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[jameshooter]

“Okay Shooter, you’re done with sprints today. Head on over to the inner field for the javelin practice.”

With a brief nod and a smile James Shooter, a senior at Hircine High and a veteran of their track and field team stepped off the man made track and headed into the well-kept field within the track’s center. He had just performed his best time on the 100-meter sprint, getting just inside the eleven-second mark with a time of 10.97 seconds. He was ecstatic, and his adrenaline was pumping harder then ever before, which pushed his already high energy levels even higher.

Standing in line he re-stretched his shoulders as everyone threw one at a time. The field was too slender with the track around it for a line of students to toss and gauge their distances at once, so everyone was in the spot-light as they threw with all their might. As the javelin was brought back and stuck in the ground for the third student in line to grab hold, James stepped on to the ten foot run way, giving himself about 5 feet a distance to gather momentum before he reached the line indicating he was to throw, and not cross. Taking several deep breath’s he tried to calm down, concentrate, then hoisted the javelin up into position. The back end hovered just an inch or two above the ground as he angled it up at a 45-degree angle. Exhaling he pushed forward, moving into a shuffling step followed by two quick hops – as per his usual routine. As he landed on the second hop his body would pivot over, his right arm would be flung forward and he’d release the javelin, hoping for yet another personal best.

Unfortunately, as he was coming down on his second hop, about to turn his body over and throw another personal best, someone shouted out; “GREAT TIME SHOOTER! WAY TO GO!” Catching him off guard his concentration was lost, adrenaline pumping at max, and he stumbled as he released the modern-day spear. It flew a good distance across the field, nothing particularly spectacular about it, but began to drift off to the right, and from there it began to head outside the designated boundary.

“LOOK OUT!” James screamed out, hands cupped around his mouth as he sat on his knees. The javelin looked to be on a set course for a body walking down the field. He couldn’t tell who it was, but they turned and saw the heat-seeking missile flying towards them. James was already off his feet, not wasting any time as he sprinted across the field. The javelin was still flying, arching down toward the body. Whether it would’ve been a precise hit or not he had no clue, and wasn’t even watching the scene unfold. Perhaps he was to scared to see the outcome, but he’d be there to assist in any way possible.

Luckily, as he arrived he saw the javelin sticking in the ground, not through the torso of a Hircine High student. Panting he looked up from a bent over position, hands firmly on his knee’s. “Oh, damn, I’m so sorry. I…I’m just really sorry.”

[Sedrix West]

Thursday, Rugby Practise. One os Sed's favorite days, and his definate favorite sport, coming from Rugby's heartland of England. He loved it back in England, and he was so glad to hear it was still in common use here in the states, and in Hiricine. He was quite a veteran of rugby, given his size, and weight, and the fact he has been playing since tag rugby when he was six. He was a very experienced prop, or general second row player. He did his warm ups among a few friends, just a short sprint accross a track, some other standered aerobic excersise, and finally a five minute stretch out.

"Do you think we'll get to play rugger today?" Sedrix said with a chuckle to Joe on his right, his broad English accent beaming. "I don't know mate, maybe theres quadritenary warm ups." Jow replied, smiling with him. The few surrounding players laughed along slightly, but not loud enough to annoy the coach, who had the fuse length of a paperclip. They rose from their stretches to twist hips, and stretch out arms and legs and such. They finished off, and lined up in front of the coach, with arms behind their back, and legs slightly spread.

"Alright boys, we going too practise our tackling on these here bags." He said, leaning on a large, red, rectangular bag, which a player hoisted onto his arm while another charges into it at full pelt. Sedrix smiled, which was a mistake when the coach asked for volunteers to hold the bags. Sedrix stood out like a sore thumb anyway with his height, but it could not have helped.

Indeed Sedrix was holding the bag close to his right shoulder, as Joe and others slammed into him. It did not matter how thick the pads were, this hurt. Joe slammed into him, and Sedrix slid a couple of feet back, and had to run back into position before the coach yelled general abuse in his ear, but it was all part of the sport. Getting hurt was a big part of rugby, and in his opinion, so worth it for the game.

About a half hour passed, of course Sedrix switching to tackling a couple of times, but by now he was back to holding the pad. There were some cheers from the track and such, he assumed someone had just run a particularly fast lap. Good for them, but it was a bit of a boring sport in Sedrix's humble opinion. He continued taking the large slams with congratulations, and praises. Joe came again, and sent him back the usual couple of feet. Sedrix returned upright, and took a deep breath.

This is when he heard a yell, a panicked yell, saying a warning. Sedrix looked behind to see a sharp, thin object in the sky moving quickly towards him. He lifted of his feet, and jumped back a bit as the javelin plunged into the ground a little way in front of him. A blonde haired boy, a good ten inches shorter than Sed ran towards him, sprinting, then stopped breathlessly in front, saying a few hearty apologies.

"S'alright, S'alright man," Sedrix said reassuringly, "No harm, no foul and all that." He said, he smiled and patted his shoulder. "The names Sedrix, whats yours?"

[jameshooter]

The pat on his back felt reassuring, as did the calm reasoning to the matter at hand. He was over flowing with joy that the guy wasn’t hurt, and so his adrenaline began to fade and his breathing slowly returned to its norm. Straightening back up from his hunched position he had to crane his head back while at full height in order to look up at the face of the student, his height obviously an astonishing sight to the eyes of the time constricted senior.

”Hello Sedrix, I’m James.” Polite, not to formal, but a good show of natural caring. That was his normal tone, and the smile now spread across his face was his nature smile. He nearly seemed carefree from the outside at first glance, unless you had seen him moments before.

“Seriously though, just got over anxious and lost my footing.” Looking just over his shoulder he peered at the slanted javelin sticking from the ground, a wave of dread and guilt instantly flowing through him as he peered at the bright yellow stick. As he used his peripheral’s to look at both Sedrix and the modern-day spear he noticed the couch, along with three or four other students making their way over. The couch probably had genuine concern; the others were the classic looky-loo’s.

“Everything alright here James?”

“Yeah, no one’s hurt. I’m gonna end my practice today though, see you tomorrow though.”

“Okay, make sure you rest up now.”

The brief dialect between the couch and athlete faded away as he turned his attention back to Sedrix, the javelin having already been hoisted from the ground and ran back to the cluster of students ready to test their ability.

“I, ah, hope I didn’t disturb your practice.” He said with a quick point to the body pad, noting the rugby players practice having taken place around the same time as track and field every day, he became accustom to half-knowing their schedule as well.

[Sedrix West]

Sedrix brushed back his long Blonde hair as the potentially dangerous student introduce himself as James. He seemed harmless, and it gneerally seemed like ana ccident, especially since there would be no reason to do this on purpose. Sedrix smiled, and said "Please to meet ya myself," In his broad English accent. He explained his miss directed Javelin, but Sedrix just nodded and said "Seriously, no worries. If it were a few inches forward there would be worries, but it weren't, so no worries." He smiled comfortingly.

The coach of the Javaliners walked over, and queried James, then dismissed him as James requested. The coach seemed a lot more understanding and generally tactful then the rugby coach. He returned to the rest of the sport students, as James spoke again, this time with apologies if he had disturbed the practise. "Nah, we were just finishing up, in fact i better give in the body pad." He jogged back a little, and chucked it into the pile of the others, the Coach yelling distant abuse, he walked back to James.

"You done for the day too?" He asked, "I gotta get meslef back into comfortable clothes." The rigby jerseys were very far from comfortable. They were tight, and thick, hot, and extremely itchy, Sedrix would honestly rather not wear one, but rules were rules, and sanity was sanity. He started a lazy walk in the general direction of the changing rooms.

[jameshooter]

[Just gonna move this along a tad bit.]

"Yeah, I'm done as well." He said with a glance over his shoulder, watching a javelin land roughly twenty meters down the field from his 'record' throw.

"I need to cool down a bit."

He wasn't a fool, he knew his limits despite his bundles upon bundles worth of energy. When he got over excited he became sloppy, and when he got sloppy bad things happened. That's why he was always trying to focus and concentrate, that way he seemed like the energizer bunny, only with a shorter attention span. Rather then going in a straight line he was zipping back and forth in a diagonal, as that was his life.

Moving across the field he walked with Sedrix as they headed back to the locker rooms. He jogged softly across the track, having to wait a short time as sprinters shot by, but after that they were in the clear.

Getting back into the locker room he made a beeline for his 'cubby', unlocking it and unlocking it. Slipping out his regular shoes and a clean shirt and shorts he placed them done on the bench, shirt and shorts folded, before grabbing a towel from his locker and moving into the shower stall.

He finished up quickly since he finally seemed to have time to chat with someone outside of his schedule, and he wasn't sure if Sedrix was going to shower at school or wait until he got back home. It was a toss up either way, since if they'd be walking anywhere they'd most likely get their collars soaked a little anyways.