Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 2 2009, 15:15:37 UTC
Edward's favorite thing is not batting.
It doesn't mean he doesn't relish the chance to knock a ball further than most humans can run, but it's still not a favorite. And so his walk up is run of the mill this time. Focused, but just that.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 17 2009, 12:00:01 UTC
Edward moved up into the batter's box.
Shifted his weight back.
Waited on its approach.
And then, as if he hadn't had all the time in the world to match where the ball actually was given the speed of the pitcher and pitch.......swung two inches over it.
He should be getting medals for this.
He did have the decency to look a little chagrined.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 18 2009, 15:43:13 UTC
Duo still has his unavoidable disability but at least, Edward notes, shifting his hold on the bat at the same time as the ball was released from the boy's hands, it's really a good throw all things considered.
Really, really good, in fact. Especially when it's crossing the plate unattempted.
Edward looked to the pitcher, with something of a smirk, one eyebrow raised. And it's cocky mocking as much as it is a compliment.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 19 2009, 02:12:15 UTC
It's not as fast as Alice, or Crowley, but it is faster than he'd expected it would be. The boy would be challenging with a wider range superhuman reflexes. (Not that Edward'll ever be the one offering to hand them out. To anyone.)
The aggravated thoughts more than silence evoke the determined amusement on Edward's face when he swings. The bat and ball connect harder than he'd even meant for it to, the sound ricocheting everywhere as the ball hurtled toward the right field.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 19 2009, 02:54:48 UTC
That part isn't good.
When people make a noise like that, when they're suddenly actually worried. And not about the game. It makes Edward look away from his run for the base, once the bat was tossed toward the ground, to have to see with his own eyes what's happening on the field.
Re: Edward at-batreallyaduckSeptember 19 2009, 02:57:12 UTC
Duck is staring frozen at the ball zooming towards her head, looking quite remarkably like a small woodland animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
Re: Edward at-batthemidnightsonSeptember 19 2009, 03:02:54 UTC
It's faster than he'd realized and she's not even moving. Can she see through bangs? At least it's obvious that she is looking at it, the way her mind and vision is literally frozen before it.
It's more than half way already.
Edward doesn't realize he's stopped moving altogether toward first base, when he's thinking he'd only maybe make it if he took off for her now and suddenly saying, sharp and warning and asking; a note of panic lower than the humans would hear. "Carlisle."
Re: Edward at-batofthefamilySeptember 19 2009, 03:07:54 UTC
I've got her I'll get it
The message repeats a couple of times as Carlisle runs from his position at center field to Duck, who still seems transfixed by the ball hurtling towards her.
She can't weigh more than 100 pounds. He has to be careful.
Carlisle tucks the girl in his arms and turns her away from the path of the ball.
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It doesn't mean he doesn't relish the chance to knock a ball further than most humans can run, but it's still not a favorite. And so his walk up is run of the mill this time. Focused, but just that.
Or is it.
He is a master liar.
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Okay, so he wants to play it that way?
First pitch: curve ball.
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Shifted his weight back.
Waited on its approach.
And then, as if he hadn't had all the time in the world to match where the ball actually was given the speed of the pitcher and pitch.......swung two inches over it.
He should be getting medals for this.
He did have the decency to look a little chagrined.
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How does Edward feel about fastballs?
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But he does suddenly seem slightly more focused on Duo.
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Really, really good, in fact.
Especially when it's crossing the plate unattempted.
Edward looked to the pitcher, with something of a smirk, one eyebrow raised. And it's cocky mocking as much as it is a compliment.
"Faster." Beat. "If you can."
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Oh, little punk. He's asking for it now. Duo takes the bait and winds up, scowling. You want fast? Here's fast.
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The aggravated thoughts more than silence evoke the determined amusement on Edward's face when he swings. The bat and ball connect harder than he'd even meant for it to, the sound ricocheting everywhere as the ball hurtled toward the right field.
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"Uh-oh."
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When people make a noise like that, when they're suddenly actually worried. And not about the game. It makes Edward look away from his run for the base, once the bat was tossed toward the ground, to have to see with his own eyes what's happening on the field.
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It's more than half way already.
Edward doesn't realize he's stopped moving altogether toward first base, when he's thinking he'd only maybe make it if he took off for her now and suddenly saying, sharp and warning and asking; a note of panic lower than the humans would hear. "Carlisle."
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The message repeats a couple of times as Carlisle runs from his position at center field to Duck, who still seems transfixed by the ball hurtling towards her.
She can't weigh more than 100 pounds. He has to be careful.
Carlisle tucks the girl in his arms and turns her away from the path of the ball.
"Duck? Are you alive in there?"
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Duck gulps, draws in a deep breath, and then, finally, realizes that she has been picked up and carried away by her team captain.
And promptly turns bright red.
"- I'm sorry!" Man, she's totally let the team down! "I'll try to catch it better next time! I just didn't know it was gonna go so -"
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