Post by Alkaiser on Jul 23, 2007 4:06:16 GMT 1
[OOC:If you feel you have something relevant to add, go for it, that's why I left it open. I do, however, reserve the right to delete posts that I feel do not belong, because this is a more serious post to me.]
The football field. Steve generally made an effort to avoid this place, seeing as he was never able to get along with the players very well. Today was different though. Today, they might actually make themselves useful to him.
"Kurtz's old goons...they just don't hold the same intimidation factor anymore..."
At the moment, the football team was running a scrimmage. They were all suited up for a captain's practice which meant it was just the players, no coaches. This was Barzahd's perfect opportunity to get something done.
Two lines form, and a play gets underway, with the running back darting out of the backfield for a few yard gain. The whole team was fired up for this practice, as Friday's game was approaching fast. This week the team would take on division rival Lincoln High, so they couldn't afford to be at any less than top shape. As the defensive and offensive huddles break, however, they see an unsettling sight.
Across the field, standing under the goal post was delinquent Steve Barzahd, dressed in a black suit with a top hat and a black fake beard to boot. It was good old honest Abe reincarnated in the end zone, and the players were irate. Within seconds of noticing him, a stampede was headed straight for the dead president, lead by team captain Scott Kinsman. Alkaiser hangs on to his hat as he starts running clear across the field, keeping out of the player's aggravated clutches. Showing up to practice as a rival team's mascot is bad enough, but this is one of the transfer students as well. If Steve were to be caught, he would surely be warming the bench for the rest of the metaphorical season.
On the good side of this risk, however, was the endurance Steve was working up. How better to push your limits than to run away from a painful swarm of shoulder-pad-wearing death? At least, that was Alkaiser's reasoning. "You'll never be the champs if you can't even catch me!" Of course this last statement was an exaggeration, seeing as even before this training Steve was one of the speediest little bastards in the whole school.
After about half an hour of running laps around the field, jumping a few hurdles on the track, and even running the stairs of the bleachers, Steve had effectively tired out the entire team. As they lie in a group near center field, Steve walks up to captain Kinsman who continues to gasp for air. "Barzahd *wheeze* you crazy *cough* little shit...I'll kill you..."
"Shut up and hear me out, ok?" Steve replies as he removes the top hat and tosses it to the ground, followed by the beard and his overcoat. "As you have noticed from recent events *gasp* our school is in a state of turmoil." Scott looks up knowingly. "Mason's plot?"
"Exactly." Alkaiser answers. "You don't think he was the only one, do you? *cough cough* Worse yet, you guys are letting it all happen."
"Yea, but what the hell are we supposed to do about it? Kurtz abandoned us..."
"To hell with Kurtz! He doesn't wanna help you guys anymore, that's his fault! You guys are gonna have to step in, or Hircine will crumble! I come to you all with an offer." Steve continues, as a few of the players look to each other with raised eyebrows. "Follow me. We can take over where O'Neil left off. Together with the other pillars, as well as the Genaht, we can be the glue that holds this place together. You guys like having a cheering section? Then help me save 'em." Steve reaches his hand down to help up the captain. The players look back and forth, searching each others expressions for some sense of security. Finally, their captain makes a motion.
Barzahd and Kinsman shake hands, as the athlete makes his way to his feet. The football players give a strong cheer, despite a few coughs making their way through the crowd.
"Now get your lazy asses up! We gotta win on Friday!" Alkaiser pumps his fist into the air and another triumphant cheer fills the air.
The football field. Steve generally made an effort to avoid this place, seeing as he was never able to get along with the players very well. Today was different though. Today, they might actually make themselves useful to him.
"Kurtz's old goons...they just don't hold the same intimidation factor anymore..."
At the moment, the football team was running a scrimmage. They were all suited up for a captain's practice which meant it was just the players, no coaches. This was Barzahd's perfect opportunity to get something done.
Two lines form, and a play gets underway, with the running back darting out of the backfield for a few yard gain. The whole team was fired up for this practice, as Friday's game was approaching fast. This week the team would take on division rival Lincoln High, so they couldn't afford to be at any less than top shape. As the defensive and offensive huddles break, however, they see an unsettling sight.
Across the field, standing under the goal post was delinquent Steve Barzahd, dressed in a black suit with a top hat and a black fake beard to boot. It was good old honest Abe reincarnated in the end zone, and the players were irate. Within seconds of noticing him, a stampede was headed straight for the dead president, lead by team captain Scott Kinsman. Alkaiser hangs on to his hat as he starts running clear across the field, keeping out of the player's aggravated clutches. Showing up to practice as a rival team's mascot is bad enough, but this is one of the transfer students as well. If Steve were to be caught, he would surely be warming the bench for the rest of the metaphorical season.
On the good side of this risk, however, was the endurance Steve was working up. How better to push your limits than to run away from a painful swarm of shoulder-pad-wearing death? At least, that was Alkaiser's reasoning. "You'll never be the champs if you can't even catch me!" Of course this last statement was an exaggeration, seeing as even before this training Steve was one of the speediest little bastards in the whole school.
After about half an hour of running laps around the field, jumping a few hurdles on the track, and even running the stairs of the bleachers, Steve had effectively tired out the entire team. As they lie in a group near center field, Steve walks up to captain Kinsman who continues to gasp for air. "Barzahd *wheeze* you crazy *cough* little shit...I'll kill you..."
"Shut up and hear me out, ok?" Steve replies as he removes the top hat and tosses it to the ground, followed by the beard and his overcoat. "As you have noticed from recent events *gasp* our school is in a state of turmoil." Scott looks up knowingly. "Mason's plot?"
"Exactly." Alkaiser answers. "You don't think he was the only one, do you? *cough cough* Worse yet, you guys are letting it all happen."
"Yea, but what the hell are we supposed to do about it? Kurtz abandoned us..."
"To hell with Kurtz! He doesn't wanna help you guys anymore, that's his fault! You guys are gonna have to step in, or Hircine will crumble! I come to you all with an offer." Steve continues, as a few of the players look to each other with raised eyebrows. "Follow me. We can take over where O'Neil left off. Together with the other pillars, as well as the Genaht, we can be the glue that holds this place together. You guys like having a cheering section? Then help me save 'em." Steve reaches his hand down to help up the captain. The players look back and forth, searching each others expressions for some sense of security. Finally, their captain makes a motion.
Barzahd and Kinsman shake hands, as the athlete makes his way to his feet. The football players give a strong cheer, despite a few coughs making their way through the crowd.
"Now get your lazy asses up! We gotta win on Friday!" Alkaiser pumps his fist into the air and another triumphant cheer fills the air.
Besides, these ones aren't so much generated as they are stolen from a certain ex-member...)