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windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
lostandfinder) wrote in windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days
If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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... FOUR DAYS LATER ...
Sefton was warming up. It had been ages since he'd properly played, but the prospect of being able to get away with it while not a single soul was watching was too exciting to pass up. His regular shoes had been shed, set underneath his bag, which hid itself in the corner of his "team's" net. Instead, he wore a pair of shoes that someone had apparently neglected to bring home with them, or at least expected them to be exactly where they had been left the next day. Thankfully, they more-or-less fit.
Letting the checkered ball drop in front of him, Sefton stepped back... then rushed forward with a kick, bobbing and weaving his way to the goal, dodging invisible foes intent on stealing the ball from him.
Repel the ball, attract the ground. Get more distance, keep your footing. His basic strategy that had allowed him to win so many games back when he had been in school; his skill was rusty, but it was just like riding a bike. Soon, his stumbling would diminish and the ball would soar.
Feinting around an imagined interception, he realized he was close enough. Shifting his footing, Sefton pulled his leg back and kicked with all his might. The ball rammed into the back corner of the net, grinding against it in a bid for freedom before it finally lost its momentum and dropped to the ground.
No cry of victory was uttered, but Sefton looked absolutely satisfied as he caught his breath. Man, he had missed soccer.