Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 0:55:11 GMT -4
One kick, two, three kicks.
There were still fifteen minutes until practice actually began, and as the ball rolled back toward her, Natasha inhaled the fresh air, and closed her eyes for just a moment; foot lifting instinctively, and cleat-clad foot lowering onto the soccer ball, holding it in place as she simply enjoyed the outdoors. It had rained the night before, and the clouds were still looking ominous and stormy, as if they might split at any moment. Still, even if it left the grass wet [and the field a little muddy], the whole place smelled fresh and clean and incredibly alive.
She couldn't think of a better place to hold a practice, right then. In the current moment, Parkdale Community School's soccer field seemed like the greatest place in the entire city, or maybe the entire world.
Finally opening her eyes, the blonde turned her head over her shoulder a bit, to see if anyone had arrived to join her. Her girls were mostly on time, although she tried not to scold the last minute scramblers. Today, they all seemed to be falling into that category. Although, again, she was early.. as captain, and an enthusiast, she was always early.
Eyeing her bag, left over on the bleachers beside her tennis shoes that had been traded in for her current cleats, she made her way over there, and flopped down, fishing out her water bottle. She took a couple of drinks, before simply holding it in her hands, enjoying the coolness against her palms, and staring off toward the nets, waiting.
"We're going to be late," Seraphim said, quite matter-of-factly, as she was pulling the jersey over her head, her speech muffled for the moment before her head appeared again, in it's proper place. She straightened out the shirt, her number in white on the back, as well as her last name. She glanced at Leigh beside her, frowning just a bit.
They had begun changing right after last period, but things hadn't quite gone as planned. Fifteen minutes of kissing later, they had actually started getting dressed into their uniforms, before any of the other girls could show up and potentially end up totally weirded out by hot locker room make out sessions. It was still wet out, and as she sat down onto the bench, and began lacing up her cleats, Sera wasn't really looking forward to a muddy field.
"I think it should have been moved ahead a few days anyway, we haven't even had a game yet, so I figure that practice could have waited a few days, too. For a less wet afternoon. Imagine the other, less wet, things that we could be doing. Indoors, and in our regular clothes."
There were still fifteen minutes until practice actually began, and as the ball rolled back toward her, Natasha inhaled the fresh air, and closed her eyes for just a moment; foot lifting instinctively, and cleat-clad foot lowering onto the soccer ball, holding it in place as she simply enjoyed the outdoors. It had rained the night before, and the clouds were still looking ominous and stormy, as if they might split at any moment. Still, even if it left the grass wet [and the field a little muddy], the whole place smelled fresh and clean and incredibly alive.
She couldn't think of a better place to hold a practice, right then. In the current moment, Parkdale Community School's soccer field seemed like the greatest place in the entire city, or maybe the entire world.
Finally opening her eyes, the blonde turned her head over her shoulder a bit, to see if anyone had arrived to join her. Her girls were mostly on time, although she tried not to scold the last minute scramblers. Today, they all seemed to be falling into that category. Although, again, she was early.. as captain, and an enthusiast, she was always early.
Eyeing her bag, left over on the bleachers beside her tennis shoes that had been traded in for her current cleats, she made her way over there, and flopped down, fishing out her water bottle. She took a couple of drinks, before simply holding it in her hands, enjoying the coolness against her palms, and staring off toward the nets, waiting.
"We're going to be late," Seraphim said, quite matter-of-factly, as she was pulling the jersey over her head, her speech muffled for the moment before her head appeared again, in it's proper place. She straightened out the shirt, her number in white on the back, as well as her last name. She glanced at Leigh beside her, frowning just a bit.
They had begun changing right after last period, but things hadn't quite gone as planned. Fifteen minutes of kissing later, they had actually started getting dressed into their uniforms, before any of the other girls could show up and potentially end up totally weirded out by hot locker room make out sessions. It was still wet out, and as she sat down onto the bench, and began lacing up her cleats, Sera wasn't really looking forward to a muddy field.
"I think it should have been moved ahead a few days anyway, we haven't even had a game yet, so I figure that practice could have waited a few days, too. For a less wet afternoon. Imagine the other, less wet, things that we could be doing. Indoors, and in our regular clothes."
