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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:12 pm
Sauda seemed content with that answer; it made more sense that way. "Oh." Yeah, that was true. Tsunake had showed her a few Disney movies, and all of those, the princesses were in love with the guys. Well, she could deal with that. She was twelve; she hadn't really formed a solid opinion on anything. Except that the Nemesis was very frightening, and very amusing. She liked the giant, mutant monstrosity.
The girl kept her head up, grip tight on the bat as she lifted it up over her shoulder. Right, bent knees...feet apart...and step in to swing. When the ball soared towards her, she stepped forward--and missed. The ball bounced behind her in the dirt, and she glanced forlornly at it, then back at the teenager.
"...Can I try again?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 12:59 am
Swing, miss. " 'course you can." He replied, a smile tugging at his lips. Another ball was passed into his right hand, though he did hold it up with his next sentence. "And this? It's not really a ball this time. It's one of those boys that called you a ******'s head. Let him have it."
That might help her aim, maybe. And if she didn't get it this time, they could try again. Hopefully she'd follow along with the suggestion, and not think him a total idiot. It might help her vent a little too if she was able to smack it. Again, he tossed the ball, shifting another ball for another throw.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:21 am
Sauda felt a small wave of relief pass through her; she didn't want him to think of her as a baby who couldn't hit a ball. Because she wasn't. When he stopped to hold up the ball however, she blinked, the bat tip dipping slightly as she straightened. One of those kids...? She could focus on hitting that. The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, feet sliding apart as she glared daggers at that stupid head.
When the teen threw the ball again, she forced herself to be patient, wanting to hit it as hard as she could instead of missing. Then, she swung, which as much strength as her twelve-year-old arms could manage. She bashed the living crap out of the thing, popping it straight up into the air. It would have been an easy out for anyone, but she didn't know that. Eyes were sparkling in glee, delightedly watching the ball fly through the air.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 3:23 am
That bat was really too heavy and too long for her, so it wasn't as if he expected her to become any Babe Ruth within the next few seconds. He missed sometimes too, and he was no baby!
Bright eyes watched the ball pop upwards, resisting the urge to just step forward and catch it. She looked so happy... "Good, good." He grinned towards her, tossing the next ball up and down. "This one's the one who called your mom names." He'd give her time to prepare while he drew his arm back for another toss, tongue running across a pair of lips beginning to chap. Unknown to the players, a sleek black porsche was parking downhill.
Kin tapped the steering wheel while he leaned forward, golden gaze trying to see farther up the hill. Well, that was Diago's bat from what he could tell, but the one swinging it was way too tan to be his adopted son. Not too mention they were short. Huh. Was... the teen actually playing with someone? The model shifted the car into park and stalled the engine, content to just watch curiously for the moment.
Diago smirked slightly, bringing his arm forth. Maybe the kid would be able to send this one flying over his head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 3:41 am
Her little arms were already starting to ache from the bat, but at the mention that this was the kid that made her so angry, she willingly hefted it up again, eyes narrowed in concentration. She'd try to hit this one ever harder; no one insulted her Mommy. If only she had Alena with her at the time--that kid would have gotten his guts ripped out. The ball landed almost next to Diago's feet with a dull thump, and she felt another rush of success.
The dark-skinned girl didn't notice the car, focused on the ball with intent rapture. This was somehow more fun then video games; she didn't have to be all sneaky when she played. And someone else was playing with her, which made it twice as fun. It didn't occur to Sauda that she didn't know her new friend's name yet, but that was okay too.
As the ball was released from his fingers, Sauda eyed it, whipping the bat forward. She forgot to step however, stumbling as she clipped the thing. It still flew though, hitting the ground and skittering through the dirt. Using the bat to catch herself before she fell, the girl shook herself, peering through her messy bangs to see if she had hit it or not. Well...she had hit it, but not very well. It still moved though, right?
"This bat's heavy." Sauda commented, grabbing the end of it with both hands so she could look at it. "Do you fall over if you swing it too hard like I did?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:26 am
He ducked his head as she nearly fell over, shoulders hunching as he stifled laughter. He allowed himself a small smile, though, stepping forward. "Fall over? Nah. I spun around a couple times, though. Usually I remember to step."
Diago approached her at a leisurely pace, reaching out to take the bat at the top. It'd hold it steady for her to study logo and all, but would also easily allow him to remove it when she was through. "Heavy? You gettin' tired then, kid?" He paused then, seeming to have realized they hadn't been properly introduced. "What's your name, anyways?"
Oh! So Diago was there. He could spot the boy now, standing over the other green-haired kid and speaking. Good. It'd be easier to take him home this way, though he was a little curious about the smaller child. Were they going to need a ride home too? He couldn't see anyone else in sight along the road leading to the school upon the hill.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:37 am
Well, even if he was laughing, at least he wasn't doing it where the girl could hear him. Then she'd just be embarassed, more than likely. His words earned another quiet smile out of her, reminded strongly of Elmer Fudd when he was chasing after Bugs Bunny. She didn't tell him that though. He probably didn't watch cartoons anymore--she always changed channels when Lucien came in the room so he wouldn't laugh at her.
After glancing over the bat, she let go, her hands latching on to the base of her skirt so they could toy with it idly. She wasn't at all ashamed of pulling it up and down a bit; she had pants on. Pajama pants. Her mom didn't really understand the style, but she didn't protest it. "A little." Sauda wanted to know why he wasn't tired; he was bigger, sure, but he'd been playing for who knows how long before she had gotten there. "Sauda." She tilted her head slightly. "What's yours?"
The tween seemed to realize how late it was getting, glancing up at the sky for a moment. Tsunake was probably worried now. Well...she almost didn't want to leave, pleased to have found someone who wasn't her mother, but was still nice. And wasn't all awkward to be around, like some grown-ups were.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:14 am
No, he didn't watch cartoons anymore... but his guardian often did. If she'd mentioned it to him, he'd probably find it amusing though keep up a tougher front. He certainly didn't find it funny when he was spinning about or landing on his a**, but he often laughed about it afterwards.
"Diago," He replied, bringing the bat up to rest over his shoulder. And yes, he was very tired, but the only sign of that was the perspiration collected at the front of his shirt and an occasional hard pull of breath. His arms hurt, but it was a comfortable ache. It meant he was getting stronger. His eyes strayed to the sun when she looked to the sky, calculating the time. Then they lowered, seeming to look right through Sauda for a moment to the end of the black car he could see at the bottom of the hill. "Hmph. He's here. Time to go for me, I guess."
He picked up the balls, piling them into the machine again. He grabbed at the extension chords on the ground as well, tugging all of them towards him by a pure stroke of luck. "You need a ride home, Sauda? Bet your ma's worried, eh?" He'd feel safer if he was sitting in a car with his 'father' while he came in contact with Tsunake.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:32 am
Well, how was she supposed to know that? He was a cool older kid, and she...wasn't. Yet. She planned on being one, that was for sure. And, secretly, Sauda believed that she'd watch cartoons forever. She loved her cartoons, even if they were supposedly too 'young' for her. Or that's what Lucien said--meaner of course. She caught him watching the Powerpuff Girls though, so, they were sort of even.
Sauda tilted her head slightly at his name; he was her first friend, so she had to make sure she'd remember it. It was special. When he looked at her, she shifted slightly, uncomfortable. "Who?" The girl glanced behind her, spotting the car and blinking curiously at it. Hm, she hadn't noticed it before. "That's your dad, right?" Had to be; well, that's what she was assuming.
At the mention of a ride home, she studied her shoes for a moment. Tsunake had said not to hang around with people she didn't know, but she knew Diago, right? "Okay. She probably is..." Tsunake would probably behave if spotting the punk's guardian, though she wouldn't be best pleased about it. "Will I see you again?" The girl questioned, shifting her weight from foot to foot, swaying slightly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:17 am
"Richie Rich? Yeah, I guess. His name's Kin." He rolled up the chord, tucking it away under the machine. The male paused slightly at her question. "If you wanna, I'm sure we'll see each other again. I like this place. I'll probably be back again. Not tomorrow or anything, but soon." A slight nod.
"Go ahead and get your stuff and wait for me, okay? I'm gonna go put this up." That said, he gave the machine a push and sent it rolling upon its wheels back to the field-house. Once stored away, he'd return with the bat slung over his shoulder. Everything was as it had been found before and Diago was satisfied. All in all, it was a good practiced day.
Kin shifted a bit in his seat, seeing them depart. He could have sworn he saw Diago looking down at him. It made the model pout slightly. Oh well. He'd have to come this way to go home, so he was all set in case the boy tried to run. It didn't seem likely, though, with the smaller child still hanging around. If she meant anything to Diago, he wouldn't leave her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:32 am
Sauda's eyes lit up for a moment at that; she liked Richie Rich. She'd liked most of the Home Alone movies, actually. Especially the one with the parrot in it...Hm. Mr. Kin then. That was easy enough to remember. She smiled again, pleased with the idea that she'd see Diago again. "Okay." A nod in return.
The girl scuttled around the baseball diamond, heading around the fence to grab her backpack and haul it up her shoulders. After double-checking to make sure nothing had fallen out, she waited patiently for Diago to return, seeing him soon enough, still holding on to the baseball bat. It must be his; it had never even occured to the kid that Diago might have broken in here. Maybe he'd teach her.
Quietly, she glanced at the black car behind them, unable to see the person's face inside, but curious all the while. He had to be nice; he was Diago's father after all, right? Even if he wasn't, she'd be polite to him. Mommy hadn't been real polite to Diago either. "I've got an idea." She told the older boy, looking faintly pleased with herself. "I'll tell mom I got lost, and then you found me and brought me home. Then she should leave you alone and let me come see you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:48 am
Diago slipped out of the dug-out and closed the small fence leading into it behind him. He linked the chain back through the metal holes in it as well as through the adjoining fence, sealing it closed with a lock he picked up from the grass. "Good thinking. And if you were supposed to take a bus, you didn't make it outside in time."
That'd be for the better, and might keep him from being mauled. One could only hope.
As he led the way down to the car, the window of the passenger side slid down. The blonde man inside was exposed, eying Diago with a pair of golden eyes through a stylishly-unkempt hairstyle the same color. "Hey, buddy! How come you didn't call me before coming out here?"
"How come you drove this car out here?" The teen countered, giving his guardian a half-hearted glare. The porsche wasn't the only car Kin had, nor the most common.
The man inside furrowed his brows slightly, pouting it what seemed to be hurt. Diago was so mean to him. The expression cleared, however, when he caught sight of Sauda. "And who is this lovely young lady?"
"Sauda, this is Kin."
"I'm his dad." A smile.
"She's hitching a ride."
"Alright. You'll just have to tell me the way to go."
Diago kept a frown to himself- nothing seemed to phase this guy. He opened the door behind the passenger seat and slid inside. Sauda could either get in the back with him, or ride shotgun with the model, who only gave an accommodating smile. It was true! Maybe Diago did have a friend!
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 5:24 am
Green eyes were trained on Diago's hands, watching him carefully as he fixed the lock back on the gate. Yes, she wanted to learn how to do that. It looked like fun. "Yeah--I missed it anyway." Thanks to her confrontation with those kids. If she ever went back to school, she'd make sure to pay them back in spades. How to do it verbally however, would be a new problem, one that she'd figure out eventually...
Following after the teen, Sauda paused in front of the car, surprised by how much Diago's dad looked like him. Was he really adopted...? Not exactly missing the partially hostile retort that Diago gave, the girl blinked in surprise when he took notice of her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kin." The girl said quietly, returning his smile with her own, somewhat shy one. Yes, he was nice. He reminded her slightly of Diago.
"It's not far from here." She confirmed, offering him what seemed to be an apologetic smile as she scuttled into the back with the blonde teen. It wasn't that she didn't like Mr. Kin--she just felt more comfortable with Diago. "It's about..." Sauda paused to retrace her path from the bus this morning. "Two blocks down. Then just take a left and it's the third house on the right." A pause for a moment. "Thank you for driving me home."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:17 am
Kin had more of a golden air about him -even his skin seemed to radiate a sort of sheen- while Diago was more of a glowstick. The resemblance was indeed close, but the teen would never admit it should he be confronted with it. It'd probably just make him dye his whole head green and be done with it. Luckily, Sauda hadn't suggested that little detail to him.
"And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sauda." The car seemed to purr to life, easing them smoothly out of its lot and into the open road. "Oh, it's no problem! So, you're Diago's friend? You'll have to come over sometime. Do you like video games? Swimming?"
Two blocks in a matter of minutes and a smooth turn to the left. The teenager stayed silent, fingering the bat set in his lap.
"Is this it right here?" Kin asked, gesturing to the house they now sat in front of.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 6:15 pm
Sauda nodded rather happily at the notion of being Diago's friend, pleased that she finally had one. "I like video games." Yes, video games were quite essential in her little life. She wasn't allowed to play most of them (when Tsunake was awake). "I've never gone swimming before...but I'd like to." It sounded like fun. She wasn't afraid of water. Unless that big, mutant shark was there...
Despite the partially awkward silence, Sauda didn't seem to mind. No, she was content with the thought that she had a friend now, and was thinking about baseball. Maybe she could play again with him sometime, or at least watch him hit the ball some more. She never had a problem with watching people do other things, if they were interesting.
"Yes sir."
She had been about to get out of the car when the vase went flying straight through the window of the house, earning a small sigh out of the preteen. Apparently, this was nothing unusual. The enraged half-demon inside had apparently caught sight of the car, slamming open the door with such force that it shook on its hinges.
Thanking Kin for driving her home, the girl slid out of the car, waving to her mother. Tsunake was down there in about two seconds, narrowed eyes looking over her critically before staring at Diago.
"I missed the bus and got lost." Sauda chirped, pulling on the hem of Tsunake's shirt. "He found me and his dad took me home."
That considerably cooled the woman off, for she straightened, running one hand through a mess of tangled, silver hair. "Did they now? Well that was kind of them..." She was awkward in her movements obviously, not having a lot of contact with people outside of the mansion. "Thank you very much for bringing her home...I'm Tsunake." Apparently she wasn't going to bring up the earlier incident with Diago, embarssed that the teen she had threatened to decapitate was now responsible for bringing her girl home safe and sound. Sauda stood partially behind her, an amused little smile on her face. Good. Everything was working out well.
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