice her backing up from him.
"Azura huh? That's a really beautiful name. I'm Elijah, nice to meet you, and yeah, I'd like that, maybe I will see you after."
Waving to Azura, he'd pick up his football helmet and jog over to the team huddle, picking any space that was available and listen to the Captain's pep talk, after everything was said and done and the Captain yelled "break," Eli would get into position of fullback/running back, trying to ignore the little spat happening between Azura and the Cheer Captain, but it was a little hard to. He just hoped she would be alright, he'd definitely find and talk to her after all this was over and done with.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 5, 2012 14:40:34 GMT -6
Post? A post. Cael simply did not agree with Kazumi's choice in captains, why not just go long Cael was going to be the star wide reciever and like hell he'd simply go for just a post. Sure he'd presumably end up catching it show boating a bit as he knocked all the other students on their asses but yeah that's simply how the game went. What he really wanted was the line drive up the back field.
A wide grin as he got down onto his position feet staggered; right foot out in front, left foot back, each cocked while his hands elongated before him retained back like t-rex limbs flinching slightly at the ready to catch a ball, or knock this defensive back on his ass.
"Down, set, HIKE!"
The call beckoning to get Cael off on his feet sprinting forward, the DB didn't even backpedal fast enough just got laid out on the floor as Cael rocketed across the midline with hands outstretched. He was in the clear now just pass!
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Sept 5, 2012 14:48:54 GMT -6
Break!
Guy would move slowly taking his time for the others to stagger out to their positions while keeping a keen eye on all of them the O-line in particular as his eyes narrowed against the defense. The last three plays they'd gotten through unmatched but that was probably just a coincidence no? Guy didn't necessarily believe in coincidence. Turning to the side he'd see his new fullback looking the guy over. Pretty good shape, big enough arm strength to potentially hold off a few people. It'd have to do.
"Hey," Guy would motion quietly to get the boy's attention quickly patting his hands together as though he was making a switch to the play. "Buy me as much time as you can, if they get past you drop your guard and pitch out to the right side behind Cael he should block for you if he knows what's good for him, look for the short throw."
Guy would nod and look back to the line as though their discussion never happened before placing his hands beneath the center's crotch.
"Down." Seconds left, "Set," just another word, another play, know what you're doing, yes. "HIKE!"
Guy would get the ball pedaling backwards his eyes trained just above the D-line's heads as they began breaking through. Two linebackers brushed the O's men and were barraling forth towards Guy's position. Backpedaling Guy would pitch out to the left side presuming that Eli could pick up maybe one but quickly drop him. Pivoting to switch Cael would be open but neglected due to distance before Guy would swing out tossing a pitch to Eli, it was low. Far too close to the ground for someone to come at it and keep going very far without stumbling but it wasn't uncatchable by any means.
Cael however wouldn't be blocking, no he was across middle already. The DB he'd knocked on his ass getting up already and charging for Eli granted slow enough for him to get the ball but fast enough to grab at the line of scrimmage. As for the Safety, well he was right behind the Db ready to pick up any miss tackle.
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Post by Michael Cypren on Sept 5, 2012 14:55:22 GMT -6
"Anyone in here?"
Came a meek voice but demanding as the sound filtered in through meshed grates. The deep breathing of Michael carried for a ways before stiffling it himself. His eyes trained on a cheerleader, the last of them to leave. Quirked and devious hues narrowed in on a pair of pink panties he was buried in within the confines of the locker managing to swipe them and press against his nostrils.
"SWEET NECTOR!"
Heavy breathes before hearing it again. "Where in the hell is that Mascot?"
Shit! He'd been discovered, With a sudden bang Michael would tear out of the locker marked 'Aryanna Katashi' and spur at full speed across the hall diving into the boy's locker room. Swiftly would be his changing that he'd almost forgotten that beneath his costume he'd left the panties over his head like a makeshift helmet, indefinite of protecting him from anything. Luckily the mask hid this from sight.
Busting out of the dressing room he'd appear, the terrifying scorpion motioning his pincors like a terrestrial monster coming at the pile up of girls with the question being provoked.
"Now what?" Muffled by the panties and the mask over his head making him sound like a mentally challenged 'Bane' figure.
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Post by Azura on Sept 5, 2012 15:39:43 GMT -6
She tried to not let her lower lip get the better of her, feeling it tremble and threaten to jut out as Ary came over and reminded her just how much of a defective reject she really was. Yet through all this she would jerk herself away from the pretty little brunette French girl and straighten up her posture. Her hands momentarily forgetting about her skirt which easily slid up her backside and gave a the football team a perfect view of the lower curves of her pert little rear end. "Of course, Aryanna." Even managing a little bit of a smile, not allowing her eyes to falter from the other girl's. Like hell she would show resignation to this ....this....witch!
Though no sooner had she found her little bout of courage, hard to do under the circumstances, than the mascot would emerge, and remind her all too plainly of the fact her butt was showing....at least to some degree. Quick to spin around, hands flying to her butt and pressing her skirt down as she gave a little yelp and somehow managed to stumble her way into position.
Okay, this wasn't going to be too hard....Right?
She just ....had....to ....pry her hands....away...from her.....ass!
Got it!
Her hands springing free and her entire form tensing up as she seemed to shrink down and slowly peek back over her shoulder just to make sure that nobody was currently staring at her butt. Once she had done that, and was satisfied that she was completely safe of nasty little pervs she would return her full focus to the Head Cheer Bit--
Head Cheerleader....
Yes...that one.
Eyes following her every move, tilting her head slightly as she quickly committed the routine to memory. It wasn't that hard, but she had to wonder if any of them realized they were showing off their "goods" to the entire defensive line. Her nose wrinkling slightly at the thought and subconsciously her feet would shift a bit closer together, ensuring her intimates were well concealed.
"What's the matter Princess? Scared somebody might pry those pretty little legs apart? Who knows, you might like it. Might loosen your tight ass up."
The girl next to her snickering and rolling her eyes, turning back to look at Aryanna as she continued to move slowly through the routine. All the while, Azura's eyes would follow the blond next to her, the one with the ugly mouth and the harsh words. She had already gotten the routine the first time when Ary showed it to them, she didn't need the breakdown.
Then, when it was finally time for them to try, Azura would make it almost all the way through before "accidentally" stumbling over her own two feet, again...and then, in an attempt to recover, throw her arms out along with the rest of the group. Of course...she as clumsy, so this made her stumble, narrowly missing the blonds fist as it shot out at the same time, and all the while her own aimed too high and "accidentally" nailing the blond square in the mouth.
A rather undignified yelp escaping Blondie as she fell hard onto her ass, blood rushing from her now busted nose and split lip. A all too sheepish look on Azura's face as she covered her mouth with her hands and looked at the girl in utter shock. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" All the while, grinning rather happily inside.
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Aryanna Katashi
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Post by Aryanna Katashi on Sept 5, 2012 15:54:59 GMT -6
Ary ran through the routine rather quickly the first time, completely ignoring the redhead as she spoke. She knew she had a name, and Ary knew she knew it, but to be honest, it was not worth bringing to mind and so she would stick with Red for now. Her tongue sliding across her lips, she would do a roundhouse, a few other routine jumps, and all the other basics. They were nowhere near ready for anything too complex, and so she tried her best to keep it simple.
Though somewhere through the midst of it, she was interrupted by the mascot as he came barreling out of the locker rooms. A little yelp given by some of the girls, almost all of them becoming distracted in some way, and all of it proving to irritate Ary beyond belief. "Pay attention! If you think I am going to go into the game with you all making me look...how you say....stupid you are seriously mistaken!"
Hypnotic eyes narrowing upon the squad as they all spun back into position, looking at her with a bit of fear. It helped that she could fry them all while they took a shower if they pissed her off. Granted, it would probably mess her up, but it would be sooooo worth it. "Now you try. Try not fall down." Nodding firmly, not even the least bit self conscious about her lack of proper English when she got irritated.
The girls quick to hurry on with their practice, which left her free to turn her attention upon the mascot as he spoke up in a muffled, slightly off voice. "I tell you now what!" Storming forward and shooting her hand out, grabbing his costume by the tail end and jerking him back toward the group, not caring he had to walk backward, not caring if he fell.....she would drag his ass if she had to.
"You are late. I have much to do, I do not want to have worry about you showing up on time!" Growling slightly before she would spin him around and put a boot to his ass, kicking him forward toward the right of the group. "Get over there, look....I don't know...Peppy!"
Nodding, rather firm in her orders, before all hell broke loose with the girls. A yelp and the sound of somebody falling, quickly followed by the sight of blood. Red standing there looking so damn innocent. "I swear, you are possibly the most idiotic girl I have ever met. It is like you were dropped on head as an infant! It is no wonder the boys wont touch you, you spastic cow!"
Reaching up, she would rub her temple in frustration before turning to look at two of the blond girl's friends who were trying to help up their fallen comrade. "Get her into formation!" Both of them opening their mouths to protest, though quickly being silenced as blue sparks began to dance between Ary's fingers. "I do not care, if she loses her fucking head! She will pick it up and tape it on and keep cheering! The ONLY way you are going to get out of this is if you die...and trust me...I can make that happen, very quickly. Now....back...in...formation!"
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Elijah Graham
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Post by Elijah Graham on Sept 6, 2012 18:23:50 GMT -6
"Huh?"
Looking over as he saw the Captain motion quietly, looking around, at first he thought the Captain was talking to someone else, but seeing no one else around, obviously Elijah concluded he was the one being talked to. Cael? Oh, he was talking about the guy Eli had throttled in the locker room, though Eli kind of doubted the guy would block for anyone, he seemed like a real price of work.
"I'll get you as much time as I can, though I kind of doubt Frenchie over there would block for anyone, and I'll keep an eye out."
Getting down into position, his feet staggered with his right foot out in front, his left foot behind, his hands hovering in a ready position near his ribs, his fingers slowly curling and uncurling, ready to catch the ball if needed, but mostly to buy the Captain as much time as possible.
"Down, set, HIKE!"
Exploding to his right, he'd notice one of the linebackers on the defense come charging towards Guy, and would aim to ram the closest one in the gut to knock him down, while he continued charging down the field. Noticing the ball come spiraling towards him from the corner of his eye, it was a low shot, and he wouldn't be able to go far with it, but not uncatchable by any means.
The DB that Cael had knocked down back on his feet and charging towards Eli, the moment the ball touched Eli's hands and he gripped it tightly, he would only get one shot, and lining it up as best as he could, would throw the ball as hard as he could in a spiral, aiming to get it to Cael. As for the DB, Eli would side-step past the guy, rolling off the guy's side with a fancy one-two step, and continue down the field, past the Safety just behind the DB.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 6, 2012 20:37:26 GMT -6
Unfortunately for the team's sake, Cael would not catch it hell he wouldn't even put forth the effort when the ball was released to the newby running back taking up that stance to throw it forward probably not even managing to get good footing considering the DB was right off the line where his stature was and not to mention the quick advese shift but who was he to know. The boy, Cael was too focused on his own Rep. And he was being dissed by not having the ball nocely packaged in his hands.
Instead the safety would position himself by shifting his hips a smidgeon to the right and get in the path of the ball grasping it outright with both palms extended and pile driving forward past Eli and down the field managing to get back in the endzone considering the Running back was pulled and Guy was pressed off to the far left side of the field.
"What the fuck are you doing shitdick!"
Cael would say coming stomping up the field to get in Eli's face his knuckles would find themselves buried in his facemask to pull him up to look at Cael. Clearly the move was dominated by a sense of entitlement and supposed superiority.
"My team, my ball, don't think about getting on this field if you're going to be in the way!"
Cael didn't give the kid a second to react quickly using that aggression to push the headmask back and upwards probably flopping the kid onto his back by sheer instability. Given the padding it wouldn't hurt any aside from maybe the rapid head jerking with the weight on his helmet but otherwise the boy would likely find himself unharmed before Cael took it back to the defensive line already set to ignore Guy and grab the Middle Linebacker by the back shoulder pads.
"Out! I'm changing sides."
Before being given room to speak Cael would throw him out with force literally not taking no for an answer before forming up in the huddle.
"Lets break these shithead's faces in, formation four, BREAK!"
Cael was an ass, but he was an aggressive and terrifying leader.
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