Baseball Game - Part 2
WHO: Roy Fokker, Ichigo Kurosaki, Shinji Ikari, Rook Bartley, Erstin Ho, Vash the Stampede, Rukia Kuchiki, Yasutora Sado, Kon (as Space Prettyboy X), Lalah Sune, Thraskar Davidson, Sanji, Orihime Inoue, Forte Stollen, Eriol Hiiragizawa, Lenneth Valkyrie, Toji Suzuhara, Ilyse Amsel, Jotaro Kujo, Amuro Ray, Nono
WHEN: Saturday, 3 March
WHERE: Onose Park - Karakura Town
WHAT: The Sheep and Society have a friendly Baseball Game!
What's three up and three down? The end of an inning.
Erstin understands the general idea behind the changing of sides, and doesn't sit around looking stupid when it's time for her to head back in, in preparation for batting. She has a big smile on her face.. ..though she's still not entirely certain what she's doing.
But it's having fun that counts, right?
Back at the benches, the diminutive doll-like incarnation of Rena Sayers hands her student a towel.
Orihime salutes. "Got it!" Wow, Thraskar's pitching? That cool winged alien guy? SWEET! "Let's go team!" she calls out to the Society, waving them over. She removes her mit, trotting towards Thraskar to offer it up to him since he'll be on the mound. Er...will it fit, though? Maybe he brought his own!
"Woo! Sado-kun, you're up first! Knock it out of the park!"
Ow. Ow. Ack. Ow. Splinters. Stupid bat. She knew that one felt a little funny, but... ow! Rook grumbles under her breath as she trots back to the dugout, plucking at the irksome little slivers of wood stuck in her palm. Maybe she'll be lucky enough to find a pair of tweezers somewhere in the dugout. Maybe. Aargh. In the meantime, she's out of commission until the next inning!
Pitching, right. Thraskar nods to Roy before turning his attention to the outfield. Behind his glasses, his eyes settle on the pitcher's mound--he now knows what he must do. The Lieutenant spreads his wings, rolling his shoulders before windmilling his right arm in a motion that could resemble a warm-up pitch in a bad, bad light.
As he passes Orihime, he takes the mitt from her and inspects it; it's got one finger too many, but it'll do. "Thanks," he says, as he slips it on his left hand.
And then he reaches the mound. Thraskar tosses the baseball into the air in a slow, lazy motion, settles into a pitching stance, and waits for the batter to step up to the plate.
Chad steps up to the plate, and waits. "..." Now you all see why Kon thinks he wastes air time.
Thraskar blinks. That's... a rather imposing-looking batter, and while he can't quite place the guy, he looks like one of Orihime's friends. Also like he could snap a tree in half with a punch.
/Here's to hoping he aims for the outfield, not /you/.../ Thraskar takes the ball in both hands, and winds up. He looks right, left, and then right again, before throwing a fastball at Chad. Okay, calling it a 'fastball' may be a tiny bit generous, but it's not that bad.
Yasutora Sado swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Left Field!
Chad swings hard! Perhaps a bit too hard, there's little control in it. "....oops." He says again.
The ball, on the other hand, could very possibly be headed right for Ichigo again. Maybe. Depends on how bad his karma is. Nevertheless, Chad prepares for the second swing.
Thraskar smirks a little as the ball flies off into foul territory--there's no malice there, honest, but goddamn if it doesn't look a little creepy all the same. As soon as the ball (or its replacement) gets back to him, he does another one of those weird little wind-ups before sending yet another fastball Chad's way.
Yasutora Sado swings his bat and gets a Fly Ball to Center Field!
Chad swings again, this time paying a bit more attention than last time! It works, and the giant drops the bat and starts running. Whoever's on first, try not to get a bit too spooked by the mosnterous teen charging at ya, he doesn't mean any harm!
Roy whoops. "On it!" he says to Shinji, moving into position and waving his hand to clear the area as he prepares to snag the ball in his glove, as carefull as he'd touch a wo.. nevermind, most of the kids here are too young to get the analogy.
Roy Fokker successfully targets Yasutora Sado with his Catcher in the Rye! action.
And with a solid thud, the ball lands in Roy's glove. "Next one's all yours, Ikari!" the pilot says, pointing over to him with the ball before tossing it back to Thraskar in the infield.
"Oh, uh...." Shinji was thinking of his similarities to Holden Caufield, and wondering what 'rye' was, and therefore just sort of...smiles and nods.
yeah, he's doomed.
Batter up! Vash pulls his hat down a little more over his head before he steps up to the plate. He feels a little odd without his trademark spikes but they're not much good for keeping the sun out of his eyes. He picks up the bat, swinging it a couple of times to loosen up before taking his position and waiting on the pitch. He's played a little stickball with children on Gunsmoke before. How good he actually is at it remains to be seen.
Well that was over quick. Chad stops in his tracks, then turns around and slumps back to the bench. Aw, well he tried. Despite his monsterous strength he's not quite as useful in sports as one might think, it seems!
Awwwwww, poor Chad. Orihime scoots over to the big giant, patting him on the back and smiling encouragingly. "Don't feel bad. You hit it! You did awesome!" she beams up at him.
From the bench, both Erstin and Rena give a thumbs up to the very large man and grin. "Nice hit!" Erstin chirps. Then she flushes and tries to hide behind her bangs. She didn't mean to say that quite that loudly.
Davidson catches the ball, grinning a little as Vash steps up to the plate. This time, he looks at the batter as he approaches, sizing him up and trying to figure out which pitch to use. /Let's see, another person I don't know... Aw, screw it./ Thraskar throws the ball into his mitt; it hits with a solid /thump/. Once more there's that wind-up--this time, though, the pitch is a curveball.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Right Field!
From the stands at the sight of a ball sailing out into the stands, Ichigo yelps and covers his head. "Waugh!"
Tatsuki will laugh at him for this.
Shinji Ikari resists the urge to laugh at Ichigo a little.
Because if it weren't for HIM, Shinji'd be the one getting hit. It's how fate works.
Eriol's rather glad /he's/ not getting hit. Yup.
Vash blinks at the tricky pitch, connecting with it but nothing else. He takes a step back and slides a pair of round yellow shades from his back pocket. He puts them on and gets ready to try again. "It's coming your way again." He whispers to himself. "Don't blink. Don't you dare miss it." He's ready!
The yelp from the stands catches Thraskar's ear, and the alien raises a mitt-clad hand in Vash's direction. Who screamed? Was it...? "Kurosaki, you okay?" He saw the ball disappear over there, and hopes the Death God isn't lying on the ground and bleeding or something.
Or not. "False alarm," Thraskar says, a little too quickly. The pilot clears his throat, winds up... and flares his wings a bit as he throws. Hit this fastball, blondie.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Left Field!
"OH JEEZ NOT AGAIN!" Yelps Ichigo as he scrambles to escape the wrath of the baseball that lands...nowhere near him.
People will laugh at him.
Tatsuki totally laughs at Ichigo. "Ha ha ha ha!" She points, too.
Shinji Ikari, playing in left field, scampers backwards wildly, and... catches the ball!
He looks almost childishly happy for about five seconds, when he thinks to look down and finds that he had, indeed, crossed the foul line before catching it.
"Sigh." Shinji sighs, tossing the ball underhandedly towards Thraskar.
Space Prettyboy X certainly does!
Vash narrows his eyes on Thrasker. It's almost like he read his mind about that 'blondie' comment! The fastball is indeed fast, but Vash swings the bat equally as fast! ...And hits another foul ball. At least it gave the right fielder something to do this time, eheh. Vash sighs before looking back at Ichigo's cry.
"Sorry!" He raises a hand and sweatdrops a little. "Okay." Vash taps the bat against the base and raises it over his shoulder again. This time for sure!
"Keep it up, Thraskar!" Roy calls out. They can face intimidating might of small can of whoopass next inning!
Sanji might laugh, but he's too busy chatting with some random high school girls who are watching the game on the bleachers just to the right of the dugout. Someone will let him know when it's his turn to bat, right?
The aforementioned Tiny Can of Whoopass is currently sitting in the dugout, absently sipping at a bottle of water and watching the proceedings. Heh, heh. That's right. Let them lull into a false sense of security, and then she'll hammer them into the dust, next inning...
Thraskar is totally starting to get the hang of this, though it helps that he's got good reflexes to start with. Then he pushes Fate a bit too hard. He flashes Roy a thumbs-up at his bit of encouragement, and as luck would have it, this happens just as Shinji throws the ball back. The alien startles, grabs at it with the glove, and fumbles it. Davidson gives Vash a 'you did not see that' look as he retrieves the wayward ball, scoops up his dignity, and throws just a plain old pitch at the gunman.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and misses! Steeerike!
"Good effort, Vash!" Roy calls out, then gives Thraskar a thumbs up. Way to pitch there, wings. "Don't let Orihime's cuteness distract you!"
Oh yes Vash did see it! It's the only saving grace of his first trip to the plate. He does laugh a little bit but not to mock the pitcher. It was just funny. Almost as funny as how someone who can do some pretty impressive things with a gun just can't seem to -hit the ball to save his life-. The blonde swings...and misses. "Ooops." He rubs the back of his head sheepishly while handing the bat to his replacement. "Hope you do better than I did!"
Orihime stands from the bench, interlacing her fingers and stretching her arms out overhead. Guess she's up! She pauses to squeeze Vash's arm as they pass, smiling up at him. "It's okay! You'll get 'em for sure next time!" And he does a really good job on the field, so it's not like he's a bad player! He just had a little bad luck, that's all.
Orihime takes the bat in hand and walks up to the plate, tapping the bat a couple of times before taking a few practice swings. There. She's ready!
"Oh, I won't," Thraskar says, as Vash steps off the plate. "She's a tricky one, I know." He's joking, as usual, which might explain why he takes a moment to size her up as the ball makes its way back to him.
"Just watch Kurosaki, okay?" he adds, to the batter. And then, the pitch!
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
"HIT THE DAMN BALL, WOMAN!" Ichigo bellows from the stands, brandishing his sno-cone like a torch. "Don't let that freako strike you out!"
He's going to eat a foul ball again.
Orihime Inoue swings! And misses! And sucks! But hey, one swing, she's still got two more! "Darn," she frowns, and furrows her brow. She must be focused, and serious! Her cheeks start to turn pink as Ichigo shouts. Oh, the pressure's on now. She can't let Ichigo down!
_______________Inning_______________________ Score___
_______|__1__|__2__|__3__|__4__|__5__|__6__|_____|__R__|__H__|
|Black | | | | | | | | | |
|Sheep | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | | 2 | 4 |
|-------+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+
|Relief | | | | | | | | | |
|Society| 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | | 0 | 0 |
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CHARGE!
Thraskar almost feels a little guilty at this, perhaps due to some hopelessly human notion of chivalry that snuck into his moral code at a young age. Still, Ichigo's 'freako' comment does nothing to endear the angry little Death God to him, and for a second Thraskar wonders if he can throw the ball at an angle where it will /definitely/ clock the kid upside the head.
Naah.
"Not bad," he says to Orihime. What, he's trying to not feel like a total jerk here. Davidson adjusts his grip on the ball, and then throws.
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
In the RS dugout, Rena frowns at the comment from the bleachers and briefly considers going over to give Ichigo a piece of her mind. But she doesn't like being too far away from Erstin. She's a nice girl and all, but she won't consider her a proper Meister capable of looking after herself until she's properly Contracted to a master and out of school.
It's an Ancestor's duty to be worried about her children.
Orihime Inoue tightens her grip on the bat and SWING again with all her might! ...And very nearly falls on her seat as a result. Agh! Nothing but air AGAIN! Okay, this time's for real, she decides, exhaling in frustration as she pulls the bat back once more.
"You can do it, Orihime-chwaaaan!!" ♥
Yelling is just his way of encouraging. "You can do it, Inoue! Just keep your eye on the ball and follow- through!" Ichigo yells.
Maybe fewer foul balls this time.
*wiskwiskwisk* goes the ReliefSociety flag!
"You can do it, young Miss!" calls Eriol encouraging. ...For her to hit, not miss, honest.
/Throwing a no-hitter on the cute, vulnerable young woman does not make you a creep, Thraskar./ This train of thought might explain why Thraskar looks stoic as the ball once again makes its way back to him. /Just a game./ Then, he throws what could be the second out of the inning--will Orihime prevail?!
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
Orihime Inoue swings, and misses again! Noooooooo... She slumps. Darn it, she's one of the best in her grade at softball! What went wrong? More disappointingly, she lost even with Ichigo cheering her on. And even if things change, make no mistake, his opinion is still invaluable to the girl. Nonetheless, she smiles, and heaves a short sigh. "I'll do better next time, heh heh!" she rubs at a burning cheek, trotting back to the dugout.
Three swings, three misses. Roy winces out in centerfield and as he's jogging towards the dugout, he takes a moment to pause and change direction to Orihime, leaning in to whisper to her right quick, one hand ruffling her hair affectionately.
Shinji Ikari blinks at the super-quick second inning, quickly heading towards the dugout.
He blinks, looking for where Toji is. "Toji?" Shinji asks, looking concerned. And then he looks down at the seat.
A rubber cicada.
Shuddering, the Third Child just...just sits down, and decides to hope that Hikari was in a forgiving mood. Because there's nothing scarier than a girl with pigtails and enough upper body strength to bench press a jock twice her size.
WHEN: Saturday, 3 March
WHERE: Onose Park - Karakura Town
WHAT: The Sheep and Society have a friendly Baseball Game!
What's three up and three down? The end of an inning.
Erstin understands the general idea behind the changing of sides, and doesn't sit around looking stupid when it's time for her to head back in, in preparation for batting. She has a big smile on her face.. ..though she's still not entirely certain what she's doing.
But it's having fun that counts, right?
Back at the benches, the diminutive doll-like incarnation of Rena Sayers hands her student a towel.
Orihime salutes. "Got it!" Wow, Thraskar's pitching? That cool winged alien guy? SWEET! "Let's go team!" she calls out to the Society, waving them over. She removes her mit, trotting towards Thraskar to offer it up to him since he'll be on the mound. Er...will it fit, though? Maybe he brought his own!
"Woo! Sado-kun, you're up first! Knock it out of the park!"
Ow. Ow. Ack. Ow. Splinters. Stupid bat. She knew that one felt a little funny, but... ow! Rook grumbles under her breath as she trots back to the dugout, plucking at the irksome little slivers of wood stuck in her palm. Maybe she'll be lucky enough to find a pair of tweezers somewhere in the dugout. Maybe. Aargh. In the meantime, she's out of commission until the next inning!
Pitching, right. Thraskar nods to Roy before turning his attention to the outfield. Behind his glasses, his eyes settle on the pitcher's mound--he now knows what he must do. The Lieutenant spreads his wings, rolling his shoulders before windmilling his right arm in a motion that could resemble a warm-up pitch in a bad, bad light.
As he passes Orihime, he takes the mitt from her and inspects it; it's got one finger too many, but it'll do. "Thanks," he says, as he slips it on his left hand.
And then he reaches the mound. Thraskar tosses the baseball into the air in a slow, lazy motion, settles into a pitching stance, and waits for the batter to step up to the plate.
Chad steps up to the plate, and waits. "..." Now you all see why Kon thinks he wastes air time.
Thraskar blinks. That's... a rather imposing-looking batter, and while he can't quite place the guy, he looks like one of Orihime's friends. Also like he could snap a tree in half with a punch.
/Here's to hoping he aims for the outfield, not /you/.../ Thraskar takes the ball in both hands, and winds up. He looks right, left, and then right again, before throwing a fastball at Chad. Okay, calling it a 'fastball' may be a tiny bit generous, but it's not that bad.
Yasutora Sado swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Left Field!
Chad swings hard! Perhaps a bit too hard, there's little control in it. "....oops." He says again.
The ball, on the other hand, could very possibly be headed right for Ichigo again. Maybe. Depends on how bad his karma is. Nevertheless, Chad prepares for the second swing.
Thraskar smirks a little as the ball flies off into foul territory--there's no malice there, honest, but goddamn if it doesn't look a little creepy all the same. As soon as the ball (or its replacement) gets back to him, he does another one of those weird little wind-ups before sending yet another fastball Chad's way.
Yasutora Sado swings his bat and gets a Fly Ball to Center Field!
Chad swings again, this time paying a bit more attention than last time! It works, and the giant drops the bat and starts running. Whoever's on first, try not to get a bit too spooked by the mosnterous teen charging at ya, he doesn't mean any harm!
Roy whoops. "On it!" he says to Shinji, moving into position and waving his hand to clear the area as he prepares to snag the ball in his glove, as carefull as he'd touch a wo.. nevermind, most of the kids here are too young to get the analogy.
Roy Fokker successfully targets Yasutora Sado with his Catcher in the Rye! action.
And with a solid thud, the ball lands in Roy's glove. "Next one's all yours, Ikari!" the pilot says, pointing over to him with the ball before tossing it back to Thraskar in the infield.
"Oh, uh...." Shinji was thinking of his similarities to Holden Caufield, and wondering what 'rye' was, and therefore just sort of...smiles and nods.
yeah, he's doomed.
Batter up! Vash pulls his hat down a little more over his head before he steps up to the plate. He feels a little odd without his trademark spikes but they're not much good for keeping the sun out of his eyes. He picks up the bat, swinging it a couple of times to loosen up before taking his position and waiting on the pitch. He's played a little stickball with children on Gunsmoke before. How good he actually is at it remains to be seen.
Well that was over quick. Chad stops in his tracks, then turns around and slumps back to the bench. Aw, well he tried. Despite his monsterous strength he's not quite as useful in sports as one might think, it seems!
Awwwwww, poor Chad. Orihime scoots over to the big giant, patting him on the back and smiling encouragingly. "Don't feel bad. You hit it! You did awesome!" she beams up at him.
From the bench, both Erstin and Rena give a thumbs up to the very large man and grin. "Nice hit!" Erstin chirps. Then she flushes and tries to hide behind her bangs. She didn't mean to say that quite that loudly.
Davidson catches the ball, grinning a little as Vash steps up to the plate. This time, he looks at the batter as he approaches, sizing him up and trying to figure out which pitch to use. /Let's see, another person I don't know... Aw, screw it./ Thraskar throws the ball into his mitt; it hits with a solid /thump/. Once more there's that wind-up--this time, though, the pitch is a curveball.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Right Field!
From the stands at the sight of a ball sailing out into the stands, Ichigo yelps and covers his head. "Waugh!"
Tatsuki will laugh at him for this.
Shinji Ikari resists the urge to laugh at Ichigo a little.
Because if it weren't for HIM, Shinji'd be the one getting hit. It's how fate works.
Eriol's rather glad /he's/ not getting hit. Yup.
Vash blinks at the tricky pitch, connecting with it but nothing else. He takes a step back and slides a pair of round yellow shades from his back pocket. He puts them on and gets ready to try again. "It's coming your way again." He whispers to himself. "Don't blink. Don't you dare miss it." He's ready!
The yelp from the stands catches Thraskar's ear, and the alien raises a mitt-clad hand in Vash's direction. Who screamed? Was it...? "Kurosaki, you okay?" He saw the ball disappear over there, and hopes the Death God isn't lying on the ground and bleeding or something.
Or not. "False alarm," Thraskar says, a little too quickly. The pilot clears his throat, winds up... and flares his wings a bit as he throws. Hit this fastball, blondie.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and gets a Foul Ball to Left Field!
"OH JEEZ NOT AGAIN!" Yelps Ichigo as he scrambles to escape the wrath of the baseball that lands...nowhere near him.
People will laugh at him.
Tatsuki totally laughs at Ichigo. "Ha ha ha ha!" She points, too.
Shinji Ikari, playing in left field, scampers backwards wildly, and... catches the ball!
He looks almost childishly happy for about five seconds, when he thinks to look down and finds that he had, indeed, crossed the foul line before catching it.
"Sigh." Shinji sighs, tossing the ball underhandedly towards Thraskar.
Space Prettyboy X certainly does!
Vash narrows his eyes on Thrasker. It's almost like he read his mind about that 'blondie' comment! The fastball is indeed fast, but Vash swings the bat equally as fast! ...And hits another foul ball. At least it gave the right fielder something to do this time, eheh. Vash sighs before looking back at Ichigo's cry.
"Sorry!" He raises a hand and sweatdrops a little. "Okay." Vash taps the bat against the base and raises it over his shoulder again. This time for sure!
"Keep it up, Thraskar!" Roy calls out. They can face intimidating might of small can of whoopass next inning!
Sanji might laugh, but he's too busy chatting with some random high school girls who are watching the game on the bleachers just to the right of the dugout. Someone will let him know when it's his turn to bat, right?
The aforementioned Tiny Can of Whoopass is currently sitting in the dugout, absently sipping at a bottle of water and watching the proceedings. Heh, heh. That's right. Let them lull into a false sense of security, and then she'll hammer them into the dust, next inning...
Thraskar is totally starting to get the hang of this, though it helps that he's got good reflexes to start with. Then he pushes Fate a bit too hard. He flashes Roy a thumbs-up at his bit of encouragement, and as luck would have it, this happens just as Shinji throws the ball back. The alien startles, grabs at it with the glove, and fumbles it. Davidson gives Vash a 'you did not see that' look as he retrieves the wayward ball, scoops up his dignity, and throws just a plain old pitch at the gunman.
Vash the Stampede swings his bat and misses! Steeerike!
"Good effort, Vash!" Roy calls out, then gives Thraskar a thumbs up. Way to pitch there, wings. "Don't let Orihime's cuteness distract you!"
Oh yes Vash did see it! It's the only saving grace of his first trip to the plate. He does laugh a little bit but not to mock the pitcher. It was just funny. Almost as funny as how someone who can do some pretty impressive things with a gun just can't seem to -hit the ball to save his life-. The blonde swings...and misses. "Ooops." He rubs the back of his head sheepishly while handing the bat to his replacement. "Hope you do better than I did!"
Orihime stands from the bench, interlacing her fingers and stretching her arms out overhead. Guess she's up! She pauses to squeeze Vash's arm as they pass, smiling up at him. "It's okay! You'll get 'em for sure next time!" And he does a really good job on the field, so it's not like he's a bad player! He just had a little bad luck, that's all.
Orihime takes the bat in hand and walks up to the plate, tapping the bat a couple of times before taking a few practice swings. There. She's ready!
"Oh, I won't," Thraskar says, as Vash steps off the plate. "She's a tricky one, I know." He's joking, as usual, which might explain why he takes a moment to size her up as the ball makes its way back to him.
"Just watch Kurosaki, okay?" he adds, to the batter. And then, the pitch!
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
"HIT THE DAMN BALL, WOMAN!" Ichigo bellows from the stands, brandishing his sno-cone like a torch. "Don't let that freako strike you out!"
He's going to eat a foul ball again.
Orihime Inoue swings! And misses! And sucks! But hey, one swing, she's still got two more! "Darn," she frowns, and furrows her brow. She must be focused, and serious! Her cheeks start to turn pink as Ichigo shouts. Oh, the pressure's on now. She can't let Ichigo down!
_______________Inning_______________________ Score___
_______|__1__|__2__|__3__|__4__|__5__|__6__|_____|__R__|__H__|
|Black | | | | | | | | | |
|Sheep | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | | 2 | 4 |
|-------+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+-----+
|Relief | | | | | | | | | |
|Society| 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | | 0 | 0 |
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CHARGE!
Thraskar almost feels a little guilty at this, perhaps due to some hopelessly human notion of chivalry that snuck into his moral code at a young age. Still, Ichigo's 'freako' comment does nothing to endear the angry little Death God to him, and for a second Thraskar wonders if he can throw the ball at an angle where it will /definitely/ clock the kid upside the head.
Naah.
"Not bad," he says to Orihime. What, he's trying to not feel like a total jerk here. Davidson adjusts his grip on the ball, and then throws.
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
In the RS dugout, Rena frowns at the comment from the bleachers and briefly considers going over to give Ichigo a piece of her mind. But she doesn't like being too far away from Erstin. She's a nice girl and all, but she won't consider her a proper Meister capable of looking after herself until she's properly Contracted to a master and out of school.
It's an Ancestor's duty to be worried about her children.
Orihime Inoue tightens her grip on the bat and SWING again with all her might! ...And very nearly falls on her seat as a result. Agh! Nothing but air AGAIN! Okay, this time's for real, she decides, exhaling in frustration as she pulls the bat back once more.
"You can do it, Orihime-chwaaaan!!" ♥
Yelling is just his way of encouraging. "You can do it, Inoue! Just keep your eye on the ball and follow- through!" Ichigo yells.
Maybe fewer foul balls this time.
*wiskwiskwisk* goes the ReliefSociety flag!
"You can do it, young Miss!" calls Eriol encouraging. ...For her to hit, not miss, honest.
/Throwing a no-hitter on the cute, vulnerable young woman does not make you a creep, Thraskar./ This train of thought might explain why Thraskar looks stoic as the ball once again makes its way back to him. /Just a game./ Then, he throws what could be the second out of the inning--will Orihime prevail?!
Orihime Inoue swings her bat and misses! Steeerike!
Orihime Inoue swings, and misses again! Noooooooo... She slumps. Darn it, she's one of the best in her grade at softball! What went wrong? More disappointingly, she lost even with Ichigo cheering her on. And even if things change, make no mistake, his opinion is still invaluable to the girl. Nonetheless, she smiles, and heaves a short sigh. "I'll do better next time, heh heh!" she rubs at a burning cheek, trotting back to the dugout.
Three swings, three misses. Roy winces out in centerfield and as he's jogging towards the dugout, he takes a moment to pause and change direction to Orihime, leaning in to whisper to her right quick, one hand ruffling her hair affectionately.
Shinji Ikari blinks at the super-quick second inning, quickly heading towards the dugout.
He blinks, looking for where Toji is. "Toji?" Shinji asks, looking concerned. And then he looks down at the seat.
A rubber cicada.
Shuddering, the Third Child just...just sits down, and decides to hope that Hikari was in a forgiving mood. Because there's nothing scarier than a girl with pigtails and enough upper body strength to bench press a jock twice her size.