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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 20, 2011 13:29:58 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown (Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar walked to the soccer field, not surprisingly a blank expression on her face. People that knew Skylar knew she had two faces, blank and angry. Sometimes she had a blank angry expression, but for the most part it was one or the other. But right now she chose blank, because she was busy shutting off emotions, and toning out thoughts. Okay, so Liam's brother was at the school, and Liam was going to hang out with him, that was cool, Skylar didn't mind. She wished she knew how to be nice and friendly to people, and how to get along with people, but as is the level four was avoiding her not boyfriend and his brother, because if she didn't... Things wouldn't be pretty.
Under her arm the red-head carried a red and white soccer ball, which made sense because she was heading to the soccer field, and she well.. played soccer. As soon as she was at the edge of the field she dropped the ball, and began to kicking it down the field. Dressed in dark gray skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and completely black converse, Skylar wasn't exactly... dressed to play soccer, but she didn't care. She rarely cared about anything. She focused on the ball, kicking it in goal, retrieving it, kicking it down the other way, repeat. After about thirty minutes the level four peeled her shirt off, a maroon red tank top under it. If she'd thought about it she would have grabbed a bottle of water, but she was just thinking about playing soccer to get her mind of things, she wasn't thinking about silly things like staying hydrated.
She used her t-shirt, to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then tossed it aside, running down field kicking the ball between her foot again. She was so focused on the ball that she didn't realize when someone else was around, and watching her.
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Post by artair on Aug 20, 2011 15:06:13 GMT -6
Artair had a list of things to do that day. He had to dye his hair his natural colour to hide the roots, start on his lesson plans, make time to work out, and to be more productive overall. It was a shame that all of his plans were thrown out of a window since he was just taking his time and reading a novel by the side of the soccer field. If someone was on the field, they wouldn’t have noticed him unless they looked carefully, for he was closer to the school than anything. He blamed the weather for his procrastination because it was too nice to NOT take advantage of. The man would get his ‘To Do’ list completed sometime in the near future, but today was just a lazy day for him.
Don’t get him wrong; he was a man of rules and use the book quite often, but there were just those days where things should be bent and the rules would be one of those things.
The man had been on the soccer field for quite some time now, captivated in the novel. It was calming to him, just to be outside and in the open air as opposed to being stuck inside. When he heard someone approach the field, he looked up from his book and focused his attention to the new presence. He could only let out a ‘tch’ before getting up and moving a little bit closer. If he wasn’t observant, he would have assumed that she just another student. The teacher was observant though, and her red hair was enough for him to clue into who she was.
When the girl took off her shirt, he turned away. He had enough decency to not look at a woman when he had thought that she was going to be half naked. When the science teacher heard the ball started to get kicked around again, he turned around for a brief moment. Artair was relieved to see that she had a tank top on.
She did well on the field, yes, but her techniques could have used some improvements. Watching her for a few more moments, Artair decided to speak up.
“You know, you could have more control of the ball if you used every part of your feet. [/color]” He said, giving her a little pointer. There were more tips he could give her, but for now that was the thing that bugged him the most about what she was doing. It was like she was just kicking the ball for the sake of kicking it. He took a moment to decide if he was going to add another pointer, but he didn’t go for it. He’ll throw it in later if he saw the need to.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 20, 2011 18:37:30 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
“You know, you could have more control of the ball if you used every part of your feet.”
Skylar had been taking a shot when she heard him, and she.. completely missed the goal. She growled loudly, her eyes narrowing into slits, she looked like a snake about to strike. She was doing fine, she was just kicking the damn ball around, what the eff did it matter that she wasn't "using every part of her foot". She wasn't wearing cleats, either, was he doing to say something about that too? Maybe the way she cut and styled her too. Or maybe the color of her socks. Whatever he had to say next, Skylar Brown didn't give a shit.
She glared at him, then took long strides to get to where the ball had rolled. She kicked it up, bounced it off her left knee, and grabbed it out of the air, then turned to walk over to where she'd tossed her shirt. She dropped the ball, putting her foot on top of it, looking like a soccer playing Captain Morgan, and pulled her shirt back on. She didn't care if it was hot, she wasn't about to get more detention tacked on because she decided to violate dress code, and too.. The scar covering half of her left hand was bad enough, she didn't need everyone seeing the ones on her back and shoulders.
"Yeah, okay, every part of my foot, piss off." Skylar looked into the teachers eyes, and it seemed as if an angry fire was dancing behind her cold, forest green eyes. It didn't take much to set her off, especially when she was already in a bad mood. Though, the level four was normally in a bad mood on everyday that ended in 'Y'. "It's kicking a damn ball into a net, it'snot F*cking rocket science." Skylar stepped off the ball, drew her right foot back, and kick the living hell out of the soccer ball, sending it flying into the goal. She turned, smirking at the coach.
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Post by artair on Aug 21, 2011 17:12:25 GMT -6
The man didn’t bat an eye when he saw that she had missed and heard her growl. What could he say to reply to her? Artair knew that he couldn’t try to tell her anything else, since he could never know what would happen with the students around here. They could have reacted normally like any teenager, or they would explode. At the moment though, from what teacher had witnessed and observed, he had a feeling that this may be the latter was the case. He could have been wrong though, since it was just an educated guess.
“If you kick it the way you are, then how do you expect to keep the ball long enough to get it into the net? [/b]” The man asked, smiling at her. He knew he had to keep his cool, but the swearing made the smile weaver. He rambled in his head about how he shouldn’t get into an argument with a student, since he knew what professionalism was. He watched the ball fly from her foot into the goal, and the larger man could only let out a small, amused snort and jogged over to the ball, looking at her as he kept the ball under his foot. “ If it’s not rocket science, then how about you try getting one in the net when there’s some pressure added?[/b]” Artair asked. Was he crazy for playing at the time, since he didn’t have proper clothing to participate? Probably; but they would probably be on fair grounds since they weren’t wearing the attire for the sport. The brunet placed the ball at the top of his foot and kicked it up, so he could catch it in his hands. “ So, what do you say?[/b]” He asked, ready to throw the ball back at her if she rejected his offer. If she didn’t, then he would drop the ball and let her begin, just to give her that little advantage since she was at a handicap for size—and possibly strength.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Skylar Brown on Aug 22, 2011 17:43:00 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar stared at her coach like he was the dumbest person on the face of the earth, and to her, he was. Yes, that's the way she wanted to do, she wanted to kick a ball around and just bullshit with her science teacher. Oh right, no she didn't, because Skylar didn't like people, and didn't feel like being friendly today. She felt like punching a wall, or a face. She tilted her head to the side, looking the man up and down. She could at least get a few surprise punches in before he realized what the hell was going on and stopping her.
“So, what do you say?”
Skylar's head straightened, pulled out of her thoughts about committing acts of violence against her science teacher when he spoke again. She drew in a long breath. "Look. I'm playing again myself, what does it matter if I play right? I guarantee you if I were playing against anybody, they'd receive a bloody nose before they were able to get the ball from me." She took long strides over to the teacher, snatching the ball from his hands. "And I say no. I don't want to play against you, I want you to leave me the F*ck alone. Asshat." She turned on her heel, walking away from him a little ways before she dropped the ball began kicking it down the field again.
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