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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:45 am
Jace huffs lightly as he walks out of the changing room used for his class. So... From what he heard this school has 1st years do PE with 3rd years which is kind of... strange, but hey, whatever floats their boat? He glances around before spotting his classmates and moving to them, joining the group in watching another group warm up.
'Must be the third years' Jace thinks as he watches guys seemingly a few years older then the one from his run around the field they're supposed to use.
Ah... Maybe that's the reason for the weird class mix-up... Boys and girls are sepperated so there would be too little people running around like headless chicken otherwise... Yeah, that explenation seems fine for Jace's mind... Especially when he ignores the little voice wonder about why first and second years don't get paired up...
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:20 pm
Ambroas waltzed out to the field, today being an outdoors day for the class. He was dressed in a sleeveless and torn up and....bloodied t-shirt that was far too large on him. A pair of baggy sports shorts hanging on his hips and a dingy pair of tennis shoes that had some old blood on them as well as mudd.
He stretched his hands above his head, looking about before darting towards the track, purposefully bumping into a dark haired man. His brilliant blue eyes looked back to the man with a wicked grin. "Get a move on shorty." He laughed.
Suddenly the coach's voice screamed out at him. "Ambroas!! You're paired with "shorty" as you call him. Show him the ropes. Go with him around the track twice, do some weights and just don't put this one in the hospital you dumb a**."
The white-haired man skidded on the track and stared at coach with a look that showed he was not happy at all, his eyes landing on the other. Ambroas looked the guy over, thinking that he was probably a wuss of sorts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:21 pm
Jace narrowes his light eyes as he looks up at the other, crossing his arms over his chest. "Watch where you're going, old man. Or did the age that hit your hair affect your sight at well." he blanks, obviously not impressed with the other's attitude towards him.
Hell, he did not take well to insults being flung to him, especially not by someone he doesn't know and for no good reason. Makes him want to offer the person a 'drink'.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:57 pm
Ambroas glared at the man. "I'm not old, y'hear. My hair's dyed." He watched as the coach left and he smirked, turning to the man. "Listen here....get in my way and I'll break that nose of yours, got it? Now keep up or just drop the class." He turned away, starting off with a jog down the track
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:58 pm
Jace raises an eyebrow before setting in chase! "How funny, because I'm really inching to make your kidney shrink..." he muses, keeping up. He. Does. Not. Like. Being. Insulted. Mental huff.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:58 pm
A grin spread across his face as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't hep but think that the kid had guts. "So, what's your name, kid?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:59 pm
"Kinda rude to ask for a name without giving your own first." Jace huffs again, glancing at him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:11 pm
"Never said I was Mr. Manners now did I. And why in the ******** are you wearing those!?" He looked at the man's clothes, the long sleeves and pants and just shakes his head in disgust.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:13 pm
"Because I felt like it." Jace rolls his eyes. "And no s**t, Sherlock. You didn't quite give off the Mr. Manners impression either. More the mr. Manners?-Never-Heard-Of-Them."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:13 pm
"Whatever, kid. Names Ambroas Inconnu. What's the ungodly name your parents gave you, hm?" His still couldn't stop looking at the man's clothes. He must have been baking in them. Oh well, if he keels over then it's his own fault not Ambroas'.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:13 pm
"Jace." He replies, not bothering to give out any other name then that. Hell, he's not giving anyone any kind of material that will trace them back to his house... Nuh-uh. He sure as hell isn't. Hell, what with all the drinks he likes to hand out sometimes... v.v;;
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:51 pm
Ambroas smirked. "Alright, Jace....what sport are you in here for? Baseball, basketball, boxing, wrestling? Personally, I love boxing. Punching another man in the face is just far too thrilling."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:51 pm
"I'm more into kickboxing." Jace huffs lightly, still keeping up with the other. "Normal boxing doesn't quite do it for me, what with the below-the-belt rule."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:52 pm
"Hmm, never tried kick boxing, shorty. Never thought about it either." They made it around the track, Ambroas slowing down, sweat running down in drops. "Alright, time to hit the weights, unless you'd prefer to take a break." He smirked as if taunting him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:53 pm
"I think it's more you who doesn't dare to let your muscles cool down before continuing..." Jace humms lightly. "Afraid they'll refuse to start again after not being used?"
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