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Post by KiKi on Dec 18, 2012 10:24:21 GMT -5
Darik needed something to kick, so he decided a good game of football, or as North America called it, soccer. Sometimes he still had the bad habit of saying 'football', but nobody seemed to mind, really. The skilled teen kicked the soccer ball around pylons and kept kicking them past the moving dummy, which he used his power on it to make it more challenging. But even when he did us his power to change the direction of the soccer dummy, he always seemed to get it in. Either it's his own mind wanting him to get it in, or his soccer skills are better than his power.
As he trained, he felt some eyes on him, but just ignored it for now. If the person came up and talked with him, then he couldn't ignore it, but right now he was focusing on his stress relieving training.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 18, 2012 14:09:35 GMT -5
Mace didn't care if it wasn't practice time, any time was the time to play soccer. Besides, it was his hobby, not just a sport he had to play. He actually enjoyed it. He was heading out to the soccer field, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his long black hair blowing around his face in the wind. He saw another figure on the field and recognized him as one of his teammates, Darik Mendez. Another guy that was passionate about the sport. That's what Mace liked about him, that and his power was freakin' awesome.
"Hey Mendez!" he shouted as he began to near him, watching the guy use his power to make the exercise harder for him. "Mind if I join you?"
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Post by KiKi on Dec 18, 2012 18:27:12 GMT -5
Darik looked up and smirked wide as he kicked the ball into the net. "Hey, Mace," he greeted with a wave as he made the ball change direction and roll back to him. He set his foot on the ball so it wouldn't roll away. "I don't mind at all. Could use someone more challenging than a dummy." Darik nodded to the 'goalie' he set up, sighing at his lame attempt at mechanics.
He liked Mace. He was cool, easy-going, and actually a really fun guy to be around. Something that helped Darik relax a little when it came to talk with others. Not most of the team knew him that much because he never spoke, but a few had picked the lock to his shell, like Mace. "Should I be the goalie? Or do you just want to shoot fut ... soccer balls at my lame goalie friend here?" 'Stop. Saying. FUTBALL! It's soccer. Soccer. Soccer Soccer ball.' Darik mentally chewed himself out as he smirked at Mace some.
ooc: Silly Darik is silly, no? XD
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 20, 2012 18:30:02 GMT -5
"Glad you don't think I have the skills of a dummy," Mace told him with a smirk. He was sure that playing against teh dummy had definitely gotten boring. "Eh, put me in goal. Let's see how this goes." Goal tending wasn't his strongest point, but he knew he had to be better at it than the dummy.
"Still stuck in England?" he asked, chuckling. Darik had an accent that all girls would fall for. Even Mace found himself hypnotized by it sometimes! The guy was a bit shy, a tough shell to break, but Mace had managed and the two had managed to become pretty good friends. "Just teasing you. I just find it hilarious that you still can't call it soccer."
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Post by KiKi on Dec 23, 2012 11:57:37 GMT -5
Darik smirked back at him as he got into position to shoot the ball into the net. "A toddler's better than a dummy," he pointed out as he kicked the ball between his legs as Mace commented on his accent. "You never leave your home country, no matter how long you've been away from it." Darik crossed his arms as he kept his foot on the ball. "Kind of annoying though."
"Are you ready?" Darik asked as he got into his game mode. Well, not video game mode, but his usual stance when a game was about to start. A simple pose really, a pose that many soccer players (that cared) got into as soon as the game was about to start. Another good habit of his, if you will.
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Post by Admin Sydnee on Dec 26, 2012 11:50:09 GMT -5
"It's not annoying. Most girls will argue that it's charrrrrminggg," he said, dragging out the last word with a dopey smile on his face as he got into position in the goal. This wasn't what he usually did in soccer, but he felt confident enough that he was better than the dummy at goaltending.
But he readied himself, waiting for Darik to kick the ball. He was a really good forward, that much Mace knew, despite his somewhat quiet nature. But Mace had broken him quickly. He waited, hands hovering and knees bent. "Ready," he said.
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Post by KiKi on Jan 1, 2013 12:37:25 GMT -5
Darik smirked at his comment, and how he dragged the end of the word 'charming'. Yeah, charming wasn't one of his specialties. Not a lot of social things were, unless you're like Mace or Silver and break his shell easily.
Darik began kicking the ball around, as if others were trying to get the ball. It was good training to him because it readied himself for a real game when he actually had to get the ball away from the opposing team, which sadly wasn't hard to do. As he made his way towards the net, he kicked the ball as hard as he could, making sure it was spinning in mid air so it would curve away from Mace. Then again, Mace was a god goalie by his standards ... well, better than a dummy anyway.
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