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Post by Marie Claire Belle on Jan 28, 2010 21:29:09 GMT -5
Wiatt sat on the bench, cheering on his teammates every now and then as they made a good play or had a good chance at a goal. In all honesty, he hated indoor soccer. It was half the fun as outdoor soccer, but it was winter and obviously too cold for that. The squeaking noises the cleats made on the floor drove the heck out of him, and he wanted to close his eyes and block out everything that was going on.
He picked at the worn out B on his school uniform, in which he had done so many times before, waiting impatiently to be put back out to play. He wasn't one to brag, but most of the time he kept the team together, besides Brendan of course, who was a senior and completely obsessed with soccer. He scanned the stands as he waited, continuously stopping at the cute girl who sat in the third row up, not too interested and switching from watching the game and playing her ipod or phone and such.
Finally he was put out to play, and walked out casually, waiting for the play to resume. When it did he immediately ran towards the ball, easily kicking it away from the other players so he could get control of it. He dribbled along with it until he reached the defensemen, cutting passed one and faking the other one out. It was just him and the goalie, and he quickly kicked it into the net.
He smiled, and returned to his teammates, where he received high-fives and such. He wasn't a huge celebrator, he just enjoyed it while he could and then got on with the game. The buzzer sounded as the time run out, giving him the game winning goal. He waited as the crowd of players and coaches passed into the locker rooms, not wanting to get caught in the hectic of everything. He looked back up into the stands at the girl again, then started to make his way across the gym.
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Post by Cammie Morgan on Feb 3, 2010 17:02:25 GMT -5
  Oh yay, a soccer game. Just what Cammie needed, a bunch of crazy teens yelling and cheering like it was normal. Well, she'd tell you for sure soccer games were nothing more than a bunch of screaming people and kids kicking a ball. Woo, so much skill there! She rested her head in her hands as she stared out on the field while the teens kicked around the ball, doing something Cammie was sure, but what, she had no real idea. She'd been dragged to the game by a few of her friends, saying that she needed to 'get out tonight' and 'have fun.' Yeah, fat chance! A soccer game! Really?
Cammie didn't really consider soccer a sport with what she'd been watching so far. They looked like they were just kicking it to kick it, and hit each other along the indoor club fields boards like they were cool or something. It wasn't that Cammie didn't get out a lot, she was the center of a party no doubt, but she was planning on taking a night off, but no wasn't in her friends vocab. apparently.
Suddenly, some kid hopped onto the field and went around faking players and making moves around a whole bunch of players. Cammie looked a bit closer, sizing him up you could say as she looked him up and down while he kicked the ball into the net. He wasn't that bad, she'd give him that, and he could at least PLAY soccer. As the boy scored thought, the crowd went crazy! I mean, someone scoring, just giving them a reason to scream their lights out. Well, the person behind her just happen to drop their cup of soda or SOMETHING all over her, and she felt her muscles tense as she could feel a shocked and unbelieved face take over her expression. She looked back at the guy, her expression still in place as she watched him yell and cheer.
Yeah, of course... a big fat guy dropping their drink all over her! Just what she wanted to do tonight! "This is ridiculous," she groaned to herself, picking up her purse and pushing her was through the rows of seats and into the isle of stairs. She could hear her friends calling her name, ans she could picture them standing there in confusion, but she didn't really give a crap at that very moment. Tentatively, she looked down at her clothes, hoping he was drinking sprite, but of course that would have been too much to ask for... Now, he had coke or something, and now her white tank top that was under her light purple loose cover vest was an ugly brownish color. Cammie rested her hand on her forehead in frustration, but then shrugged it off, heading toward the exit from this hell in her mind... 474 Music Playing: None Tagged: Marie<3Claire! Notes: (Note for me: DCAEF8) |
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Post by Marie Claire Belle on Feb 7, 2010 15:42:17 GMT -5
Wiatt quickly returned to his casual clothes in the locker room, ignoring the obnoxious yells and such. He grabbed his duffel bag and headed out, into the hall of the school. He didn't bother to check his hair or anything like that. Usually it just stayed in that messy but good looking style. As he started to walk in the direction of the exit, he noticed the girl from the stands walking in the same direction a few feet ahead of him.
He watched her in curiosity, as he noticed her shirt was covered in some dark brown drink, probably coke or something. He casually caught up to her, so he was walking on the opposite side of her. You know, I would lend you my jersey, but that would probably be even worse. He said with a sideways smile.
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Post by Cammie Morgan on Feb 7, 2010 16:36:46 GMT -5
Cammie looked up as a voice was suddenly next to her, and she noticed it was the boy from the soccer game. Well well, someone gets ready quick? She pushed the thought away, and replaced them with a smile as her gaze moved to the floor as she watched her step for a moment. "Yeah, your probably right," she agreed with a joking eye roll followed by a slight laugh.
Cammie stopped walking as they had reached the entrance/exit to face him with a straight toothy smile. Her fingers were subconsciously playing with her light pink-ish purple colored nails, as she flipped hair that was blurring her vision to the side. "So uh, I'm Cammie..." Cammie introduced herself with a gentle smile while she held out her hand, just trying to be friendly she supposed.
Cammie was unable to help herself as she secretly looked him up and down. He was even better up close! Sure, he looked alright when he was out on the filed, but now!? Yeah... Plus, he was actually good at a sport she secretly despised, but he made it look more fun you could say. He could do all those cool tricks and stuff that you say the pro's or really good people do, and he wasn't too bad at them she thought. She pushed her thoughts to the side, as she waited for his reply, her smile still in place... Words: 234 Music Playing: None Tagged: Marie<3Claire! Notes: (Note for me: DCAEF8) |
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Post by Marie Claire Belle on Feb 10, 2010 9:35:10 GMT -5
Wiatt opened the exit door, holding it open for her. For you, Cammie. he said as he did so, making a gesture for her to walk through the door with a sideways smile on his face. He slowly and discreetly took one peek up and down her, then back to her eyes with a satisfied smile.
Wiatt. Do you go to school here? 'Cause I don't think I remember ever seeing you before... He said, trying to think back. He would have remembered, walking by her and not taking her into notice would be next to impossible, especially for him...
OOC: sorry, shorrt post. i couldn't really thinkn of anything.
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Post by Cammie Morgan on Feb 10, 2010 14:16:22 GMT -5
Cammie smiled shyly, silently thanking him while walking through the doorway, which door he held open for her. She waited for him to join her outside before continuing walking, and felt her smile grow slightly at his question. "Yeah, I do sadly," she replied, looking down at her feet as they continued down the icy and snowy sidewalk. Cammie's luck, she'd end up tripping or doing something stupid if she didn't stare her damn feet down. Not literally, but she couldn't help but look down every now and then to make sure she didn't or anything.
"So, soccer huh? I've seen better," she joked with a glance up at him. She soon was looking back down at her feet, her arms crossed across her chest as the cold started to set in. "So uh, do you room at the dorms? Or are you one of the lucky ones that have a house around here?" Cammie questioned, flipping her bangs from her vision as she looked back up at him with a curious expression. Words: 172 Music Playing: None Tagged: Marie<3Claire! Notes: (Note for me: DCAEF8) |
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Post by Wiatt Kramer on Feb 16, 2010 17:26:06 GMT -5
Wiatt made a grunting sound in his throat, putting his hands in his pockets. Yeah, I'm sure you have. He said with a roll of his eyes, regaining his feet after stumbling somewhat on a crack in the sidewalk. A bit of his werewolf side came over him as he growled slightly, but then came back to his senses and his surroundings.
Hm, so that's what we're being called these days? The lucky ones? He said with a laugh as he thought of it was completely the opposite. He would much rather have his own dorm then having to live with his uncle a half hour away... It sucked having to wake up almost an hour earlier then the people who had dorms did just so he could get to school on time...
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Post by Cammie Morgan on Feb 18, 2010 19:07:20 GMT -5
Cammie smiled, rolling her eyes not to be rude, but just with how he seemed to have no idea that he was lucky to have a house to live in instead of in the academy dorms. Typical right? She felt the cold winter wind scrape against her legs, for her leggings had holes in them, which was "the style" of course. Still, wasn't anyone capable of making something fashionable but still warm!? An Icy chill made its way up her spine as she felt the old setting in, but she tried not to think much of it.
"Uh, YEAH! You guys are sooo lucky! Having your own room, your own choice of food. God, what I'd give to eat something beside academy food! Again, the room! Plenty of space to put your stuff, an actually COMFORTABLE bed! Plus, I mean, your not like bound under ridiculous rules or constantly being watched to make sure someone of the opposite gender isn't in your room... So yeah, I'd call you lucky," she explained with a wink after she caught her breath. Wow, had she really just said that all!? What a babbler! The poor guy was probably ready to kill himself.
Whatever, Cammie was too cold to really even think about much. her arms then crossed over her chest, hoping to keep more of her heat still attached to her than floating off into the air. "I mean, sure, since your use to having it all, you probably don't think much of it, right?" she asked but more stated with another flirty wink, followed by a light giggle more than a laugh. "So then, anyway, how far away do you live from the academy then?" Cammie asked, trying to create some sort of discussion... Words: 291 * Outfit: hur!!!Music Playing: None Tagged: Marie<3Claire! Notes: (Note for me: DCAEF8) |
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