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[awesome_captain]

Not having to play games with distractions like wind gusts or the smell of great food made this baseball game a little easier compared to the last. Well, sort of -- no matter what was going on, it was hard for Devon to find any faults when he was having fun playing a sport he loved. It helped that his team won, for once. Sure, winning wasn't

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In-Game, for J$torm

[un_gloved]

It was the end of the inning. An inning that left them in good standing, but barely. As the other team jogged in from the outfield and Johnny came off of home plate, she headed over to intercept it, glove tucked under her arm.

"Hey, Johnny! C'mere a sec."

[heatedrod]

By now, listening to Rogue during a game wasn't even a question; as soon as he heard his name, Johnny jogged over.

He tugged his cap off and ran a hand through his hair as he gave her an expectant look. "What's up?"

[un_gloved]

"Were you twitchin' at balls just to yank my chain?" she demanded, inflection distinctly off, "because I know you know the only difference between a run and an early inning is strikes. You'd taken a swing at one more curve ball and we'd have wasted a man on third. Now you showed self-control and believe me, matchstick, I know that ain't your strong point, but use your head, would ya?"

[heatedrod]

"Excuse me?" Johnny knew Rogue had her bossy moments, but something about the way she called him matchstick immediately set him on edge. Nobody called him matchstick. Only Ben and, occasionally, Pete. Not Rogue, no matter how much Johnny liked her.

"You know it's just a game, right?"

[spd_green]

Bridge played for love of the game, but even he had to admit that winning made everything better, no matter what everything was. Jogging off the field, he sprang into a hands-free cartwheel followed by a back flip, spinning in a bit of a dance when he landed.

[psych_out]

The winning was great and all, but Shawn couldn't deny that it lack a certain something. A group of somethings, actually, in short skirts and pompoms and synchronized shouting. And it wasn't even just for the eye-candy factor; cheerleaders were a lot more than that. In fact, they were probably the only reason Shawn knew how to spell victory at all.

He didn't have a short skirt, and when Shawn wandered off the field, two fists of foliage from a nearby bush made up his makeshift pompoms. His arm flailings looked a bit more like semaphore than anything else, and he shimmied a little as he chanted: "V. V-I. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! Hold the V, dot the I, rock that C-T-O-R-Y!"

He drew the line at attempting a split.

[vvdanicavv]

Danica wasn't even sure why she was here - lack of anything better to do, boredom, a sudden urge to watch people lose and hope that they weep uncontrollably. Not that she knew who'd won or lost or gave a fuck either way.

She forcibly looked away when Shawn caught her attention, raising a hand to shield her eyes and moving a few steps further away, lest anyone think they knew each other.

"Oh my God. Could you be any more retarded?" Easy question. He could not.

[psych_out]

"You want to show me how it's done?" Shawn asked, rattling the pompoms in her direction. Miss Queen of the Damned didn't ever really strike him as the cheery type, but maybe she'd surprise him.

That, or she'd stuff the pompoms down his throat. Who could tell?

[vvdanicavv]

Far better that it wasn't done at all in Danica's opinion.

"I'm busy," she replied, still standing there, shoulders turned away from him. Sure, to an outsider it probably looked like she wasn't doing anything at all but she knew differently. Pretending she didn't know him was an important job and couldn't be put off for anything, let alone cheerleading.

[drownondryland]

Meredith's pretty sure Cristina thinks she's insane for signing up to play baseball and she can't blame her for that, because she still thinks so, too. Playing on Devon's team, though, has proved to be more fun than she'll ever actually say. And winning? Winning doesn't hurt, even when she knows she didn't do a hell of a lot to contribute to that victory.

And when the game's over, she sticks around to cheer on the opposition, then just to hang around. It's really nothing she ever imagined for herself, becoming the kind of person content to play or watch baseball or be here at all, but at least it keeps her busy. Making her way through the crowd aimlessly, it's nice to enjoy herself without thinking about it much for once.

[stayastranger]

Sarah always made a point of coming out to cheer on Devon's team. Baseball wasn't particularly her thing, though maybe the others were right that she would enjoy it more from the field, but Devon was basically family now, so either way, she was there. With the game over, she fell to watching people instead, leaning back against a tree to keep out of the sun. Events around here always brought out a strange crowd.