It’s Playtime

watchustakeontheworld:

the-ginger-tomboy:

Ah, that smile was a lot less scary. She felt herself begin to rela, but only ever so slightly. She still didn’t trust him all that much to let her guard down completely, and she knew that she wasn’t going to trust him any time soon. He still looked kind of creepy to her.

When he told her that he’d been kicked off the team, she couldn’t help but smirk. Of course — he looked like the type to be kicked off a team. If he acted anything like how she assumed he did, then she was surprised he was even allowed on the team in the first place. She was even tempted to ask what the reasons he got kicked off the team were, but she vaguely remembered something her mum had told her about privacy and strangers, and decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Where’d you play?" she asked as she continued to toss the ball. "I mean, what position? Left-back, centre-mid… striker?"

"Striker.  Back at my school in the States is where I play."  Blade’s grin widened at her smirk.  There was something amusing about it, and he found it interesting that he knew that amusement was found in the fact that she had sized him up pretty well.  By the way she carried herself, the way she looked at him, it wasn’t difficult for a seasoned grifter to tell that she’d pegged him as someone dangerous.  How dangerous, Blade didn’t quite know, but the fact she continued to engage him made it interesting, so he engaged back.

"I’m best on the attack.  So I played striker.  Not to sound arrogant or whatever, but I’m pretty agile and aware of my surroundings.  On the field, it helps to have a striker who can peel back defenders and pave a path to the goal,"  Blade tilted his head to flick his bangs out of his face, pressing forward a bit of ego to see just how the girl would deal with it, "And to tell you the truth, I’m not really off off the team…just suspended for a bit.  Like I said…I’m best on the attack.”

He was out to have a nice walk, enjoy the scenery while he had the free time.  Wasting his time with a bunch of kids didn’t actually seem too bad either, so he lifted a curious grin to her, “You know, if you’re playing and need another man…”

Jodie wasn’t that surprised when he told her that he was a striker. He looked like the aggressive type — not aggressive as in ‘you come near my goal and I’ll kill you’, but more like ‘I will smash your goal to pieces and there’s nothing you can do about it’ kind of aggressive. Although… he was American, so she wasn’t exactly sure how aggressive strikers were there in comparison with the British ones.

And then the ego came out. She merely raised an eyebrow at it — she was used to worse from the people she was friends with, not to mention that she had a bit of a large ego herself. “What, you’re the kind of striker to go in for hard tackles and get loads of red card, then?” she asked, smirking slightly before spinning the ball on her finger.

"You can join us. They won’t have a problem. As long as you don’t boot the ball at anyone’s head, it’s all good." She grinned at him.

xlostdreamersx:

the-ginger-tomboy:

"You’re on." She smirked at him, rolling her eyes a little. He waa really bigging himself up with those teases, wasn’t he?

"Go as easy as you want," she told him, still smirking as she walked over to the wall. "Ready… GO!" She began racing up the wall, grabbing the footholds and pushing herself up easily.

The lava wall was the only thing Nick was good at besides hand to hand combat. He spent down days seeing how fast he could climb the wall. This time he was doing it for Jodie though. He climbed up as fast as he could and back down, watching from the ground as she finish.

"So do I win?" he asked hopefully.

At the beginning of the climb, Jodie had fully expected to win. After all, Nick didn’t look like a climber, and she was pretty good at it. But when she saw him standing on the ground, waiting for her, at the end, she scowled. How had he done that so fast?!

"I guess you do," she mumbled, looking down at the ground.

abnormalxxpoet:

the-ginger-tomboy:

Through the peephole, on the other side of the door, the elderly man still stood, looking as furious as ever. But his image kept flickering, changing to one of a cyclops and back to an old man. The more agitated he got, the more his form seemed to flicker, as he waited for the door to be opened.

Ailiana held back a gasp. A cyclops?! Living inland her whole life, Ailiana never thought she’d battle a cyclops. They were Poseidon’s creations, living near water. And some parts of England, apparently. /Probably because the country is an island!/ She sighed. /You should have seen that coming!/

/C’mon, Ailiana, focus!/ The daughter of Apollo racked her memory. Cyclops: a powerful giant with boy one eye. Bad vision. Low intelligence. Very high strength. Stubborn. Taking a deep breath, Ailiana opened the door. Better her than Jodie. “C-Can I help you?”

As soon as the door opened, the man/cyclops snarled. Something smelled… off about this girl. Like… demigod-off. “Where is she?!” he snarled at Ailiana, almost trying to force his way into the house.

"Please... Don't let me die...." I pleaded as I laid on the floor, clutching my stab wound in my side. Blood was slowly pooling out of me, adding to the blood from the gash on my forehead. blood streaked my honey brown hair as fear glazed my jade green eyes. My small body was frail and pale from the blood loss as I stood at a small 5"1.

baybayelmo:

the-ginger-tomboy:

the-ginger-tomboy:

Jodie stared down at her with wide eyes, before kneeling down and beginning to apply pressure to the wound. That was all she knew to do in a situation like this. With her other hand, she dialled for an ambulance.

As soon as she heard the scream, Jodie bolted up, eyes wide as she looked around, searching for an attack. “Wha…?”

I stopped screaming for a moment, before another piercing one echoed through the room. I mean really, if you woke up in a strange place wouldn’t you be scared too? I sure was.

Jodie’s eyes went wide with panic, before she raced over to the bed to try and calm the girl down. “Hey, hey!”

contrasted-souls:

the-ginger-tomboy:

Jodie grinned at the playful threat. “Eh, I prefer green. Could you do that for me?” she teased as she watched him pick fromfrom the menu. As soon as he said ‘anchovies’, she gasped, only to gasp more when he said that she was paying. “Oh no — not the anchovies!” she cried out dramatically.

Damon rolled his eyes playfully and sighed with a nod of his head. “I’m getting plain pizza whether you like it or not.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and smirked a bit.

Jodie just gave him a deadpan look, her eyes narrowed slightly. “You are an evil person. Don’t even joke about plain pizza, dude. I’m not paying for cheese and tomato on bread.”

xlostdreamersx:

the-ginger-tomboy:

Jodie nodded, and she walked with him over to the wall. At the challenge he set her when they reached the area, she smirked at him, her green eyes glinting sloghtly with mischief. He was challenging her? This would be fun.

"I bet you can’t," she teased right back, heading straight over to the wall and grinning.

"Okay. The winner can choose what they want the loser to do afterwards. I’ll make sure to make the task easy okay?" he teased.

He went over to the wall and when he heard her give the word started racing up the wall. He really wanted a hug though so he was forcing himself to try and win.

"You’re on." She smirked at him, rolling her eyes a little. He waa really bigging himself up with those teases, wasn’t he?

"Go as easy as you want," she told him, still smirking as she walked over to the wall. "Ready… GO!" She began racing up the wall, grabbing the footholds and pushing herself up easily.

'Ello, new follower - nice to meet you! I'm Jodie.

optical-artistry:

the-ginger-tomboy:

optical-artistry:

Very nice to meet you, Jodie. You, quite possibly, have the most beautiful head of red hair I have seen in a good long while. I also have a deep affinity for green eyes. Lovely.

You have been following me a while. I figured it was about time to return the favor.

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Thanks! Loads of people say it’s a kind of blinding red, or a bright red, that kind of glows in sunlight. But thanks for the compliments!

It was actually because of Allie that I followed you. You know Allie, right? Short-ish brunette that has a love for science and cooking?

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Allie? Yes, I know Miss Allie in passing. She’s good friends with my Kitten, Sochi.. the name and face rings a bell indeed. It makes sense now. She has given me a number of chocolate items that she made herself, and that I am rather grateful for.

Did she tell you to follow me?

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Yeah, that Allie! Oooh, that reminds me, I should go and talk to Sochi sometime, and probably thank him for being there for Allie and everything… although, if she’s making you stuff, then you’re definitely on her good side — it shows that she probably wants to be friends with you eventually.

Oh, she didn’t tell me to follow you, though. She just talks a lot to me about you guys, and I followed partially because I’m interested, and partially because I want to keep an eye on her. I’m her best friend, and I really don’t like being kept out of the loop when she talks to people on here…

xlostdreamersx:

the-ginger-tomboy:

She smiled at him and began to head over with the guy, her hands slipping into her pockets. At the question, she blinked, having to think about it for a moment. What kind of question was that?! She guess she could understand his reasoning if he wanted to be friends with her, but still. Weird.

"Um… I’ll tell you when it’s okay, alright?" she said finally, still seeming a little confused. "I’m kinda not used to hugging people I’ve only known for a day, so…"

Nick nodded. “Okay. Well let’s go to the rock wall,” he said.

As they walked, his cheeks turned pink at the thought of hugging Jodie or, better yet, Jodie liking him. He wanted to be her friend but it might be a little hard with her… none existent feelings for her.

"I bet you I can climb the wall faster," he teased with a small smile. The Ares kids were competitive right?

Jodie nodded, and she walked with him over to the wall. At the challenge he set her when they reached the area, she smirked at him, her green eyes glinting sloghtly with mischief. He was challenging her? This would be fun.

"I bet you can’t," she teased right back, heading straight over to the wall and grinning.

'Ello, new follower - nice to meet you! I'm Jodie.

optical-artistry:

Very nice to meet you, Jodie. You, quite possibly, have the most beautiful head of red hair I have seen in a good long while. I also have a deep affinity for green eyes. Lovely.

You have been following me a while. I figured it was about time to return the favor.

Thanks! Loads of people say it’s a kind of blinding red, or a bright red, that kind of glows in sunlight. But thanks for the compliments!

It was actually because of Allie that I followed you. You know Allie, right? Short-ish brunette that has a love for science and cooking?

It’s Playtime

watchustakeontheworld:

the-ginger-tomboy:

At the grin that appeared on his face, she was almost tempted to take a step back. She didn’t know what he was thinking, but for some reason she had a feeling that it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Well, for her anyway. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at him.

"Not really," she mumbled, answering his question. She hadn’t played football in ages. She wanted to, but no one else really did. At least, no one she spoke to.

Her eyes widened as she caught the ball in her arms, letting out a small oof. Well, she had the ball now. She could leave and never speak to him again. But, then again, that wasn’t her. She at least wanted to know why she was feeling so nervous around him, and why he looked so… shifty.

"Do you play?" she asked curiously, spinning the ball in her hands. She still had that cautious look in her eyes, but she was willing to talk.

Blade’s grin only widened when she asked her question, though there was a little less malice and a bit more amusement to it.  He looked just past the girl to her friends.  They were younger than he was by sights, but he’d passed himself off as a high school student before.  Since the girl already seemed skeptical, he knew he couldn’t use an ID that was too innocent or different from the true Blade.

Filtering through the various identities he’d used in high school settings or when passing himself off as a teenage, he settled on one in particular that would be of some use.

"I used to play,"  Blade answered.  The words were close enough to the truth.  When he was a kid he’d go to the neighborhood recreational center and kick around the balls with a couple of kids from the block.  He’d always been agile, athletic.  Of course, those were skills he used now to maim, torture, and murder people rather than kick a harmless ball around with harmless people, "Kinda got kicked off of the team for…reasons.  Haven’t played in a while though."

Ah, that smile was a lot less scary. She felt herself begin to rela, but only ever so slightly. She still didn’t trust him all that much to let her guard down completely, and she knew that she wasn’t going to trust him any time soon. He still looked kind of creepy to her.

When he told her that he’d been kicked off the team, she couldn’t help but smirk. Of course — he looked like the type to be kicked off a team. If he acted anything like how she assumed he did, then she was surprised he was even allowed on the team in the first place. She was even tempted to ask what the reasons he got kicked off the team were, but she vaguely remembered something her mum had told her about privacy and strangers, and decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Where’d you play?" she asked as she continued to toss the ball. "I mean, what position? Left-back, centre-mid… striker?"