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Post by josh on Mar 31, 2012 22:23:06 GMT -5
josh was doing what he did every day after school. (when he wasn't needed to fight tyrannodrones or giant monsters, of course.) he was outside of the school, on the soccer field, kicking the ball around. his after school permit was tucked in the side of his left cleat (the safest place for it really, and still easily accessible). the shorts he was currently wearing didn't have any pockets.
he'd been at it for about thirty minutes already, mostly juggling though he'd done some dribbling as well. even though he practiced by himself most of the time, he did it in a way that helped to improve his abilities. he just wasn't the type to practice with someone else, despite being part of a team sport.
one of the biggest reasons for it all though, was to stay away from guys. for the most part. that, and he just didn't want to go home. because his brother would be there. the newest of his frequent bruises was just visible beneath the left sleeve of his jersey. most of the others were either hidden completely or had gone away. all were complements of his brother.
not that anyone would know that. because they were easily enough written off as bruises from soccer and martial arts, both of which he took part in daily. of course, it was his life at home that led to that. because it was a way to stay out of the house. plus he enjoyed both a lot. practicing was actually a lot of fun.
josh stopped, sitting down in the grass and leaning against one of the goal posts. she pulled a bottle of water from the bag beside her and uncapped it, taking a swig before capping it again and resting his head back against the post.
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Post by vinceryder on Apr 8, 2012 23:04:51 GMT -5
Vince had been on the school campus just walking around scoping out the place. He had not yet decided which school he wanted to go to. He wanted to stay around the place where he got his powers but he also needed to be by his team and by Eliza Oliver who was his inspiration to join the team itself. As he walked around he saw a bunch of kids sitting on a table. Two were playing guitars and one was using his binder as a drum. Vince ran over to them and began to sing Rolling in the deep by Adele. As he sang and they played a small crowd began to gather so Vince began to dance causing people to cheer.
As the song came to an end Vince saw a young boy kicking and juggling a soccer ball with expert skill even though the boy was young. He smiled and decided that he should go say hi. He jogged over to the field as the boy sat down and gave a soft wave.
"Hey dude, you got some skill with that ball. Who taught ya? You could be a seriously good dancer with those moves. My Names Vince Ryder, Freshman what's yours?"
Vince smiled at the young boy looking him over. He seemed so young to be so skilled. Vince just sat in front of him hoping the boy would make conversation.
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Post by josh on Apr 15, 2012 1:00:58 GMT -5
josh had just taken a seat, he'd downed about half his bottle of water already, when someone jogged over. the guy was roughly the same age he was, though taller. not really surprising since josh was short in comparison to american guys his age. it got him a lot of grief sometimes but usually it wasn't a big deal. he was comfortable enough about his height, especially when it meant he didn't really draw too much attention to himself. he preferred being ignored, really, over having a bunch of attention.
or he did now, anyway. he wasn't always like that. back when he was little, five and six, he did everything in his power to get some attention and make friends. things had changed though. he wasn't the same little kid he used to be. circumstances made him wary of those around him, especially when it came to the guys. it helped to be part of a team though. the soccer team, he was starting to trust those people. the power rangers, they were gaining his trust too. this new kid though...
comparing soccer to dancing? that was a little odd. not that it really mattered, he supposed. he had no interest in dancing and it was pointless to bother pointing that out. it would do no good and it wasn't important anyway. "i taught myself..." he muttered, almost too quietly to be heard. he wasn't very outspoken most of the time.
josh must actually be older than the brunet he was currently talking to, if this could really be called talking. he was two grades ahead, though perhaps birthday played a role in one of them? either way though, grade didn't really mean much. people failed all the time and moving could easily get you put in a grade lower. especially if you were moving somewhere with a higher curriculum. "i'm joshua lee. junior."
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