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 Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:05 pm
Group activities were not Sweet Surrender's thing. Then again, nothing really was his thing. Unless 'giving up and going home to sulk' counted as a thing. Because then he was a master at a thing. The Phonyland daycare was starting to get overflowingly full with all the babbens running around, and it was kind of cramped, dark, and like staying in a factory farm cell. To try to prevent lawsuits, they let the children out for some fresh air every now and then. Today's activity was dodgeball. Sweet Surrender had already been picked last, and was currently hiding in a back corner, trying to not get hit in the head. He knew he was going to be thrown out, but he really didn't want to get hit in the head. Some of the other foals were mocking him. They were calling him a wuss, and his dad a manwhore. Both were true. But they didn't have to be so mean about it. Surrender quivered and neverously avoided a couple slow moving balls. It was only a matter of time before he'd be out of the game. Maybe it would be better if he were; at least then he wouldn't have to hear the teasing.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 6:58 pm
 Po-TAY-Toes hated sports. She loathed them, despised them, reviled them with every inch of her being. The only ones that were worthwhile were fencing, which was like larping with live steel and therefore a suitable family activity, and extreme potato counting, which nobody at this stupid daycare enjoyed. Coupled with her hatred of sports was her status as the resident HUGE NERD; when asked to bring in her favorite book for storytime, she'd brought in the Hobbit and the supervisor refused to read it because it was too long. So far, she'd managed to avoid getting hit by the dodgeballs; rolling and dodging ran in her family, and she'd gotten to the back corner without incident.
She wasn't alone in the corner. An earth phony- a kind of scrawny colt- was also cowering away from the shrieking horde of savages. "Oh, you're hiding back here? Smart move." She craned her neck, looking for any potential threats. "This game is the worst."
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:10 pm
Surrender almost shrieked when the pegasus talked to him. He was in such a "zone" trying to not be mortally wounded by rubber balls that he had momentary tunnel vision for everything else. "I hate this game." he said in a whisper, almost to himself. Another ball zoomed by, and he ducked. He was sure they were intentionally trying to kill him. She was still next to him. That wasn't right. She should be moving. If they stood by each other, they'd be a larger target. Two soft, fleshy targets ready to be bruised by a hard throw. Didn't she know it was dangerous? "Hi," he finally spit out, "you probably don't want to be next to me. A lot of balls come this way." There. That was nicer than shouting 'MOVE. YOU'RE RUINING MY SAFE CORNER'. Hopefully she wasn't psychic, because he was totally thinking loudly.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:32 pm
"Don't worry about it, dude," Tater said with a shrug. "You just gotta duck. And look- there's way more balls in the middle. It's safe here, and you seem to be cool and have the right idea in that you're not taking part in this barbary. So I think we should chill here!" She faced him and grinned cheerily. "I'm Po-TAY-toes, but pretty much everybody just calls me Tater." A red ball shrieked overhead, and she tucked her wings into her flanks to avoid it. "Or..." she said, thinking as she ducked. "We could pull off a dangerous mission. To the other side of the battlefield. If we team up, we can get over there ok, I think- and if we make it back there, we can sneak off and go do something that doesn't suck. What do you think?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:45 pm
What?! What was this crazy talk?! "I'm Sweet Surrender, and I don't have a nickname." Introductions were even harder to get right in this situation. "I'm not sure about going through there, Taters. Everyone on the other team is really good, and I'm really bad at this game. I'm bad at every game. I-I-I'm willing to try, but it's going to turn out horrible. It could be the worst thing to ever happen. It might be the end of the world. That bad. Maybe even more horrible." Surrender stopped talking momentarily to breathe. He was sucking in short, sharp breaths of panic. Maybe Taters had the right idea..... "But I'd love to do something that doesn't suck. How are we going to do this?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:40 pm
Taters surveyed the field like a general ready for battle. "That's ok, Sweets." She ignored the fact that he didn't have a nickname. In her world, everybody had a nickname. Sometimes several. "It's no shame to not be good at a game this lame. How many pro dodgeball players do you know of? Ever talk to a phony with a friggin' dodgeball cutie mark? Of course not, because it's dumb. So let's make like a banana and get the heck outta here. If we stick to the sidelines, they'll spot us for sure, but if we run right through the middle, we'll get caught in the crossfire. We could try the lighter density areas... but no, they'd spot us. Hmm." She tapped her chin, thinking. What would Aragorn do?
"What we need is a good diversion. Or... no. Sometimes the only way out of an unwinnable situation is to cheat. A little. If you get hit, you're out of the game. If you're out of the game, you can go to the side. If you go to the side, you can either try to catch a ball and get back IN the game... or you can just hightail it out of there. Go with me on this for a moment: What if we hit each other? We get a couple of balls and toss 'em real light at each other, then we head out of here and go do something awesome. How does that sound? I promise I won't throw it hard enough to hurt," she said with a wink.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 7:10 am
Surrender was sure Taters was off her rocker! Intentionally getting out? They didn't have to throw balls at each other to do that; if they stood here chatting long enough, it would just happen. It did seem better to get hit with a softly thrown ball from a friend than a hard one from an enemy though.
"Can you get out by friendly fire? You can in a warzone, and this is kind of a warzone, but I don't know if the daycare has any house rules for or against it." In actuality, he didn't know what the regular rules of dogeball were. Surrender was just trying to sound smart.
He looked at all the balls whizzing around, for the most part, it seemed like they were being ignored. Still, it would be wise of them to plan and act quickly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 9:12 am
Grinning like a madman, the pegasus filly grabbed a stray ball. "Who's gonna tell on us? They're too busy trying to give each other concussions. They'll all assume that one of them tagged us out, and we'll go do something awesome." Gently, she tossed the ball at Sweet Prestige, hitting him softly in the chest. "Now quick, hit me before anybody figures out what we're doing!" she said, spreading her wings to give the broadest target area.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 3:40 pm
That was probably the softest he had ever been hit by something! Maybe this wasn't such a horrible idea. Sweet Surrender grabbed a ball to throw at Taters and hoped he didn't miss. She was less than a foot away, but there was still a chance he could miss; it would have been just his luck. The ball dipped low, and hit one of her back legs. Whew. He hammed it up for effect, "OH NO! I can not believe that I was hit and am now out! The horror, the horror." Sweet Surrender quickly ran to the sidelines.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 9:46 am
Like an elegant dying swan, Taters spiraled down to the ground. "Alas! I, too, have been tagged! I am out! Sadly do I leave the field of this hard-fought battle!" She glanced around to see if any of the others noticed her theatrics, but by and large they were too busy pummeling each other to pay attention. Quickly, she scooted to the sidelines where her new friend was waiting. "See? Nobody noticed! Now let's ditch and go somewhere awesome. I'm thinking we hit up the candy store and get back here before anybody cottons to the idea that we've gone on the lam." She threw a leg around Sweet Prestige's neck in a victory hug, then gave him a victory headbutt. Step One of Operation: This Game Sucks So Let's Ditch was complete!
Step Two was finding a better name for it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 8:11 am
Sweet Surrender was really satisfied. Not only had he gotten out of Dodgeball, but he made a new friend! "Thank you, Taters, for sticking by me and helping to save me from that horrible, horrible game. I feel a lot better now that I don't have to worry about balls flying everywhere." Although, he did have a bit of a headache from that headbutt. He'd have to ask her nicely to never do that again. He smiled, "The candy store sounds great! I think I owe you a treat or two for being so awesome."
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 8:29 pm
Taters shrugged. "No problems! When you're loyal to somebody great like you, you get to do great stuff with them!" She grinned again- did she ever stop grinning? "Plus, there's really only so much ball action anybody should be able to take before they need to go do something else."
And so off the pair went, both the better for their newfound friendship.
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