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[Random thing] Ohh, oh -- oh those su~mmer n~ights! ...and days.
Dorky!Peter is love.
its_game_time wrote in transgenicprose
Initially, this was intended as a playground post locked to some newcomer players, but after typing up these threads, I decided what the hey, I'll make them public and open to whoever. For the most part. Why not.

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[The silence gets a slight, curious headtilt, but Claire's smile doesn't falter -- maybe the young woman's just shy. She can't be entirely sure from this distance, but if she had to guess, she'd put the other at twenty at the very oldest; more like seventeen, maybe.

She scoops the toe of her shoe under another ball, kicking it up into her hands and holding it loosely against her stomach.]
Wanna join me? I'm just goofing around, but if there's something you prefer, I'm sure this place has the equipment for it.

[For a long moment X doesn't move, but then she steps forward into the gym, slowly approaching with her hands still shoved into her jacket pockets. Part of her wonders at this stranger asking her to join her, and as always there's a trailing thread of suspicion there, but there's nothing off or deceptive in her smell, thus the approach.]

...This is fine.

[She stops a little ways away, though, and considers the layout. Even for "goofing around", the rules would have to change if there were two people. So did this woman want her to guard the goal, or have a shooting match?]

What is our objective?

[Claire's... getting a Vibe from the teen, so she has a hunch that asking for her opinion will generate one of those bland "I don't care" responses. She indicates the net with a cheerful nod of her head.] I'll take goalie if you want to do some one-on-one goal shots?

...This thread has the potential to get...pretty funny. |D

Very well.

[Laura ditches her jacket, leaving her in a black tank top, a pair of leather fingerless gloves, and her jeans. Combat boots aren't the best shoes to play soccer in, but she'll manage. And of course she hasn't done much playing, but she's in incredible shape, and this game is really all about applied momentum and calculating angles.

She takes up her position, nudging one of the balls with her feet before looking towards Claire.]


Prepare yourself.

...LOL yes, yes it does. XD

[Claire nods as she gets into position before the goal, legs parted slightly and hands at the ready, tense and ready to move.]

Whenever you're ready.

Here goes~ (...& lol WHY do I just keep thinking COME AT ME BRO! X'D)

[Laura lightly taps two of the balls, setting them slowly rolling, then moves to the third--and totally lets loose with a right-footed straight shot on goal, aiming for the upper lefthand corner of the net. Immediately afterward, she steps back to the second ball, kicking it at the lower righthand corner of the net with her left foot; then she turns with the momentum from the kick and moves to the first ball, shooting right at the middle of the goal, just under the crossbar.

...And all this...in a matter of seconds. |D ]

(LOL XDDD .......sadly, that just brought back memories of certain "witty lines" from Leon... -_-)

[Claire's no professional, by far -- soccer's one of the sports she's played the most in her life, but it was never for a real team as much as it was just with friends. So she knows what she's doing, but she's no pro.

Which is a good thing -- otherwise she'd have three very sore bruises on her ego.

She makes a rapid movement to intercept the first, not expecting that speed -- misses, and then tries to double back for the second -- misses again -- and the third shot is hopelessly lost considering she's still looking for the last one when it goes by. :|

So... Laura will be getting a shocked but impressed look for a few still seconds.]


...Wow.

& HERE'S WHERE IT GETS GOOD/CRAZY/LOLARIOUS (...lmao I do not even want to know.)

[Laura--though she's really more X right now, even if this isn't A Srs Bizniz Life Or Death Matter--hardly pauses, moving to the other three balls Claire had lined up.

And the first is aimed at the upper right corner of the net, and the second, the lower left...and the third, well. The third, Laura sends rolling straight at the goal, but this one she follows; after only two strides, she does a front-handspring, landing with her feet on either side of the last soccer ball--and then she does another, much faster front-handspring, snapping her body through the motion and whipping the ball she'd held clamped between her feet forward, aiming...well, probably straight at Claire.

And X comes up out of her attack it in a ready crouch, likely the same instant that last ball reaches its mark. lol yeeeeeah OVERKILL MUCH??]

XDDD (YEAAAH, just... know that while Chris has some WTF lines, Leon's are downright stupid. |D;;)

[She learns her lesson in that very brief break between rounds, so she doesn't hurry after the shots to the side; she focuses on watching the middle of the net while trying to quickly sidestep when necessary, but those first two shots are still too fast for her to reach in time.

Still, she's right in the middle for when that third one comes -- realizing this, she stays where she is and blocks her chest with her arms right in time for the ball to bounce hard off of her forearms with a loud (and stinging) fumtwang.

...And yeah, that impressed look isn't going anywhere.]

[And on seeing that the last ball would hit and then ricochet, X had quite literally lunged forward into action again; she's at just the right place for a one-touch intercept, sending it back at the goal with a bicycle kick.]

[...Yeah, Claire's. Not even gonna try scrabbling for that one. |D;;

She turns to watch the ball sail past and into the net, blinking as she looks back at the younger woman again.]


...I... guess you've done this before. [And now she feels a little patronizing from before, erk.]

No.

[...She...should probably say more than that, shouldn't she.

...

...Maybe that...]


I do not..."play well with others."

[All said in her usual flat tones. There's no pride, no condescension, no...anything, really, though she does look a little down and away as she says that last bit.]

[She raises her eyebrows at that first part.] You could've fooled me.

[And then she reaches into the net with a foot, nudging the balls free.] Ah, well. If you kick anyone else's butt half as badly as you just kicked mine, it's no surprise people might be a little intimidated. Guys are especially like that, y'know? They can't stand losing. [She glances over her shoulder with a smirk.

A joke, strange girl. Have one.]

[X does not understand jokes most of the time. This is one of those times. :|]

Yes. The male ego is purportedly a delicate entity, and their testosterone levels heighten their competitive drive, often resulting in overemotional or illogical behavior.

[...Attempt at engaging in small-talk, Laura makes one. Aaaaand fails at it miserably, lol. Not that she knows that--clueless = very yes.]

Though I have found that females are more inclined to bear grudges, increasing their threat factor by 65%.

[She'll assist with the balls, helping to line them up, then moving to take Claire's place in the goal.]

[Her eyebrows rise a little higher at all that.]

...Oh. [It's a delayed response, since she's not entirely sure how to reply. The girl didn't sound sarcastic, at any rate.

She considers the latter statement.]
That does make sense. [She moves to take the offensive position, adjusting the first ball with a tap of her shoe and briefly studying Laura's stance for a hint of some strategy.] Kinda throws a wrench in all those evolutionary theories, huh? About males being the bigger threat in nature.

[Another joking smile, and then she takes the ball with her several steps before delivering a solid kick, aiming for the bottom right corner of the goal.]

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