Take me out to the ball game...[open]
Characters: whatsacliche and YOU
Setting/Location: About the town
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon
Warnings: Cuteness, probably.
Summary: Makeshift baseball time!
Finn was bored and lost and he'd be scared if that wasn't so sissy. Actually, he was really scared, but he was super-good at hiding it. Like that time he went to his cousin's on Halloween and they watched a scary movie and he just blurred his eyes instead of covering them.
He had his ways.
He also had ways to stop being bored, but those usually involved toys or Playstation or a football or something. Here there wasn't anything to play with. And it was totally a cowboy town too! Where were all the Indians and lassos and horses and stuff?
Gosh.
Apparently it was time to get creative. Which wasn't exactly Finn's strong suit-- even when he played drums he usually ended up doing the same thing over and over again --but sometimes he just fell into things.
Or tripped over rocks and sticks, whatever. They worked as pretend baseballs and bats, at least. Finn hefted a thick branch onto his shoulder and tossed a rock into the air, swinging the way he saw players on TV do it. The "bat" made contact with the "ball"-- which immediately disintegrated, dirt dissolving and flying back into Finn's face on the wind. Okay, the next one wouldn't be a dirt clod.
Setting/Location: About the town
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon
Warnings: Cuteness, probably.
Summary: Makeshift baseball time!
Finn was bored and lost and he'd be scared if that wasn't so sissy. Actually, he was really scared, but he was super-good at hiding it. Like that time he went to his cousin's on Halloween and they watched a scary movie and he just blurred his eyes instead of covering them.
He had his ways.
He also had ways to stop being bored, but those usually involved toys or Playstation or a football or something. Here there wasn't anything to play with. And it was totally a cowboy town too! Where were all the Indians and lassos and horses and stuff?
Gosh.
Apparently it was time to get creative. Which wasn't exactly Finn's strong suit-- even when he played drums he usually ended up doing the same thing over and over again --but sometimes he just fell into things.
Or tripped over rocks and sticks, whatever. They worked as pretend baseballs and bats, at least. Finn hefted a thick branch onto his shoulder and tossed a rock into the air, swinging the way he saw players on TV do it. The "bat" made contact with the "ball"-- which immediately disintegrated, dirt dissolving and flying back into Finn's face on the wind. Okay, the next one wouldn't be a dirt clod.