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Post by ali2 on May 5, 2011 15:28:06 GMT -5
  That was it. Cordelia just had to get out of the house. Between the blaring music from her sister, the loud video games from her brother, and her parents yelling at them to shut up so they could write just made Delia leave. She couldn't stand it one more second. It was practically driving her crazy and all she was trying to do was watch a movie in the living room. But no, she couldn't even do that. So she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. Tossing the duffel in the back of her convertible she hoped in the drivers seat, tore out of the driveway, and sped off. It what seemed like seconds she found herself at the community park of Casper. Delia wanted to go to the gym but realized she left her member card at home so the park would have to do. Glancing around she put the car into park and got out. She pulled her bag up and out from the back seat and threw her hair up into a ponytail.
The fields were only a short walk from the parking lot in which she parked. After arriving to one of the soccer fields she put her stuff down and removed her ball from the bags contents. Dropping it down on the ground she sat down and started to put her cleats on. Before stretching, Delia made she her phone was on silent. She didn't really wanna be bother by her mother asking her where she was when then pretty much already knew. She then placed it down next to her keys and started to stretch out her arms and legs. Cordelia had already experienced what happens when you didn't stretch before playing soccer; cramps, pulled muscles, and lock ups; and it wasn't fun. With a deep breath and the last bit of stretching, Delia put her foot on the ball and pushed up out on to the field. It was nice that nobody else was using the field either because that meant she could do her drills with out the fear of running into someone.
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tag: johnny a.k.a. joey <3
where: the park
wearing: CHERE!
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Post by johnny on May 5, 2011 16:21:00 GMT -5
 Johnny wasn't really in the mood for being in the house with his mother, or anything of that sort. Oh no. Why he went to the park? he had no idea. it just seemed like a good enough place to go. I mean, he could be studying for finals, but his parents had people over and they were being extremely loud and drinking, not something that Johnny really wanted to deal with. So he pulled a beanie over his blonde mowhawk and left with his keys in his hand. He walked over to his pretty beat up white car. Sure, it looked like it got hid with a baseball bat in some places, but he loved the dear things anyway. Sure a lot of people had much much better cars then himself, but that was fine. He liked this car, and that was all that mattered much to him. He didn't care if other people didn't like his car, it was he would like it and that was that.
To Johnny, nothing mattered then say, personality. Sure age played a bit if a factor into it, but didn't it for everyone? To him, he didn't honestly care. If you were a jerk to him, he was a jerk to you. Pulling into the parking lot, he got out and stuffed his hand into his jean pockets. Really, he had no idea why he was here, or why he even thought of coming to the park. the park was not something that Johnny really enjoyed. He was not at all a people person. Johnny was -- in a lesser sense; depressed. Suicide temps happened far to often in his house, and his parents had no idea what to do. He spent a year in and out of a hospital his sophomore year trying all different ways to kill himself. Of course, he always was found before he could move on from this life.
Walking around the park, he noticed a girl with a soccer ball, warming up i guess? Was she going to play by herself or something? Then again, she could just be doing drills. Either way, it didn't really matter much to him, but he figured he would go over and watch or something. Pulling the beanie over his ears, he walked over to her. all the bright pink in his mowhawk had faded to a very light, almost baby pink color, which did not look good on the tall boy. He needed to buy more dye or at least bleach it out. A boy with baby pink hair, would just get made fun of a lot more then a boy with bright neon pink hair. Sure, people made fun of him for it, but he didn't care. He liked the pink in his hair. Looking at the girl when he reached about twenty feet from her, he said "Isn't it a bit tough to get better at soccer if you don't have anyone to play against?''
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Post by ali2 on May 5, 2011 16:49:54 GMT -5
Soccer was Cordelia's favorite sport. It had been since she was extremely little. She started playing when she was four years old and it just sort of stuck. She didn't join school leagues until she was in seventh grade. The rec leagues sufficed until then. But once she got a bit bigger she wanted more competition. AYSO leagues and school teams did that for her. Anyone that knew her would be able to say just how obsessed with soccer she was. It was pretty much everything to her. It was the main thing that made her feel comfortable and relaxed. If she was stressed or wanted to get something off her chest she would play a bit of soccer. It always seemed to help. It was her way of expressing herself. Some people did it through drawing, writing, singing, or even shopping but not Delia. Nope, she was a athletic girl. You wouldn't think it just by looking at hear because honestly the girl was thin, not much muscle, and had the looks to be a cheerleader.
Cordelia center the ball in front of her. Reaching both arms back and cracked her back then her neck. Almost like a little warm up routine. After cracking her knuckles she closed her eyes and let out a quick and deep breath. Standing there she brought the ball from the front of her foot to the back. Eventually she stopped messing around and tossed it up, bucking it on her knee. Once she got her rhythm and could get it high enough she bunted it into the goal with her head. This was the move she lacked confidence in and was what her coach had told her to work on just the other day after practice. Quickly she ran over to the net and kicked it out and proceeded to do the same thing. The second time wasn't as great. She missed. Cursing under her breath and started again. And yet again she failed. Taking a second to catch her breath, she tried to prevent herself from getting angry. Delia put her foot on top of the ball and ran her hands down her face. "Calm down, it's just a stupid move." she muttered to herself. After removing her hands from her face she shook them out to try and relax. Deep breath.
Just as she began to start again she heard a voice. She jumped a bit and then looked around to see where it came from. As her eyes scanned around she finally saw who the voice was. He looked familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. She laughed a bit under her breath at his question. "Oh.." she started. He was right. Also, she probably looked really stupid talking to herself and bunting a ball around. "Yeah I guess so. But it's not like people are really jumping all over the opportunity to help me practice." she replied.
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tag: johnny a.k.a. joey <3
where: the park
wearing: CHERE!
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