Characters: Liz and Milly
Location: The tetherball poles next to the volleyball court
Time: afternoon-ish, post-Weskerplot
Content: LIZ AND MILLY FUNTIMES YAY
Format: prose
Warnings: possibly abuse of sports equipment
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tetherball was the best sport at summer camp )
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It had only been a few days after her rescue from Wesker's clutches, and she wasn't close to recovering from the horrible experience. She had been kidnapped, experimented on, and tortured all for the disillusioned goals of a madman.
What really took the cake is that she was back here, the place that allowed her to be subjected to such things. Any claim of the Institute keeping young mutants safe was bullshit. It didn't matter if they came back to save them; it shouldn't have happened in the first place.
Walking to the sports field in hope of finding something to hit, Liz had to admit that Xavier had some more than decent equipment. They had to considering the potentially destructive abilities of students. In fact, she was watching one said student senselessly beat a tetherball...with her feet.
"Hey, tetherball is a hands-on sport. Your feet aren't your hands, man."
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"So what? I'm not playing with anyone else. Who has to play by the rules, huh?"
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She grabbed the ball and held it up in one hand, game face on. "Actually, you do since you'll be playing with me now."
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Well, fine. This girl wanted to play? Milly could play.
Milly smirked. "Okay, fine. I'm going to assume you've played tetherball. I call first serve. You ready?"
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