Now that my leg was uncased, even if not healed (not that I expected it ever would), I was expected to return to regular classes.
Apparently I had also been expected to have CONpleted a whole pile of worksheets while I was laid up. Turns out that Mateo never delivered them to me, and Sam had used them as coloring pages. That worked fine with me.
I discovered a problem, though, when I showed up and found Celeste sitting in my spot on the crate. I thought through my options, decided my best was just turning around and going home, before Mateo grabbed my arm. “You made it! C’mon, sit down comrade!”
“Maybe I’d rather stand.” I protested.
“On that leg?’” He shook his head. “Celeste, scoot over.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. She shook her hair out of her face huffily, and grudgingly gave ground.
I slumped down next to her, hunched up my shoulders, and basically looked miserable.
Mateo glanced from me, to her, and finally just shook his head. “You two have issues.”
She was staring off into space, pointedly ignoring me. “How are you, Mateo?”
“Torn.” He said simply, and squeezed himself between us.
~<>~
We deemed the warehouse ready that afternoon. The lines were painted on, and we even had goals marked on the walls. There was a full field, and then a small area over to the side that formed a sort of half field for practicing.
That formed an L, which was filled in by the offices, and upstairs a relatively unexplored area. It could wait, though.
Mateo scratched at some paint dried onto his arms. “How do we get the word out?”
“A newspaper ad ought to do the trick.” I deadpanned.
“We have a newspaper?” Mateo raised an eyebrow.
“I was kidding.” I grabbed a spray paint can. “Let’s find a good couple walls around town, and the kids will do the rest of the work.”
“I was kidding.” I grabbed a spray paint can. “Let’s find a good couple walls around town, and the kids will do the rest of the work.” Oh man, th...that's illegal. Wow Mateo and Alejandro are a couple of full on crooks aren't they!?
The funny thing is, most teenagers aren't nearly as secure as they seem, or would like you to think. I like to keep in mind when I get nervous around other teens, that no matter how put together and good they look, and how bad and sloppy I think I look, somewhere deep inside everyone has an insecurity. Makes me feel less intimidated.
So then you just have to find their insecurity, and exploit it! *evil maniac grin*
But I like two of them and the first one is just gross!! D:
Well then, I'll choose one at random. *grabs hat and pulls a slip of paper out of it* Size 10. Oh, wait. *pulls out a second* You have to give up leaving your gmail account logged in on a public CONputer.
They left the bits and pieces all over the floor though. I don't do well with guns, I don't trust myself with anything that CON go that badly wrong. I second the motion, he's in.
Ew. Lol, have you ever shot one? YAY! ….what about a roof gunner…. *Crazed light comes into eyes*
I know, and they didn't do my toenails either. Yeah, my bros got me to shoot some one time. It was enough for me to know I didn't enjoy it. We don't have a roof.
The funny thing is, most teenagers aren't nearly as secure as they seem, or would like you to think. I like to keep in mind when I get nervous around other teens, that no matter how put together and good they look, and how bad and sloppy I think I look, somewhere deep inside everyone has an insecurity. Makes me feel less intimidated.
So then you just have to find their insecurity, and exploit it! *evil maniac grin*
But I like two of them and the first one is just gross!! D:
Well then, I'll choose one at random. *grabs hat and pulls a slip of paper out of it* Size 10. Oh, wait. *pulls out a second* You have to give up leaving your gmail account logged in on a public CONputer.
Ew. Lol, have you ever shot one? YAY! ….what about a roof gunner…. *Crazed light comes into eyes*
I know, and they didn't do my toenails either. Yeah, my bros got me to shoot some one time. It was enough for me to know I didn't enjoy it. We don't have a roof.
Double ew. Shame shame... Top of the frame gunner??
I don't believe you're an idiot for a minute. I think you are more cunning and wise than you let on. But da shotgun is fun to fire. Remember kiddies be safe and have fun.
I CON be. My family would attest to that. Yesh Teacher.
Everybody is a idiot sometime. I mean look at me Your one of those "lovable scamps with a heart of gold" types, aren't you? The type everyone cheers in the sitcom of life when they trick someone out of eating the last Hershey's bar so they can eat it themselves only to give it to some poor homeless kitten on the way home!!! *Runs around in jodhpurs, slapping riding crop against boot* shotgun lessons are in session kiddies.
Now that my leg was uncased, even if not healed (not that I expected it ever would), I was expected to return to regular classes.
Apparently I had also been expected to have CONpleted a whole pile of worksheets while I was laid up. Turns out that Mateo never delivered them to me, and Sam had used them as coloring pages. That worked fine with me.
I discovered a problem, though, when I showed up and found Celeste sitting in my spot on the crate. I thought through my options, decided my best was just turning around and going home, before Mateo grabbed my arm. “You made it! C’mon, sit down comrade!”
“Maybe I’d rather stand.” I protested.
“On that leg?’” He shook his head. “Celeste, scoot over.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. She shook her hair out of her face huffily, and grudgingly gave ground.
I slumped down next to her, hunched up my shoulders, and basically looked miserable.
Mateo glanced from me, to her, and finally just shook his head. “You two have issues.”
She was staring off into space, pointedly ignoring me. “How are you, Mateo?”
“Torn.” He said simply, and squeezed himself between us.
~<>~
We deemed the warehouse ready that afternoon. The lines were painted on, and we even had goals marked on the walls. There was a full field, and then a small area over to the side that formed a sort of half field for practicing.
That formed an L, which was filled in by the offices, and upstairs a relatively unexplored area. It could wait, though.
Mateo scratched at some paint dried onto his arms. “How do we get the word out?”
“A newspaper ad ought to do the trick.” I deadpanned.
“We have a newspaper?” Mateo raised an eyebrow.
“I was kidding.” I grabbed a spray paint can. “Let’s find a good couple walls around town, and the kids will do the rest of the work.”
“I was kidding.” I grabbed a spray paint can. “Let’s find a good couple walls around town, and the kids will do the rest of the work.” Oh man, th...that's illegal. Wow Mateo and Alejandro are a couple of full on crooks aren't they!?
Probably. In this futuristic, war-torn version of South America, though, that's basically the advertising norm.
I wasn’t wrong, as the next day we had a good twenty people show up. Celeste was there, via special invite from Mateo. She brought her ball, and, almost reverently, we broke it in that day.
I was back in the goal box, though I did a little less diving than normal. The CONcrete floor, mixed with my bum leg didn’t make an inviting CONbo.
Everybody agreed, upon the CONclusion of the game, that this was amazing. In fact, some kids declared this was the best idea ever. I brought up the fact that somebody had to have CONe up with Doritos, and they did give up that point.
I sat back in the office that night, a slight smile on my face, reviewing the day. It had been something. It had been the start of something.
It had felt good being back out there. Sure, I wasn’t at the top of my game. But still, I had sweated. Nothing, no videogame ever, replaces good old fashioned soccer. But, after a good long game of soccer, nothing sounds better than logging onto a good videogame, and letting the adrenaline drain away.
I picked up my laptop, and slipped into the world of plastic bricks and plastic people.
I hadn’t given up my quest for the way to beat the zombies level, but I did let myself get distracted by the new challenge, which was a speed-run type thing. You had to solve the maze from the old Mazerunner’s series. You could play it alone, or with a group of friends, and it saved your progress till the end of the week. You could be working on it with multiple groups, but as of yet nobody had worked their way out, so there was a chance you’d never get out unless you CONcentrated on just one game.
I found out that SpudBud01 had already gotten the Jurassic World group assembled, so I quickly joined in, and was greeted both with high expectations and lots of sarcastic remarks.
They expected me to take over. I simply dodged the responsibility, and instead legoagentfigure was the one who worked out a system for the searches. I jogged out to my quadrant, splitting off from Ash3D at the west entrance into the Glade.
“Good luck.” I said.
“Watch out for Captain Rex.” He said, and vanished around a corner.
That was his affectionate name for a roving T-Rex on the Jurassic World hub, who had a tendency to pick on higher XP gamers, namely, me. I shook my head, and dashed off.
I quickly decided I need to develop some better running moves, as this was taking me ages to get anywhere. Was there any way to get more speed out of my guy? I’d seen users move faster, but all of them had likely been immersion rig gamers, which meant that they could only move that fast because they could run that fast, which led me into the CONclusion that was likely only for short distances.
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