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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 7:06 pm
Olga swung her small gym bag back and forth, which contained her boxing gloves, head guard, mouth guard and wraps, as she walked along after her kick-boxing class. She was dressed in tank top, stripped sweat pants, sneakers and her two toned hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was in an incredibly good mood, as she always was after a good work out during her class. Ever since that weird encounter with that guy in the military uniform, she'd been going at her training harder, and pushing her teacher to be more harsh on her... She stilled in her walk, snapping out of her thoughts to stare at what she was walking by. It look liked a collection of sports fields...here and there she could see some teams collected for some sports like baseball...and then there was some soccer as well! Cool! She had no idea this was here. It was a neat sight. Sprawling fields of green in the city, with the sun starting a slow descent into the horizon...Olga stayed there for a bit, still swinging her bad idly as she took in the view. Xaki Here we are! Hope this is okay! Also sorry, but not sorry for the puns shyanimegrl Any one of you guys can post next, and then we'll settle into an order from there? : )
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 7:53 pm
Somehow Elysha had ended up with a soccer ball to, well, play soccer (also known as a football, as her landlady evidently preferred to call it upon making sure to correct her not once but twice in their conversation pertaining to how she obtained the football ball to begin with) with. The sudden recollection of the event caused her smile to widen as she softly nudged the ball in preparation to kick it at the net. It was a basketball that Elysha had brought along when she moved to Destiny City. The fact that she was wearing her basketball shoes right now along with being clad in sweat pants and a grey shirt with short sleeves could hint at this fact as well as her soccer or football unfamiliarity. Football, or soccer as she had grown up and was at present more used to calling it, was admittedly not a sport she played often. But Elysha was not opposed to but rather did like to try her hand at various sports from time to time. Or foot, she added as an afterthought in silly amusement while she went about entertaining herself. She started taking backward steps after she let the ball come to a halt in front of her. She felt a bit awkward and a sliver of worry bit at her from seemingly out of nowhere with regards to her ball control using her feet. She imagined the ball possibly hitting the pole and bouncing back to smack her in the face if she even got lucky enough for the aim of her foot to bring the ball that close to the goal. This was followed with a recollection of happening upon the soccer ball left in her closet while in the company of her landlady when she first moved into her apartment. That's how their soccer slash football convo started. She blew out a breath as she stepped toward the ball now. Her mind told her she could have set it up to be easier to kick into the net given her fledgling status with regards to playing this sport. But no, she hadn't and this pulled up another memory from years back, the one of being fondly addressed as being a sucker for trouble by a family friend like an aunt to her. Her foot made contact with the ball and sent it flying a short ways before it landed and kept going. And there it went, heading out of the field. ((Eeeeeeep c8;;;;;;; I present how further excitement has lead me to getting carried away ahaha))
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 8:22 pm
Wasn't it strange how people with a common interest in sports tended to aggregate together? Joker, whom had just come from the gym, was wearing a pair of long exercise pants, a slightly loose white t-shirt, and the exercise jacket tied around his waist. He had been running when he paused to drink a sip of his waster; lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth when the water dripped down. These sport fields were a fun spot, ready for any sort of entertainment when you chose to participate. He was happening to pass by Olga.. The soccer ball was coming from his blind spot, so it was completely understandable that Joker didn't see it coming. And with nobody to warn him, he was destined for the soccer ball as it hit him directly in the face. If Elysha's goal was to target a person, she was doing a brilliant job. It sent the male down right in front of Olga to his knees, the instrument of doom then rolling away a short distance to a stop nearby Joker and Olga. Pain seared through his face, "O-owch." You could hear the male exclaim, running a hand over his affected face. Nothing seemed broken or bleeding, maybe just some slight bruising? All of a sudden, the view didn't seem so nice anymore. "I wasn't expecting that.." His face, thankfully undamaged for the most part, was dirty thanks to the accumulation of the soccer ball.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 8:45 pm
She was picking up some moment out of the corners of her eyes. It was times like this she wished she was a chameleon, and could swivel her eyes independently of each other to see all the things but alas! Someone was near her, but what got her attention first was the flying soccer ball---where it wasn't supposed to be. She watched it fly through the air, and it was kinda slow-mo--right up until it whacked someone in the face. The sound that came from Olga was an awkward snort of amusement (because hey, it was kinda funny, if not entirely unpleasant, which she sympathized with) surprise and shock but as the guy went down to his knees in front of her, she was quick to react. She dropped her bag and closed the distance, dropping to a knee in front of him and reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, peering at him with furrowed brows. "Hey? Are you okay, guy--" Hey wait. She got a good look at him, and her cheeks burned a bit. What was up with all the hot guys in this city seriously. Was she in a fan fiction!? An anime!? Actually, it wasn't just the guys, the girls were cute too, like Nadia---Her shipping board was already 100 x more beautiful in this city than back home but hey-- She was getting side tracked. While she waited for affirmation to the guy's status, Olga glanced at the lonely soccer ball, and then out towards the field, waiting to see if it's owner was coming for it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 9:10 pm
Shock, it's the reason she was speechless probably, but with likely also a mix of confusion. Her mouth hung open as she watched the ball keep bouncing strongly. Only one other time today in the time she had been out here did the ball leave her strike with any where close to that kind of power that she had been coming to think of it as a phenomenal phenomenon of extreme rareness. So, when she found herself watching the ball distance itself from her with such force, she was like a deer caught in headlights, except that the collision wasn't with her at the receiving end. "Oh no!" she finally reacted with an audible response after the guy the ball had hit fell to kneeling down. But, she was still coming to the crime scene from a ways a way and had experience of her voice not carrying as far or as loudly as she thought it had. And so, it wouldn't surprise her if her initial exclamation hadn't been heard. "I'm so sorry," she said now that she was beside the two people her ball control fail had reined it. "I'm really really sorry," she went on as she knelt down beside them and asked the injured party while beginning to get more panicked, "I-I, what can I do to help, I'm sorry for hitting you, will water help, should I get you some?" Her mind and gaze swept to the nearby fountain at first and then to the sight of the store across the street as she suddenly thought of the possibility of finding something like a medicine of some sort or a compress. And then she remembered the extra unopened bottle of water in her bag where the ball had unbelievably rolled to a stop not far from, her eyes zooming wildly about from the store to said bag to said ball in the short beats of time that seemed to zip by yet go at an excruciatingly slow pace.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 2:06 am
His hand immediately went to his forehead to steady himself. With Olga running over to him, it took a moment for his vision to clear up, feeling rather than seeing Olga's presence first. "..I'm not dead." That was clear at the very least, and probably the most important fact. Raking back his hair to give the concerned girl a reassuring smile, with purple eyes looking into her. Another voice joined the fray, a girl -- the culprit this time? Nah, culprit wasn't the right word. It was a genuine accident. The way they were so worried about him made him worry in return for their sake. "Don't worry about it, you two." As if to prove it, he dusted himself off and stood up. As a frequent exerciser and well built guy, it would be pretty pathetic if all it took to knock him out was a ball. And besides, "Since a pretty girl would never do it on purpose, right?" He winked at Elysha. His gaze followed Elysha's towards the nearby water fountain. "Give me a second, would you?" Though he wasn't strict on manners, he imagined that it wouldn't be very nice to speak to strangers with a creepy looking face.. Taking a moment to rinse his face off, he returned back towards them, dripping with water. With the brush of the sleeve from his arm to wipe the excess liquid, and a sideway glances at the forgotten ball, he easily picked it up and handed it to Elysha. His full (and undivided) attention this time was focused towards the young women. "I guess I'm pretty lucky, huh? To meet two pretty girls thanks to a soccer ball."
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