[Thread - Kicking Around a Head for Amusement]

[without_sky]

Who: Reeve, Vincent, Wolfina, and Cid (journals later)
What: JENOVA HEAD SOCCER
When: Saturday!
Where: outside
Rating: PG13 for pottymouth and plastic head abuse

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[tripodofjustice]

Wolfina was trying her very hardest not to laugh as she followed Cid eagerly down the stairs, her journal tucked into his jacket to keep it from getting slimed up during the game. [How it fit there, no one could possibly know.] Hadn't she been offering to get rid of these things, not play soccer with them?

But really, the suggestion was too awesome to pass up, the other team had accepted, and Cid had dragged her in. She didn't have much of a choice right now, and really, she didn't mind it too much. She got to meet new people, have fun and get messy-- it was a triple bonus!

Wolfina nodded at Cid's words, moving slightly to what she figured was a good location, a broad grin on the camerawoman's face. She wouldn't be surprised if, after this, they all ended up completely slimed, sliming the halls, or sliming the halls as they moved donwstairs-- or a possible combination of the three.

"You're awesome, you know that?" she complimented Cid, laughing. "I think you're the only one who'd ever think up playing soccer with a fake head."

[littleblackcait]

Reeve was winded by the time he'd gotten down the stairs- partly from the extended walk, and partly from just laughing. Yes, he was barefoot in pajamas and about to play soccer with a severed head, but... honestly, he figured everyone in AVALANCHE had joked about doing something similar during the Jenova War anyway. And after all the bizarre things he'd experienced so far... well, playing soccer with a severed head sounded downright sensible as long as he didn;t think about it too hard.

He pulled up across the lawn, leaning over and bracing on his knees, catching his breath. "Nice spot. You've got our 'ball', right?" He grinned at Wolfina, waving, and straightened back up. "I haven't done this since college, Cid. If I break a hip, it's your fault."

"... ready, Vincent?" Reeve threw a glance over his shoulder, grinning. "I think Cid there needs to be taught a lesson in humility."

[and_it_aches]

This was completely, utterly, totally disgusting and Vincent had no idea why he was doing it. All he had wanted to do was go back to his room, wash up, perhaps try and talk to Lucrecia, or at least plan on trying to talk to Lucrecia...

What he got was Jenova soccer, one of the heads hanging from his slack prosthetic grip. He had grabbed the head dangling from his doorway, less it stink up the hallway and, more importantly, his room by the time of their return. He had not, however, had the time to grab his boots--so he, too, was barefoot and cloakless, not to mention headbandless as he had to use it to tie back his hair and keep even more goo from getting into it (no thanks to Reeve, honestly.)

Vincent sighed lightly and tried not to glare while tossing the head at the woman Cid had brought with him. "That is not the only lesson he needs."

[without_sky]

"Well shit." Cid swore, still grinning. "I got one end telling me how great I am and the other two acting like goddamn teachers."

If he stopped to think about it, the Highwind wasn't entirely sure how this whole thing was going to over...Shit, he never did stop to think about how being blind would ruin the game.

"Hey," he muttered towards Wolfina. "Gonna need some kind of directions for this shit, alright? Give 'em to me like you're telling time. I can use that."

To the other two, Cid just called:

"We get to kick first, eh? Alright, alright. Didn't think you numskulls wanted this shit over so fast."

There was nothing in the world quite like endless confidence to make up for handicaps.

[tripodofjustice]

Wolfina waved back to the one she assumed was Reeve, flashing him a bright grin before catching the head his companion threw at her. It was a good thing she'd grabbed some gloves before getting down there... but ugh, her jacket. Oh well, she was sure this stuff could be cleaned out.

She listened to Cid's words, nodding just slightly, her grin fading into a mischievous smirk as she dropped the head Vincent had thrown. This was sure to be a lovely experience for her. It beat assing the day wandering the castle and sitting in her room, after all.

She backed up a bit from where the slimy head sat, thankful she'd put on boots before hand. She eyed the other team for a moment, before running back, raising her left leg high behind her...

BAM! She managed to ignore the unpleasant noise her booted foot slamming against the head made, blocking her face as slime flew. The tentacled head sailed through the air towards Reeve, and she prepared to have it returned, already excited about this.