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Post by shanecharlestone on Aug 7, 2011 16:04:47 GMT -6
Sweat was clinging to his arms and chest as he stood there, waiting for the next pitch from the machine on the pitcher's mound, pale eyes focused intently on the opening. He'd been here for an hour, repeatedly emptying and refilling the object, under close supervision of course, cranking the balls out into the outfield time and time again, letting out his pent up frustration the only way he knew how; through intense physical activity. It was one of those early September days, where the summer heat still rendered the day stifling, which may or may not have been contributing to how he was feeling, but at the same time, it helped to tire him out. Hopefully his sleep would be a little easier tonight... no doubt the next few weeks were going to be rough.
Arms flexed powerfully to bring the aluminum bat around, whistling through the air as it made contact with and crushed the ball all the way to the tall fence at the back of the outfield, and with the way he felt like he was drinking his air, he figured it was probably best to take a breather, especially since he'd have to go out and gather the baseballs again in order to reload the pitching machine. He leaned on the bat, trying to settle his breath, raising an arm to wipe the sweat from his brow after removing his ball cap. Fall definitely couldn't come soon enough; he was ready for cooler weather again.
In all honesty, Shane didn't even want to be here; in fact, he'd much rather be six feet under than wasting everyone's time trying to rehabilitate what couldn't be changed. How irritating.
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Post by alexkilmartin on Aug 7, 2011 18:28:07 GMT -6
Alex was in her dorm trying to decide what to wear. She had finished the classes she would actually attend for the day. So here she was, picking out clothes. It was way too hot out there, there was no way she was going to wear the school uniform when she wasn’t going to be in a classroom. She put on some teal athletic shorts with white trim, a white tank top and white sneakers. Alex put her hair up in a low ponytail and put her teal baseball hat on her head, carefully pulling her ponytail through in the back. She grabbed her black sunglasses off her nightstand and headed out the door.
Alex slipped the sunglasses on her face and continued walking, not sure exactly where she was going. She didn’t have any plans. Off in the distance she saw someone at the baseball field. She figured she could check it out. Alex had just signed up to be the third baseman…well woman on the co-ed baseball team earlier that day. She started heading over that way. As she got closer, she could see a guy hitting baseballs. She stood there for a few moments and watched him. She watched his arms flex as he swung the bat. The bulging of his biceps was so hot. She liked a guy who didn’t mind sweating. A guy who could actually keep up with her working out, and would not be intimidated with how physically fit she was.
She saw him stop swinging and lean on the bat, so she decided to approach him. She walked slowly over to him. As she got closer, she saw he had gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair. He was exactly her type. When she was in front of him, she smiled at him and in her most seductive voice said “Hey sexy.”
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Post by shanecharlestone on Aug 11, 2011 0:52:20 GMT -6
Shane wasn't exactly expecting someone to turn up on the field, given that most had classes right now; his course load was small, allowing him a lot of freedom when he wasn't confined to the rooms. It was also ridiculous how others stared at him, as he looked more like an adult than a student, even if he was only seventeen. Was probably the height and his well honed muscles that made him look more like he ought to be a phys. ed teacher than a student. Still, someone approached him, and her greeting was... odd. That was the only word he could use to describe it, and in response, he looked behind him a moment before down at himself, then back to her, a brow lifted curiously.
Sexy? Me? Are you sure you don't have your beer goggles on? He asked, straightening off the bat before slinging it across his shoulders, hanging both wrists off either end. If so, it might be time to renew your prescription. Or think about a new brand.
Oh, how cripplingly low his self esteem could be; anyone who looked like him and couldn't face themselves in a mirror obviously had some severe issues, He knew this, of course, in a round about way; he just wouldn't admit it to himself. |
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Post by alexkilmartin on Aug 13, 2011 14:54:21 GMT -6
Alex frowned slightly as he spoke. “I wish I was completely wasted or high, that would make being stuck in this hellhole so much easier. But, unfortunately for you, you get me 100% sober. I haven’t been able to find anyone who has anything or a way to get anything around here yet,“ She told him bluntly not bothering to hide her addiction from him. What was the point? Everyone in here had fucked up somehow, sharing the fact that she liked drugs and alcohol wasn’t a big deal to her. Besides, she figured the more she shared that fact the better the chance she thought she had of finding someone here who could hook her up.
She watched him holding the bat across his shoulders, and couldn’t help but think of how sexy he looked like that. Her smile returned and she said, “Yes, I think you’re sexy as hell. I like guys who are athletic and not afraid to sweat,” While Alex liked guys who were not very athletic, she never liked them more than friends. There was just something about a guy who was fit that turned her on. “Are you on the baseball team here?” she asked and hoped that he was so she could see him at practices. And maybe she could get him to give her some bating lessons.
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