Bottom of the Firstways_diamondAugust 30 2009, 16:33:41 UTC
The third out in the top of the inning sets off a flurry of activity, as the Enigmas head back to their bench and the Paradoxes take the field for the first time.
And then, once everyone is ready, the game resumes.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 6 2009, 01:55:35 UTC
Edward will refrain from rolling his--No, really he won't. He never does. He'll just stand there, waiting for his sister's line up looking far too smug.
Are you smart enough, this time, Alice? Well are you?
Re: Edward at-batbetagainstmeSeptember 10 2009, 03:36:25 UTC
Alice concentrates on not thinking at him, on humming some song, on not thinking of the future, of willing every vision away.
She winds, leg up in the air, arm swinging behind her, and lets go. It's not as forceful as she would have done had they been at home, and hopefully (for her team) it's something Edward won't hit.
(Though she can't be too angry if he does. It's Edward)
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 10 2009, 10:14:22 UTC
It isn't.
Something he hits.
He actually looks up at the sky when it passes him. His lips are quirking further upward when he looks back to her in the thousandth of a second of it passing him.
He's not an arrogant prat to his twin sister at anytime. No. Never.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 11 2009, 09:47:21 UTC
To the naked human eye this is what happens: Alice arm winds, her hand opens, seemingly empty, followed by a deafening CRACK sound, like thunder rattling the sky, and just the next side of a few seconds, Edward is a blur toward first base.
To Alice, Edward, Carlisle and the wonderful select few others on the field:
There's a gorgeous extend, ball flying, sharp high pitched air tearing its edges, and Edward, laughing, a laugh lost in the space between milliseconds, that says something along the lines of That's more like it, before the bat swings, connecting perfectly, and the ball is flying over her head.
And then his eyes are on the first base, hoping for the third or a round, if he's honest, as he's watching the ball's path through many other eyes instead of needing to look at it himself.
Father Mulcahy at batcheerychaplainSeptember 3 2009, 02:20:13 UTC
Father Mulcahy pulls his cap down more securely over his ears, fixes his glasses, swings the bat up over his shoulder, and steps in at the plate. He looks out at the people in the field, the sunlight, the green grass, and he smiles. Right then!
The first pitch blows past him, and his eyes widen a little.
On the second one, he has a better idea of the speed to expect, but he swings and -- more through luck than skill -- connects. It's a long fly ball to center field, and Father Mulcahy drops the bat and takes off for first.
Re: Father Mulcahy at batcheerychaplainSeptember 3 2009, 02:31:15 UTC
Father Mulcahy was rounding first by the time the ball made contact with the glove. He tips his cap to the centerfielder and jogs back to the Enigmas' bench, grinning all the while. He's never been terribly good at the competitive part of sports; out or not, it's a beautiful day for baseball.
Crowley at bataj_crawleySeptember 14 2009, 03:20:16 UTC
Well, here goes nothing.
Or at least, that's the cliché. As far as Crowley's concerned - and as is probably evident, as he strolls up to the mount, hefts the weight of the bat experimentally in his hand, and then gets into position, smirking the whole while...
Well, as far as Crowley's concerned, here goes a whole hell of a lot.
And then, once everyone is ready, the game resumes.
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But he hardly is when the wicked smirk he tosses his sister says Let's get this started now.
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Just hit the ball, Edward. If you can.
:O!
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"Hey batter batter hey batter batter sa-WING!"
...you can safely assume she's gonna be doing that whenever the other team is at bat. Just FYI.
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Are you smart enough, this time, Alice? Well are you?
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She winds, leg up in the air, arm swinging behind her, and lets go. It's not as forceful as she would have done had they been at home, and hopefully (for her team) it's something Edward won't hit.
(Though she can't be too angry if he does. It's Edward)
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Something he hits.
He actually looks up at the sky when it passes him. His lips are quirking further upward when he looks back to her in the thousandth of a second of it passing him.
He's not an arrogant prat to his twin sister at anytime. No. Never.
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This time, she doesn't hold back, firing a quick and hard shot toward him without a thought.
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To Alice, Edward, Carlisle and the wonderful select few others on the field:
There's a gorgeous extend, ball flying, sharp high pitched air tearing its edges, and Edward, laughing, a laugh lost in the space between milliseconds, that says something along the lines of That's more like it, before the bat swings, connecting perfectly, and the ball is flying over her head.
And then his eyes are on the first base, hoping for the third or a round, if he's honest, as he's watching the ball's path through many other eyes instead of needing to look at it himself.
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And now, from the on-deck circle comes number 77, the second baseman, Father Mulcahy.
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The first pitch blows past him, and his eyes widen a little.
On the second one, he has a better idea of the speed to expect, but he swings and -- more through luck than skill -- connects. It's a long fly ball to center field, and Father Mulcahy drops the bat and takes off for first.
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It's an easy catch and easier out. Carlisle holds the ball up in his glove for inspection of the masses.
And then he realizes who he just called out, and looks a little stricken.
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Or at least, that's the cliché. As far as Crowley's concerned - and as is probably evident, as he strolls up to the mount, hefts the weight of the bat experimentally in his hand, and then gets into position, smirking the whole while...
Well, as far as Crowley's concerned, here goes a whole hell of a lot.
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But when it's over, it's two out, and still nobody on, as number 7, Teja comes to bat for the Enigmas.
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