Soccer in a ballroom

[wcn_siberian]

Who:  Stella and Ken, OPEN if you want to join in
Where:  The hotel's ballroom
What:  A meeting
When:  Current
Rating: PG probably

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[ofsunnmoon]

Stella was a bit bored herself as she yawned running a hand through her hair, which hung a bit limply. She complained about not having her royal leave-in shampoo/conditioner combo, but not much she could really do about that and -

...and what on Earth was that noise? And who was making it? Listening a bit more, she looked towards the ballroom area, finding the noise was coming from there. Most likely someone as bored as she was; hopefully it wasn't that sugar saturated girl again as she took hold of the double doors and threw them open, looking around and spotting the lone boy on the other side of the room.

"What are you doing?" she stared at him incredulously.

[wcn_siberian]

Ken turned towards her, though he didn't stop juggling the ball as he did. It kept bouncing off his foot and going up to bounce off his knee once in awhile. "Practicing. What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" Were people here always such idiots? It wasn't like he was doing something ridiculously hard to figure out after all.

[ofsunnmoon]

"My, you don't have to use such harsh language, dahling, I was just asking, sheesh!" Stella shook her hair a bit crossing the room. "And this isn't a practice field. It's a ballroom, which is meant for dancing, not dribbling or whatever it is you're doing right now" she waved her hand flippantly at him.

[wcn_siberian]

Ken kicked the ball up and caught it easily before propping it on his hip. "Your point? There's nowhere else to practice and it's not like anyone is using this place. I might as well do whatever I want." Besides, it wasn't like anyone could stop him. While he wasn't wearing them, his weapons were in the gym bag he'd tossed aside. It wouldn't take long to get them.