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Post by Olivia Landon on Mar 14, 2009 19:09:21 GMT -5
Olivia stood in the middle of the gym in her gym uniform. She was anxious from class to end. Gym was always torture for her. It was just a cruel excuse for "exercise" when really the teacher would just torture them. She watched with the others in her class as the teacher got the class ready for ....Dodge Ball. The most dreaded game ever invented by man.
Olivia gulped. Her stomach turned at the idea of being hit repeatedly by a stupid red death ball. She looked around for anyone that could be a shield. She knew it was the wrong way of thinking about it but this game just made you into an evil person.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 14, 2009 19:21:21 GMT -5
I had laid down on the floor, streaching my legs. God, i hated this class, it was always about two things: Violence and a reason guys see us in short shirts. Good thing my little abbiltes during these hours of excuritating pain were VERY helpful! A little flick of the wrist and my body was free of anything that would cause blood or pain even though it would heal like that. I jumped up, pulling my shorts down. "This blows" I said, putting my hands on my hips as buggered over to Ollie.
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Post by Olivia Landon on Mar 14, 2009 19:48:53 GMT -5
Olivia nodded in agreement with Callie. Her power of telekinesis would help her out some but she just got too nervous around flying objects especially when they were directed at her.
The gym teacher blew his blew to call class to order. "Alright everyone count off 1's and 2's to see which team you will be on." The gym teacher started at the front of the line and from then a long line of people going 1 and 2 began. Olivia waited until it was her turn, "One" She dearly hoped her team was good so she would likely not get anywhere close to the ball.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Mar 14, 2009 19:59:00 GMT -5
Gym class. The two words said it all. Really no one liked gym and if they did they were the true freak. Gabe's skipping days for this class were up. The teacher told him one more day and he would fail and that was something Gabe truly didn't need on his record. So here he was, standing in the middle of the gym in his gym clothes. He felt so out of place in this uniform.
He waited down the line as everyone called out numbers for their team. "Three.. Gabe smirked at his answer. The gym teacher didn't think it was so funny.
"Danvers!" Gabe sighed at the lack of humor. "One" Gabe answered dryly.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 14, 2009 20:09:28 GMT -5
I bite my lip, annoyed as the butch started pointing out numbers. "2" She/he said, poking me. I scouffed taking a large red ball from the bin. I focused my eyes on my victims for the 1st round as my eyes landed on Gabe Dogeball was created by Satan...and that was his gift for people like me.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Mar 14, 2009 20:23:37 GMT -5
Gabe just stared at Callie as she took the ball from the bin. It was just his luck that he would be put against HER. He just walked over to the middle line and open his arms out wide to make himself an easy target. He wanted to get it over with quick and easy. Just one hit and he would be out for next round.
The coach blew his whistle at Gabe. I don't think so Mr. Danvers. Get back over there. Gabe cursed under his breathe at the coach. He walked back over at his timid teammates, including Olivia who was Callie's friend. He decided to stick close to her since he figured Callie wouldn't likely hit him if it was next to her friend.
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Post by Olivia Landon on Mar 14, 2009 21:22:54 GMT -5
When Olivia heard that Callie was going to be on the other team, her stomach turned. She hated to be separated from people she knew when Olivia was in an awkward situation. Against her better judgment, Olivia walked over to the other end of the gym. The game was able to start, but one of her teammates, Gabe, paused the game for a moment. She didn't really get the guy too much. Most of the girls hated him since he hated us right back. So when he came up to her and stood close by, Olivia didn't know what to think. She felt even more unease.
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Post by Tristan Tovius on Mar 16, 2009 5:06:22 GMT -5
Tristan walked into class a minute late, the teacher (Also the swin coach) Nodded at him, and shouted. "Pick a team!" Since both teams were equal.
He looked at both sides, one had Callie, the other that kid Gabe, and Olivia. He decided to pick Callie's side, he didnt get that kid.
"What up Callie," HE said staning next to her, remembering the night they spent togehter.
"Ready to throw some death balls at people?" HE said, cracking a smile, and getting into a position to run, with his leg streached out as far as heliked it, and the other touching the wall. THe teacher blew th wistle.
"Ready to DIE!" HE shouted running up and gather as many balls as he could, and throwing the first one blindly until he coulds get his bearings.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 16, 2009 17:11:04 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes in awe at Tristian. I have to admit that I hated him, and regreated what had happen between us, but thats life. I sighed thinking back to the drunk club haze. He was so imature and full of shit....and he choose my team. I braced my feet to the ground, focusing my eyes onto Gabe, my fingers grabbing the ball until my knuckles turned white.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 19, 2009 1:26:43 GMT -5
Rosalie sat up on the bleachers watching everyone. She had used the classic, stomach ache excuse. Despite her evil nature, she didn't want to hurt people, and usually in this bloodbath called dodgeball, someone was gonna get hurt. She broke out of her thoughts as a ball came hurling towards her, she caught it with ease, then threw it at the unlucky soul who had the nerve to throw it at her. She laughed as it hit him. She thought back and recalled his name to be Tristian, no matter, as long as he got the message. 'Do Not Mess With Rosalie Hale'. She went back to watching the class, her eyes daring anyone to throw something at her.
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Post by Tristan Tovius on Mar 20, 2009 1:35:42 GMT -5
Tristan got hit with the ball that slipped from his grasp when he threw it. He didnt expect anyone to be in the bleachers, so he didnt check to see if anyone would have got hit. He looked over at her after being hit by the ball, and getting out. everyone said.
He saw a very pale, blonde sitting there like she was amoung commoners. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. she was yet another new student, and another blonde one.
He waved.
"What was that for?" He called to her, even though he knew what it was for, he just liked to mess with people. specially new kids. but he sounded friendly.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 2:22:36 GMT -5
Rosalie glared as he waved, and she growled under her breath.
"You know what it was for!" She yelled back. Without another word, she stood up and headed over to the coach.
"I'm feeling a lot better, can I join the game?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer, she joined the team opposite of Tristan. Using her vampire abilities she dodged any oncoming balls, and caught one in her grasp. She considered Tristan her target. She took aim, and threw it. Only after it fell off her delicate fingers did she realize the force she put in it. Her mouth fell open in shock, as it headed towards him. Every bone in her body prayed that he would have enough time and sense to move.
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Post by Olivia Landon on Mar 20, 2009 17:09:41 GMT -5
Olivia's eyes widen as a ball came hurling at her, she fell to the ground in time to miss it. This just wasn't her game and Gabe being next to her didn't help any. The guy was seriously a mystery to her. He always looked like he hated being here, so she often wondered why didn't he just transfer already. This was why Olivia found it strange that he helped her up. "Thanks...' she said uneased. There as a slight pause in the game. Olivia turned to see what it was, or should she say who it was. A gorgeous blond girl came walking over to her team. By the looks of it, the girl meant business. "Thank god..." Olivia said under her breathe.
As the game resumed, Olivia couldn't help but watch the new girl in awe. The way she gracefully dodged all of the balls thrown at her, it was like she was performing a dance. Olivia could only awkwardly manage. Though something happened when the blond girl got the ball and threw it at Tristan. The ball seemed to be heading toward Tristan with the speed of a bullet. It was heading directly at him, the force could crush him. Olivia had to do something. Her eyes locked onto the ball, she concentrated on it. Her vision of the world around the ball blurred, the only thing clear was the ball. She swung her right hand and the ball mirrored her movement. The force behind the ball made it rough for her to move but she was able to move the ball's direction so it missed Tristan and hit the wall behind him.
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Post by rosaliehale on Mar 20, 2009 17:36:41 GMT -5
Rosalie's jaw dropped slightly, when the ball missed him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone on her team do something. She looked back at the ball. Then, dodging any and all oncoming objects, she walked over to the girl.
"I saw that." She said to her. Magic? Not unusual. She moved the girl from any flying objects quickly, as a thanks for saving Tristan.
"So, what are you?" She asked, semi-quietly, still dodging the balls.
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Post by Gabriel Danvers on Mar 20, 2009 17:49:01 GMT -5
Gabe didn't know how he was doing it but somehow he was still in the game. It must have been a miracle of some kind or he had one hell of a team. Though after helping Olivia up, he wasn't sure if it was the team. It seemed like Tristan and Callie both wanted his head on a plate. This just wasn't his day. All that seemed to change when the game paused. Gabe was trying to catch his breathe, smoking didn't help this, when he saw her walk over to his team. She was beautiful. Beautiful wasn't even the proper term to cover all of her beauty. She was just something in between a supermodel and an angel. It seemed like Gabe was gawking too long at Rosalie, since the only thing that shook him out of it was a dodge ball to hit him in side of his head. The force caused him to fall over to his side. He laid on the gym floor for several moments, waiting for the ringing to stop.
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