Nov 11, 2010 00:32
[Seychelles had cheerfully gone to her coach's house to borrow the blitzball for some practice shots, only to find that he'd been droned. And that the Blitzball, among other things, were nowhere to be found. She's lived in Mayfield long enough to know what that means. So she's calling her teammates. She's way too upset to be bothered filtering the call though, so everyone is getting this. She is trying very hard to make her voice sound even and informative. She is failing miserably.]
H- hey, um..... I don't know if anyone else has noticed yet, but I think Coach, err..... Jecht is gone. He- He's droned. And the ball's gone. S- so I think Blitzball practice is cancelled. Sorry...
[Later, Seychelles is sitting on the curb outside of her Coach's house. Former Coach. Former house. Whatever. It doesn't really matter now that he's gone. And it seems almost like spite that he took the only proper blitzball in town home with him. It may seem silly to an outsider, but the blitzball team had been one of the things that had kept her sane in this awful place. So now she can't help but feel a little...lost. She's absently wiping away stray tears wondering what she's going to do after school on Monday....]
jecht,
blitzball,
now what,
seychelles