track & field
Where: Track
When: 2:00 - 3:00 (last class of the day monday, wednesday and friday yeiii)
Who: Captain Jack Sparrow and the little sproglets
What: Warm ups and ... track and field nonsense.
Warnings: PIRATTTEE
The sun is high and the track has freshly drawn lines
"Alright, sproglets, gather round. It's story time from ol' uncle Jackie. Now, you may be querying of your persons, "My, how did such a fearsome and dashing scallywag come to bless our humble and very exceedingly, decisively, soul-crushingly air-locked hamlet with his stunning visage?" or -- and this seems altogether more likely -- you are asking yourselves, "Our minds are in need of molding and things of the like. What do you plan to do about it?"
"Nothing."
"This class will and is entirely dedicated to running. So if you find yourselves in dire straits you'll be able to save your own hide and leave the rest to the dogs, savvy?"
After a moment of swaying side to side, on the verge of flipping at one point, Jack turns and spreads his arms, presenting the dirt track and stadium as if it were the Interceptor herself.
"This way, ya whelps."
((ooc: START STRECHING HOES.))
When: 2:00 - 3:00 (last class of the day monday, wednesday and friday yeiii)
Who: Captain Jack Sparrow and the little sproglets
What: Warm ups and ... track and field nonsense.
Warnings: PIRATTTEE
The sun is high and the track has freshly drawn lines
"Alright, sproglets, gather round. It's story time from ol' uncle Jackie. Now, you may be querying of your persons, "My, how did such a fearsome and dashing scallywag come to bless our humble and very exceedingly, decisively, soul-crushingly air-locked hamlet with his stunning visage?" or -- and this seems altogether more likely -- you are asking yourselves, "Our minds are in need of molding and things of the like. What do you plan to do about it?"
"Nothing."
"This class will and is entirely dedicated to running. So if you find yourselves in dire straits you'll be able to save your own hide and leave the rest to the dogs, savvy?"
After a moment of swaying side to side, on the verge of flipping at one point, Jack turns and spreads his arms, presenting the dirt track and stadium as if it were the Interceptor herself.
"This way, ya whelps."
((ooc: START STRECHING HOES.))