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"Skinny a**? What the ******** ever." Porsh didn't even bother lowering her voice as she grumbled, it would have defeated the purpose. Her as was quite luscious for a white chicks, thank you very much. She might have have had an excess of junk in her trunk, but she enough to hold onto, and that was really all you needed.

She wasn't truly insulted by the comment, not really. Sure she'd bitched, but she was grinning as she got to her feet and moved to join the captain at her table. Making herself as comfortably as she could in a folding metal chair. That involved an impressive amount of slouching, her hands folding over her stomach, and her ankles crossing beneath the table. Her ability to throw of casual insubordination was renowned.

"What's shakin' capt?" Whether or not she truly cared if she got a spot on the team was hard to tell. She'd made the effort to haul her a** down there in the cold, even shelled out the money for the bus, so clearly she felt it was worth her time, but you couldn't tell by her attitude or behavior if she were actually interested, or if she'd just thought the try out would provide a bit of fun.

Considering what the sport offered though, it was a fair bet she cared a little more then she was letting on. Poe liked fighting, it was her favorite hobby, and roller derby was pretty much brawling on wheels.

The lazy smile that had blossomed into place on Poe's plum painted lips only seemed to spread as the Captain corrected her informal, and rude, acknowledgement. "Aye aye sir, anything you say." She had called herself mister after all, so really, Poe was just giving her what she'd asked for.

As far as knowing the sport? The teen had a fair idea for the basics, but aside from that she was mostly clueless. "Skate around a track and kick the s**t out of each other to score points?" She was sort of right, but there was a lot more two it then that, and even Poe knew that.

Though it wasn't technically a compliment, Poe took the pretty comment as such, grin broadening. If Venice thought the rebellious teen was a stranger to violence, she'd be sorely mistaken. "Lady, I take that sort of punishment on a weekly biases. I can take anything you can dish out, and serve it right back at you." Cocky? Yes, but she had good reason to be. Poe had been fighting since before she'd reached double digits in age, and with the help of some after school programs she was pretty damn good at kicking the s**t out of people.

"And I'm 17," she frowned at the jab at her age, then rolled her shoulders in a careless shrug. "Or 18, whichever you like best."

She sat up when Venice mentioned fireworks, fingers curling into a loose fist in her lap as the other hand came to cradle it. She resisted a very serious urge to quote Katy Perry, and instead did her best to just look eager. If the captain wanted fireworks, then that was what she would get.

When Venice talked, Porsha actually listened. Taking mental notes on the more intricate details to the game that she hadn't known about previously. So the blockers were the ones that got the most action? Sounded like a wonderful position for the ballsy teen. She wasn't very large or opposing, but what she lacked in size, she made up to in know how and pure spunk. Pivot didn't sound too bad of a role either, but the team already had one.

When the captain mentioned needing permission to join, the teen only smiled, doing her best not to smirk. So long as Poe didn't have to physically drag her mother down here to sign something, getting a signature on a permission slip wasn't going to be difficult, she'd been forging her mom's sig for years now.

Like it was hard when there was nothing else to compare it to.

Venice beckoned, and the teen rolled up to her feet and followed, hands slipping into her back pockets. She eyed the track, then dropped her attention down to the skates, smile slipping just slightly. She hadn't been wheels of this sort in a very long time. Hopefully it was a lot like riding a bike, and once you learned you never forgot.

Perching on the steps, Poe grabbed a few sets of skates, looking at the sizes printed on the inside of the tongue, then pulled a pair on when she found one her size. They weren't half as fancy as the ones the other woman had strapped on, but as Porsha got to her feet she could tell they'd been taken care of. The wheels spun easily, there was no wobble. She pressed her toe into the ground to keep from rolling off, then returned her hands to her back pockets, hip jutting to one side. Perpetual attitude, Porsha had it.

"Well, Now that I'm out of school," read, drop out. "I find myself with a lot of free time, and not enough things to fill it with. I've been taking classes for self defense and various other styles of fighting over the years, never really focusing on one or another, but rather soaking in a lot from many. I like fighting, dancing, some sports, and I hate loosing." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, lips pursed.

"Collage? No." She didn't even have to think about it. "I stuck with school up until my last year in high school, but the teachers and I didn't really see eye to eye." She'd done just fine with her homework, she'd even maintained good grades, but the ladies in charge had not appreciated Poe's penchant for picking fights between classes. She'd been suspended a few times, told she'd have to repeat the grade due to missing too much class, and respectively told them all they could go fornicate themselves.

"Trust me, I'm more then just a pretty face and a wicked left hook." She grinned, then turned her concentration down to the steps as she made her way up them as carefully as possible. Falling or twisting an ankle would certainly not impress the captain.

She continued her careful progress until she was down in the middle of the rink, silver eyes rolling at the jab to her age. Yes, she was young, but not that young.

"Stamina, I've got that." Speed? They'd see. On foot, sure, Poe could sprint with the best of them, but on skates? She wasn't sure yet.

Her first few rolling steps were cautious, and probably didn't convey a whole lot of confidence, but she wasn't about to rush into it and fall on her a**. When she had gathered her balance she moved to pick up speed, falling into the familiar motion after a moment or two. It was kind of like riding a bike, and she did recall the mechanics once she was on the move. That was satisfying.

Growing a little more bold she put on a bit more speed, steadily increasing her pace through out the first of the two laps before simply working on maintaining smooth rhythm and steady speed. It might not have been as fast the other girl's trying out, but it was the first time she'd been on skates in years. The more she practiced, the better she'd get.

When she finished the last lap she let herself slow gradually before rolling back into the center and stopping in front of Venice.

Porsha caught Venice's arm when it was offered out as a convenient means of stopping, but once she'd stopped rolling she let go, once again decently balanced on wheels she hadn't been on in ages. There was something to be said the balance of a practiced fighter, she assumed that was helping a great deal with keeping her upright. Either way, she was happy with herself for not falling on her a** in front of the captain, and despite her ragging on her speed, Poe got the sense the other girl had been at least mildly impressed.

"It's a little impressive you could figure that out with a glance, but you're right. I haven't touched skates in years, not since I grew out of the pair I had when I was 12." A little too much sharing, but whatever. She'd liked skating when she was younger, frequenting the roller rink and tearing up the sidewalks around the city, but once her teens hit, those sort of carefree hobbies just kinda fell to the wayside.

She grinned as Vee mentioned her being a secret weapon. "I could do that." It happened often enough. People were always discounting her as too small, or weak, and she took great pleasure in laying them all out on their asses.

Poe let herself roll along easily as Vee pulled her around to a table, and she glanced at all the girls gathered around it, curious which were already on the team and which were here to try out like she was. It became obvious which was which though when they were introduced to her, and she offered a smile or her hand wherever needed. Exchanging pleasantries.

Mention of the release form had her rolling her eyes though. "Bruises don't bother me, I've already got my hair share." They were just all currently covered up, but they were certainly there. "I already told you, I can handle anything you can dish out." She glanced down at the paper pushed in her direction, then added her signature without hesitation. Then added her mother's signature just as fluidly.

(Omg this is forever old.)

Po let herself be pulled away from the table and towards the track, one hand raised to wiggle her fingers towards Venice, a silly grin on her face. Okay, so she'd forgotten how fun being on wheels could be, and she was feeling pretty confident about what she was about to attempt. Despite being unsteady on skates.

She figured it was probably like riding a bike. Once you learned, you never really forgot, and it was only a matter of getting your barrings back before you were doing wheelies and riding no handed. Okay, so maybe not the same thing, but hopefully the same principle.

The hand that connected with her shoulder as they got into position startled the teen. It was nothing but a reassuring pat, but that palm had come down with force, and all at once Po realized just what she was up against, and if she had any hope of getting around this woman, she was going to have to pull out all the stops. So getting her game face on, the teen hunkered down into a position she hoped would help her launch forward, and waited.

Venice gave the start, and Jane was pelting forward like a bat out of hell, and Po stared after her dumbstruck for all of a second before putting wheel to the track and taking off after her. The b***h was fast, Porsha had been right about never really forgetting how to skate. It took half a lap, but she got her legs under her and sorted out, and once she found her balance she was speeding forward after the other woman.

Within seconds she'd managed to not only catch up, but pass Jane with a combination of luck and relearned skills, but her delight and smugness for having passed Venice's little test was short lived as the other woman sailed right back up on her heels and did all in her power to pass the teen. She did it, but Po managed a few nice shots at Jane before she'd managed to pull ahead.