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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:34 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 4:16 am
The young girl was nearly a mental wreck, her first day of school ending in shambles--with the added bonus of her giving that kid a bloody nose. She was upset, and angry rather than sad. Though she had debated crying, Sauda had firmly decided against it, finding that anger made her feel much stronger. Her earlier lamentations about her skin color were forgotten; she would not change who she was simply because those, those assholes had called her stuff. Sauda refused to let herself think of the word, her rage blazing white-hot when she remembered what they had called Tsunake. Tsunake wasn't even her real mom, and Sauda knew that she wasn't a whore. Tsunake liked reading stuff about men doing weird things to other men--like making out and stuff. Only when she thought she was alone though. Sauda had gotten good about finding where her mom hid her weirdo magazines.
The green-haired lass had been walking for what felt like ever now, having missed the bus due to her little incident. She had set off in one direction, only to realize she was going the wrong way, and had to double back. A crack split the silence, causing her to look up curiously. A baseball, screaming through the air as it soared without any sign of stopping. Bright eyes settled on the baseball field, realizing who it was. Oh yeah, that crazy guy. The one who Tsunake had tried to kill for first, smacking a baseball at her by accident, and then using Sauda as a hostage.
He had been sorta funny. Sorta scary, but funny.
Certainly not willing to call out to him, (She didn't even know his name) the tween headed down the slight hill, stopping outside the metal fence of the baseball diamond. She seemed content enough to watch him swing, her fingers hooking into the little holes within the fence. This was the first time she had ever gotten so close to another kid (ish) willingly...Sauda didn't have any friends whatsoever. Not wanting to disturb him, she stayed quiet, sliding her backpack off her shoulders and setting it in the dirt before returning her attention to the guy with the hat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:01 am
He shouldn't really be out this late- should have at least checked in at home before coming here. Kin might be worried about him, and yet Diago was almost sure he wasn't. The model had other things to worry about, such as primping himself or stepping all over the poor little man that dared to label himself 'manager'. The teen didn't honestly know why he was still going home to that place, but he was. Once he was sweating and exhausted from his daily activities, it was always that little house by the lake he drug himself back to. The farm didn't want him there anymore. At least Richie Rich (as he so fondly referred to the blonde as in his mind) always greeted him when he did return, and attempted conversations. Kin tried- he'd at least give the man that much.
He wouldn't notice when Sauda approached right away. Another ball would be sent careening into the fence on the side that would have signaled a foul in any real game.
'Why don't you join your school's team?' The blonde had asked him, and he had merely snorted. He wasn't joining any team to play with people he barely knew. And no, he did not want to get to know anyone. He wasn't going to play in a team... this season. Unless that dumb a** of a guardian decided to sign him up. Sounded like something he'd do. He was already on the PTA. Diago didn't like Kin's way of pushing into his life no matter what, and it pissed him off even more that the model wasn't even really prying. He'd yet to ask the boy about where he came from, or about where he went daily. For all Kin knew, he was out getting drugged up and rubbing up against little boys on the bus.
Since when was there a tree over there? The small mixture of green and brown drew his own oddly colored eyes to it. No, this was too small to be a tree... It was a little girl. Big, pale green eyes were staring right at him. Diago turned towards her, shoulders suddenly hunching defensively. Nearby the machine spat another ball over the plate. Strike three. You're out.
The teen turned away from her, nudging a chord nearby with his foot. The mechanical pitcher died, giving him no worries now about getting hit in the a**. His neon green eyes swept over and found her familiar indeed. This girl had both saved him some trouble as well as caused it. What was she doing here?
Unsure of what to do at first, the male shifted the bat from one hand to the other. "Dug-out's right there." He told her, pointing with the thing towards the structure not too far from her. It'd lead inside the field, or at least give her somewhere to sit. "And there's a ball out around there. Pick it up, eh?"
Then he turned away from her, walking towards the fence behind him to pick up the balls he'd missed. He needed to reload the machine anyways.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:51 am
Sauda had completely forgotten about the time, as well as the fact that her guardian would be ripping heads off in an attempt to find her. When the teen had suddenly turned to look at her after fouling, his shoulders bunching up, she simply tilted her head slightly, not intimidated enough to step back. The ball smacked into the net, but he hadn't even moved to hit it, watching her instead. She glanced at the machine as it hummed softly before turning off, then settled her eyes back on the teenager. Did he remember her?
Blinking, she glanced at the dug-out when he pointed at it, then back at ihm, not saying a word. Nodding, Sauda scampered around the gate, sprinting across the field and skittering into the dug-out. Finding the ball, which had rolled under one of the benches, she retrieved it, scuttling back out to trot towards him, holding both hands out to give it to him.
"You hit well." Sauda informed him quietly, not at all afraid of him. Nope, he'd been nice to her after he'd set her down and ran off. Mom didn't like him much, but he didn't seem mean at all. Not like those boys from earlier.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 6:27 am
Diago himself was scanning the area, searching for any signs of silver. The brown-haired woman with the animal ears hadn't been quite as vicious as the gray-haired lady with the nails had been. That meant the little girl he picked up was probably hers. If she was anywhere in sight, he'd probably jump the fence and head home. Luckily, no such insane woman was in sight.
He was dropping balls back into the top of the machine when the girl had run out. One slightly calloused hand extended towards the ball, eyes resting on the top of the little girl's head when she gave the compliment. "Thanks, kid. All in the wrist." And in the constant practice.
His fingers plucked the ball from her hands easily and deposited in the machine deftly, then lifted idly to pull at the front of his hat. "That your school?" He tilted his chin towards the school up the hill. Diago wasn't really a mean boy, but no longer very friendly, either. He was no bully, though.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 6:05 pm
Ohh, Tsunake wouldn't be hiding in wait for Diago. It wasn't really her style. Maybe she'd unleash Alena on him, but she'd do it in plain sight. Nope, the woman was most likely at home, waiting for Sauda. After witnessing the girl's displeasure at having to go to school, this would be one of the last places that she'd look for her.
Sauda seemed interested enough in how the machine worked, watching at how he put the balls back through a hole in the top, where they disappeared out of sight. So they'd come back out through the weird tube-like thing in the center...Blinking, Sauda glanced at his wrists, then at her own, obviously comparing the two to see if there was any difference. Well. His were thicker.
At the mention of school, she frowned, glancing at the forlorn building standing on the top of the hill. "Not anymore." She responded simply enough, not pleased to be reminded of the incident. "I don't need school." Not if there were people like that there. "....Do you go to school?" She tipped her head to the side again, curious. He was bigger than Tsunake, and she didn't go to school....
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 7:18 pm
A brow was quirked as she looked towards the school and told him it was no longer where she went. That was odd. Was she going to skip every day or something? Was she home-schooling? "When did you decide that? You know everything now?" He questioned, more or less amused.
"Yeah, I do." Unfortunately. "I just get out earlier than you would." There. The machine was filled well enough. He caught her checking his wrists and kept a smirk to himself, stepping back a little. His feet were set a little bit apart from one another, and now he took the bat in both hands, right hand over the left.
"If you only use your arms, you'll probably hit a grounder. That's when it smacks the ground and gives the pitcher an easy out." He demonstrated, moving his arms to swing the thing in a rather brunt motion, as if about to club the machine before him. It was stopped before then of course. "If you use your wrists, you're more likely to send it flying. Bases loaded, crowd yowlin'."
He flicked the black hat around so it now shaded his eyes. His foot lightly tapped up dirt when the bat was brought back, then sent arching forth, careening towards the machine. However, the bat came to a halt before the distributer, Diago smirking slightly as he flicked his wrists and had it tap the machine. "Grand slam- outta the park."
Then he dropped the bat again to his side, readjusting his hat, realizing he'd gotten a little carried away. "I don't need school either, but I still gotta go."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:20 pm
Sauda frowned at him, looking quite stern for a twelve-year-old. "I decided it when those boys called me and my mommy stuff." She would most likely go home and tell Tsunake that she wasn't going back--and if she was still forced to go, the girl would probably try ditching....but she didn't know exactly where she could go. Maybe to Catzi's house.
"Oh." So big kids had to go to school too. Well, she was almost a big kid; she hadn't hit thirteen yet, but she was close. She kept her disappointment to herself, instead focusing on his feet and arms. He had taken up the bat again, and was demonstrating. Sauda flinched; she thought he was gonna smack the machine as hard as he had hit the ball.
Mentally, the green-haired lass memorized what a grounder was, and that it was a bad thing. No one wanted to get out and lose. Despite her interest in video games, Sauda seemed to be just as interested in being taught about baseball. Another wince when he swung it hard, shoulders hunched up to her ears as though to block the nasty sound it would make. "Is it hard?" She questioned.
When the boy had lowered the bat once more, fixing his hat, (it looked just fine to her...) Sauda shuffled her feet in the dirt, watching it for a moment. "...Does your mom make you go too?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:52 pm
"Eh?" He listened to her explanation and frowned slightly. So she was getting teased in school? That was nothing really new to him. He'd grown up on a farm in the beginning, and thus he had been penalized by those who knew. 'Do you take the bus or does your mommy drive you here on a tractor?' Yeah, he'd been called all sorts of things, and been accused of being poor. He didn't like it either, but... he hadn't run away. "Sticks and stones, kid. They're just words. You've got 'em too, ya know."
He blinked slightly when asked if it was hard, rolling his shoulders. "Not for me." Not anymore. "You wanna try?" His head jerked slightly towards the field-house that sat beside one of the dug-outs. The door was hanging open there, and somewhere along the wall, a lock lay undone. No, he had not beat the thing off... but he'd picked it. Hey, before he was in the house he was in now, he was running around DT's mansion with tons of hooligans, not to mention he'd been wandering the streets for a while.
Did his...? "No. I don't have a mom." He told the girl, wiping at his forehead. He hadn't had a mother since he left the farm. Damn. What was Kin, anyways? "My...um... housemate makes me go. And his agent drives me there every morning."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:02 pm
"They can't get called a ****** though." She told him, arms folding across her chest. Sticks and stones...everyone knew that stupid thing didn't work. Or maybe she just was bad at using it; it didn't work for her. It had been unlike her to freeze up like that in a bad situation, but those kids hadn't been like Lucien at all...Lucien was almost fun to fight with. And her mom had been there to stop it, if anything.
A blink, and the girl went quiet, staring at the bat for a moment. Then, she bobbed her head once, holding her right hand out to take the bat. It looked heavy, despite how easily he handled it. She shouldn't stay long though, she had enough sense to know that. Tsunake would be worried about her.
He didn't have a mom? Her hand paused, eyes flicking up to his face curiously. "Housemate?" Oh. Ohh. Like those guys in Mommy's books. "Oh, I see." She understood now. "Do you two kiss a lot?" It was a simple, curious question; she had been so sheltered as a child, never introduced to kids her own age. Hadn't exactly done good things for her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:38 pm
"Call them crackers, then. Or honky; whitey. There are all kinds of names for races." So maybe he wasn't going to be the best example for her. "There's gotta be something wrong with them, too. And if not? So what. They don't really have to be super fat to call them 'lard a**' or something. You get what I'm saying?"
Diago visibly blanched at the question, nearly dropping the bat. "K-kiss him?" His face flushed with the thought. "N-no! No way. I don't like to even stay in the same room as that b*****d." He shook his head quickly. Diago barely talked to Kin, much less kiss him. The thought was just crazy. "What the hell gave you that idea?"
Okay, calm down. The teen shook his head one more time before he attempted to carry on.
There were better bats for her in the storehouse, but he handed the bat to her, setting the handle in that awaiting hand. "If you're right-handed, grip the bottom of the handle with your left hand and then put your right hand over that." He demonstrated with his own hands. "And if you're left-handed, it's opposite. Go ahead and give it a couple practice swings if you can. If not, we can go get you a better one from that place over there."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:57 pm
"Crackers?" Hmm. Well...Sauda shifted slightly, apparently satisfied with that. She could do that. "Yeah, I get it." She nodded, offering her first, shy smile at him. It was a good idea. Just because Diago wasn't exactly a good influence didn't mean that she minded at all. It gave her an idea of where to start out on defending herself.
Realizing she made a mistake, the girl backed off slightly, blinking at his reaction. Oookay...but...that wasn't how all the pretty girly-boys in Mommy's books acted. Oh well. "You said you were houesmates...boys don't stay in the same house unless they like kissing each other, right..." She asked uncertainly, picking at her nails. "That's what they do in Mom's books anyway." Whoops.
She'd been right about the bat; it was heavy, but not to the point where she couldn't lift it. Struggling slightly to get a good grip on it, the tween did as she had been instructed. Glancing at Diago once for clarification, Sauda slid her left hand to the bottom, keeping the right on top. Hesitantly, she swung it a few times, the movement almost awkward. How did he make this look so easy...?
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:25 pm
"Yes, men can live in the same house without kissing." He shifted uncomfortably. Seeing the humor in it after she'd mentioned she'd read about it in her mother's books, he laughed. "Okay. So he's really more of my... father. He's older than me, and besides that? He's retarded. I think your ma has been reading a few fantasy books is all. Boys are usually supposed to kiss girls." Okay, so this kid's mom was a bit of a freak. That was okay. He wasn't about to inform her that boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls in about the same ratio as straight people nowadays. It wasn't his responsibility to straighten her out.
She was watched carefully as she swung, the teen nodding to himself. "Good job. Set your feet apart a little and bend you knees a bit. Then try stepping in when you swing with your right foot. It'll help you balance it a little better." The back of the machine was popped open easily, allowing him to slip out a couple balls. "Why don't you go stand at home plate over there and I'll pitch a couple to you. Maybe it'll be easier if you actually try to swing at something."
If she was genuinely interested, he had no problem teaching her. He was excited about baseball, and she was a nice enough kid.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:38 pm
When the boy had laughed, Sauda felt a bit better; he looked rather upset when she had mentioned it. "Ohhh. Like...an adopted father? I was adopted." She nodded quietly, not ashamed of that fact. "They are?" Hm. Well, that was okay too. Sauda didn't really see any difference--some of the boys' in her Mom's books looked more like girls to her...She have to ask Tsunake about that later.
Not feeling like a complete idiot anymore, Sauda shifted her feet away from one another, allowing her knees to bend, giving another practice swing. Stepping forward did make it easier; she didn't feel like she was going to fall over anymore. "Kay." The girl trotted over to the white diamond plate, keeping the bat off the ground so it wouldn't drag. Then, shifting once, she moved back into position, keeping her eyes on Diago.
With any luck, she wouldn't get tackled out of the way of a speeding ball this time. Hopefully he wouldn't throw so hard either; the machine had been spitting the balls at him awfully fast...
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:02 pm
"Yeah, exactly like that." He replied, figuring he wouldn't try to complicate it anymore. Kin had taken him in on... odd circumstances, but it did technically count as adopting him. The model did treat him like a son, more or less... or like a pet, considering the clothes that man tried to get him to wear. "Yeah. Usually in movies it's boy and girl."
Diago wasn't insensitive. He knew damn well if he pitched like the ball distributer had, she'd probably end up with a black eye or bloody nose. He hadn't started out hitting these fast balls either. More like setting the ball on a fence post and hacking at it. When the girl was in place and in position, he shifted one ball into his right hand and lifted it up for her to see.
"Eyes on the ball." Done with that, he bent his arm back to his hip and tossed the ball slowly, underhand. The thing was sent at a small arching motion towards the plate, into batting path should she be able to swing it at the right time.
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