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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:10 pm
"Over here!" The guy, who on the app was registered as 'sirscuttlebug' was standing in the middle of the larger portion of the park's open space, two children's soccer goals set up at either end and one large bright orange and black soccer ball held aloft.
Mehtab had joined the meetup app in hopes of finding new places to hang out, but more often than not, he was looking and finding random events to go to. So far, he'd been to a wine tasting, an art exhibition, a farmer's market, two basketball matches, four bars, and one really awkward pride festival. Not bad but all just very interesting. Today's even however was a soccer match, and it already looked like people had gathered and were being split into teams.
His team was to be team Produce. He called dibs on being the team lettuce. Why? So as he went up to each of his fellow teammates he could tell them, "Lettuce have a fun game."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:30 pm
"Um." Guen fidgeted with her hair and stared worriedly at the undersized goals and the gaggle of people arrayed between them. Soccer at the park had, in the abstract, sounded more fun than hanging around and waiting for her mom to find more ways to ask if she'd 'figured out her life yet', but in reality... She inched forward nervously as they began to divide up into teams. Team Produce was already forming up and giving out nicknames, while team The Artist Formerly Known As simply milled around and looked brooding. " Um," she added with slightly more urgency. What if no one noticed her? What if she didn't get picked? What if she had to be the team turnip?
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:39 pm
As the teams began to form, Mehtab noticed one girl standing and looking a bit lost as where to go. Puffing up, he strode over to her, taking the task of recruitment upon him self.
"Hey." He motioned for her join him and the others, all using some green duct tape to make arm bands so they'd not kick the ball to the other team.
"You should join us. We need another person." Someone from the other team commented how no, no one liked Produce, it was rotten. Mehtab just snorted and smirked.
"Unlike the former artists, we aren't made of rotten apples. And we have green as our team color. It'll match your hair." Mehtab felt he was making for a very convincing argument.
"You can even pick a nickname for yourself. I picked lettuce." He was better than a car sales man if he said so himself.
"So, lettuce show you a good time yeah?
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:48 pm
"H-hi," Guen managed, suddenly unable to form sentences. Had it really been that long since she'd socialized like a regular person? She watched dazedly as someone wrapped green tape around her upper arm, trying to process what was happening. "Um," she added helpfully here and there. Something about rotten. Produce. Nicknames. Yes, and she wouldn't have to be turnip! She could do this. She was really not too bad at soccer, all things considered. It was one of the only things she still liked about herself. "Asparagus," she managed timidly, clearing her throat. "Hem hem, ah, that is, I'd like to be the team asparagus, if you'll, um. If that's ok." Guen glanced down at her shoes for a moment, then summoned up a tiny bit of DETERMINATION." Lettuce go!?" She cried, and pumped her fist in the air uncertainly.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:59 pm
The girl seemed to want to play, but just wasn't the most vocal about it. That was fine however. You didn't need to say much when playing. Maybe yell or taunt but that was a matter of preference really.
"Alright!" He slapped her on the back. "Asparagus it is. You're packed with strong vitamins and nutrients. I'll 'spaagus' you all the details." He laughed at his own terrible pun.
At her cry Mehtab gave her a thumbs up and a wink. "That's the spirit! Lets go show em what we're made of!"
Forming the line the ball was kicked off-
And the game was afoot. Literally. The ball was sent right towards Guen.
WHAT WOULD SHE DO?
Her team was counting on her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 12:12 am
This was it. This was her moment. The ball rolled to her as if in slow motion, and it was time - time to Do The Thing. It slid into her foot and she began dribbling it effortlessly, but in no time she was surrounded by Artists. Guen paused uncertainly, but then - No! She would not be defeated by mere art! "UM," she cried in obvious distress, " Lettuce!" She kicked the ball toward him as hard as she could. Ganbatte.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 12:19 am
The fires of the game had been lit within him, and as he watched the ball spin effortlessly by Asparagus's leg work he know. He'd found the team's ace.
"Got it!" He waved towards her, and the ball was sent towards him. As they moved up the field he could feel his heart racing with excitement. This was what he'd been hoping for.
Only about midway did he suddenly find the path was closing up. He tried to kick it to another member-
But the artists cut his pass off.
"s**t! Cut him off!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 12:30 am
NO!
THE BALL!
It had been smooth sailing, beautiful like a high heeled pink rhinoceros prancing through the Serengeti - Lettuce in possession, she running behind and sort of mentally cheering him on. Teamwork.
And then he'd been cornered and tried to pass, and the Artist menace stole their glory.
"Um, I'm afraid," Guen began, throwing herself in front of the oncoming art assault and lowering a shoulder, "I can't, um, let you do that."
She blocked them with her shoulder while kicking out with her foot - ultimately landing on her butt but sending the ball safely flying away. Be free, ball. Free as the wind blows, free as the grass grows.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 12:45 am
"PARTY FOUL!" Cried an artist.
"NO WAY!" Yelled Carrot.
"SHE HIT HIM!" Another artist defended.
"GIRLS DONT HIT!" Peppers chimed in. Suddenly-
"YOU WANNA SEE HOW HARD I CAN HIT?" this from fellow produce, Grape.
"YOU WANNA GO?"
"HEY STEP OFF!" Some really buff artist stepped in front of the pair.
"LETS DO THIS!" Peppers and another produce were taking their shirts off. It was about to go down.
"YOU ******** WOT MATE?" Apparently one of the artists was British and knowing them, would end the fight in fist cuffs because that was historically what a lot of British artists did.
Meanwhile, Lettuce had the ball. Only, he was holding it and walking calmly to the goal.
He waved at Asparagus and motioned to the goal. So long as the others remained arguing, they could sneak a goal.
Rules be damned.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 2:17 pm
Asparagus, still sitting on the ground, simply blinked in dazed amazement.
Oh dear, a part of her thought. That's certainly against the rules.
The rest of her however was ecstatic. Yeah. Break those lame rules, Lettuce. Be a rebel. For king, for country...
For produce!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 9:34 pm
Mahtab was not spotted until it was too late, the ball throw into the goal and him yelling 'Goal' like he was at a south American soccer match. At that point, bunch of people were wrestling, and others were just talking and the produce goalie was looking to have curled under the goal and started to nap. Everyone was mature and the game had pretty much ended. It was a good day.
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