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Post by Cornelius Robinson on Mar 5, 2009 21:01:43 GMT -5
“Oh! Well, you’ll show him!” cried the inventor, with an assured look; and, giving the determined Hawaiian princess a light nudge, smiling just a tad nervously.
It chanced that, at this very moment, he would suffer the first blow of the opposing team’s wrath, being a common curse for bespectacled, brainy folk who dared join such a coarse sport. He could only wish Milo luck as well. They were possibly the weakest links in the team.
That day the air was so pure and tranquil that he almost felt some returning determination for the game, that is, until a rather amusing song pummeled that strength of mind with bewilderment. A smile of uncertainty made the edge of his lips curl. He hadn’t heard that song in years!
“Is that Tupac?” he asked, but the referees made it clear the game would commence. At this he readied himself for the quarterback to make his winning pass. Get ready to taste the dirt, Cornelius, he thought bitterly.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 6, 2009 15:17:44 GMT -5
"You read my mind, Esme." Elisa grinned. "I just hope one of our spectators thought to bring a camera!" Basil was calling the two teams together for a coin toss to start the game. "Let's get ready to rumble!" Elisa called out. Several sets of heads swiveled towards her, eying her as if she sprouted a second head. "It's an expression!" Elisa laughed. Esmeralda looked back at Elisa and grinned. "I have no idea what a camera is," she replied. "But if it is some of the magic of this new time, that can make us remember the look on Tremaine's face when we slam her snobby head in the mud, I agree with you." She leaned forward, without any idea how good she looked in a football player outfit. Esmeralda, not having a mirror, or a bathroom to hang the mirror in for that matter, had no idea how beautiful she was. She took her daily baths in the lake, and was completely happy with living her life in freedom. While she waited for the coin toss, she whispered to Elisa. "You take the left side of Tremaine, I take the right. Then we make a mud sandwich once and for all." She could feel Tremaine stare ice could on her from the other side of the field. She glared back, determined to show this snob she wasn't afraid of her.
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Post by Elisa Maza on Mar 6, 2009 20:48:30 GMT -5
Elisa chuckled. She'd have to show Esmeralda what a camera was after the game was over.
Across the line, Lady Tremaine turned up her nose at the team.
"Oh just you wait, you snob. Elisa thought. "By the time we're done with you, you'll be washing this field out of your hair for a week.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Mar 6, 2009 21:30:39 GMT -5
Warren
"Layla! You're not late, we're just starting!" Warren gave his schoomate a slap on the helmet, then turned to Audrey... his *ugh* girlfriend.
"Hey, Audrey!" Warren said eagerly, slapping a wide grin on his face. It wasn't easy acting so sappy. "Hey... You sure you can handle this?" he continued, oblivious to her true tough spirit. "I mean, other gals are playing, so you should be okay..."
Warren mentally facepalmed. Honestly, she could handle herself... The only thing that kept him in check was Jim's certain underwear and rodent-related threats.
"Oh, hey, I gotta go! Toss's starting." Warren said as he ran back onto the field, giving her a last look. He hoped that it was a look similar to the way Will looked at Layla...
Jim Jim rolled his eyes. How come Warren got the kick-butt gypsies on his team, while Jim was stuck with the nerds? Oh well, at least he had Nani. He knew from personal experience how hard-hitting she could be.
Jim removed his helmet as he ran out to the field, pounding knuckles with Warren.
"May the best dude win."
"Don't worry, I will." Warren said with a smirk, flipping the coin. "Heads!"
The coin landed tails-side-up.
"Nice, dude!" Jim laughed. "Yo! We've got offense first!" he yelled as he rushed back over to the Supernovas.
"Kay, huddle up. We're gonna pull a pass from the quarterback. Howl, you're gonna hike the ball to me. Milo, I want you, Cornelius, Nani, CL, And Tremain on the front line. Just keep everyone away from me and Edna.
Edna, you've got a tougher job. Since you're... uh, short... I want you to get to the other side of the Inferno's defenses. I'm gonna throw you the ball, and then just run like heck to the end zone."
"Okay... break!" Jim finished, jamming his helmet back on and taking his position behind Howl.
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Post by Edna Mode on Mar 6, 2009 21:38:26 GMT -5
Edna listened on as she formed a sly looking grin at Jim when he was explaining to her about what she must do.
"No problem darling, this fashionistas gonna make it through mr Hot Heads just like that."
She cracked her knuckles a bit as she placed the helmet on her and made sure it was fasten tight as they were ready for the first play.
"Bring It ON!!!!!"
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Post by Winnie the Pooh on Mar 7, 2009 1:21:51 GMT -5
Pooh had spotted something resting on the ground and he leaned over and picked it up. He frowned at the object and looked up at the players on the field. If he thought, and thought hard enough Pooh could remember a time when Christopher Robin had shown him an object just like this.
‘Hit the button Pooh,’ Christopher’s soft voice spoke to him in his memory. ‘See, and now you have a picture. A memory saved forever.’ (OOC: credit goes to Elisa for that line, I totally stole it!). Grinning, Pooh happily carried the camera over towards where Maid Marian and Lady Cluck were seated and he held it up for them to see.
“A thing-a-ma-bob!” he exclaimed. “Er... well I think that’s what it is, I cant be sure...” He turned the camera so it was facing the field and a flash went off, a picture popping out from the camera itself of a few stunned players caught like a deer in head lights. Grinning, he handed the picture carefully to Maid Marian to show her.
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Post by Panchito on Mar 7, 2009 11:39:53 GMT -5
Finally, the match was starting.
Panchito hadn't been listening to the recap of the rules; after all, he'd been playing football since he was a pullet. And besides, he was too busy looking at pretty girls in the stands.
Now, as he took his place on the field with the rest of the team, the vacquero wondered when they were going to bring out the ball. And what was that weird-looking oval-shaped thing Jim was carrying?
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Post by maidmarian on Mar 8, 2009 6:14:30 GMT -5
Maid Marian and Lady Cluck were talking to the cute little teddy, and he grabbed something that looked like a box. Then he pushed on a button, and suddenly a flash came out of nowhere. Maid Marian's eyes widened in childlike wonder - she hadn't heard any thunder? She looked up at the sky - but it was clear and blue, not a cloud in sight.
Then the teddy bear showed them a tiny portrait of herself and Lady Cluck. The painter had been very realistic - it really looked like them. Maid Marian laughed and gently accepted the portrait.
"Oh, thank you, Pooh. Look, Clucky, it's us! How cleverly done! My compliments to the artist."
She looked over at Pooh and smiled.
"Would you like to come to my wedding too, Winnie the Pooh?"
Lady Cluck picked up the teddy bear and placed him on her lap, giving him a hug.
"Look," she said and pointed out at the football field. The game has started."
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Post by ladytremaine on Mar 8, 2009 9:46:54 GMT -5
Lady Tremaine listened to the plan Jim had and nodded. She agreed that Edna was short - short enough to pass the enemy lines. But would she be tough enough to protect herself if she was under attack? Lady Tremaine's eyes rested on Edna for a while, then an ice cold smile went over her face. At least she could try to hold the gypsy filth away from Edna.
Her eyes went over to the other team, sizing them up, cold and contemptful.
What a sad, pathetic little bunch of losers. Their captain is more busy flirting with the girls than with doing his duties as a captain, and the rest of the team I don't give much for. This match is easily won already.
She gave an ice cold smile and her cold green eyes met Esmeralda's.
"You're going to die, gypsy filth!" She said in her ice cold voice. "The name of your team suits you well, because when I am done with you, you'll end up in hell. Your precious little kitty can't save you now. Clayton will have his hide, and hang him on his wall."
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Post by Winnie the Pooh on Mar 8, 2009 13:26:38 GMT -5
“A wedding!” Pooh repeated excitedly then frowned, not too certain what a wedding was exactly. “What if I have never been to a wedding before... would I still be able to come?” He looked at Maid Marian with concern but interest, not sure if him not knowing what it was would allow him to go. Once he was picked up and hugged by Lady Cluck he snuggled against her and looked down towards the football field and his eyes widened.
“Is... is that...” Pooh’s eyes flashed to Maid Marian and Lady Cluck in fear. “Is that the mean old lady from...” He couldn’t even finish his sentence and the tiny teddy clung to Lady Cluck as the horrible memory resurfaced from when he’d been held prisoner by Lady Tremaine.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2009 13:47:53 GMT -5
Foxy sulked beside Mushu, crossing his lanky arms and scrunching up his wet, black nose disdainfully. Even the old rap music wasn't improving his nasty attitude and he clenched his long fingers together impermeably as they were concealed under his furry forearms, wanting nothing more than to rip somebody's eyes out of their sockets. While the tiny dragon continued to jabber on about broken bones and fractured rear ends, the carnivore only allowed a little smirk to spread on his furry lips for a mere second before it morphed into his churlish scowl again.
Sure, it was amusing to watch people get themselves brutally injured but it wasn't half as satisfying if he wasn't the one causing all the damage. He slumped back against the bleacher, heaving an indifferent sigh and then he let his onyx pupils wander for a moment, not really paying attention to the game. They rested on a familiar pudgy, yellow figure and slowly narrowed with hunger and dislike as he caught the little bear gushing about his ex's upcoming wedding. Feeling his pelt singe with envy and hatred, the fox lifted up a half finished cup of punch that was residing in the holder next to him and whipped it at the annoyingly cheerful animal and then laughed haughtily.
Maybe he wasn't crushing people into the turf but wiping the smile off the puny teddy's face was gratifying enough.
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Post by Warren Peace on Mar 8, 2009 14:54:43 GMT -5
"Okay, men..." Warren said as he gathered the Infernos into a huddle, hardly acknowledging that more than half of his team was composed of females.
"We got defense first, so I want everyone to pick a Supernova and stick to him. Line up opposite with your man and keep them from getting open. And if they get the ball... let 'em eat dirt."
"Okay... BREAK!"
Warren jogged out to the field, taking his position in front of Howl.
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Post by Winnie the Pooh on Mar 8, 2009 14:57:51 GMT -5
Pooh had feared he’d be seen by Lady Tremaine and had jumped off Lady Cluck’s lap and out of her arms, worried she might have spotted them together and didn’t want her to get in trouble as well. After all this was the same mean old lady who had captured Piglet and Quasi and tried to burn them as well! He moved a bit behind Maid Marian and was about to run off in fear when a cold liquid splashed against him.
Frowning Pooh looked up and noticed Foxy, from the forest with Cinderella and he felt a small tingle of fear run through him a bit. He stood there dripping wet in red punch, fur soaked and he shook himself off a little looking back at Foxy.
“Oh bother,” he groaned sadly now looking down at himself. “I’m afraid this just won’t due.” He listened up when he heard the game was beginning and moved to sit by himself.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 8, 2009 15:01:50 GMT -5
Esmeralda looked over at Warren with a puzzled look on her face.
"Men? Dear Warren, I think you need to have your eyes checked." She puffed out her chest in the tightfitting jersey. "Do I look like a man to you?"
She grinned when she noticed some of the male spectators started to drool.
"I like your plan, Warren. Elisa and I will make a mud sandwich out of Lady Tremaine. Then I can keep an eye on Edna. She is short, so it will be fun to chase after her. You know I am a professional dancer and can move fast and accurate, right? I hope I can use those skills to make a touch down today. Elisa just taught me that expression."
She placed herself in position and looked forward to the fight.
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Post by Layla Williams on Mar 11, 2009 17:24:15 GMT -5
Layla rolled her eyes at the "men" comment however took her spot on the field. She really didn't know why she was playing football when she barely knew the positions of the team! Besides- we nevermind cross that one out, she DID take out a whole squad of superpowered cheerleaders... 'Okay, make your move...' She thought with a grin behind her helmet. 'Come on Warren! Don't make me tangle your rear up with vines!' She steamed mentally as she was impatient to start the game. "Alright! Let's go!"
[Sorry but even if I watch the Superbowl each year I don't know what postions there are in football so.. bare with me XD]
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