shizuo ☣ ninth throw
Who: Shizuo and any unfortunate person passing by
Where: Some...baseball field in Somni
Style: Either
Status: Open
[he still wasn't sure how he got into it, but it had involved some kids asking and pushing him over. apparently they witness him slugging some bastard trying to steal this old lady's purse with a ripped up sign post and send him flying about fifty feet.
so how did that get him to standing at the batting plate with a baseball bat in hand (which was already starting to crack under his grip) and staring at the kid pitcher in front of him. and why did they all look so excited? the coach had only asked for him to hit one ball so okay, he guessed he could do that. not that he really ever played before. he kind of stayed away from sports for a variety of reasons.
so all he had to do was hit the ball right?
well there was the pitch and...
CRACK.
as the announcer would say, that ball was outta there!
no, really, it was gone. Shizuo had hit it so hard it flew out of the field, out of the block and probably about to hit some random passerby, oops.]
...Hey, coach. I think I should use a metal bat.
[as he held up the now split wood bat, all the kids gathered around him which was kind of weird. and soon, instead of playing baseball, they were basically trying to see how far he could hit the ball.
so sorry Somarium. a baseball may be heading your way.]
Where: Some...baseball field in Somni
Style: Either
Status: Open
[he still wasn't sure how he got into it, but it had involved some kids asking and pushing him over. apparently they witness him slugging some bastard trying to steal this old lady's purse with a ripped up sign post and send him flying about fifty feet.
so how did that get him to standing at the batting plate with a baseball bat in hand (which was already starting to crack under his grip) and staring at the kid pitcher in front of him. and why did they all look so excited? the coach had only asked for him to hit one ball so okay, he guessed he could do that. not that he really ever played before. he kind of stayed away from sports for a variety of reasons.
so all he had to do was hit the ball right?
well there was the pitch and...
CRACK.
as the announcer would say, that ball was outta there!
no, really, it was gone. Shizuo had hit it so hard it flew out of the field, out of the block and probably about to hit some random passerby, oops.]
...Hey, coach. I think I should use a metal bat.
[as he held up the now split wood bat, all the kids gathered around him which was kind of weird. and soon, instead of playing baseball, they were basically trying to see how far he could hit the ball.
so sorry Somarium. a baseball may be heading your way.]