nomoresportscars: ([neu-] Well that was a timewaster.)
Jackson Whittemore ([personal profile] nomoresportscars) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-09-14 11:45 am
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Club Fair, Gym, Friday Afternoon

Jackson got to the gym early. He took his mission of establishing a sports team in Fandom pretty seriously, see. That involved making something of an effort, and showing up early to check out the competition (yes, he viewed the other clubs as competition, deal with it) was the least he could do.

He grabbed a copy of the club schedule for himself before he went to set up his table.

[ocd incoming! up! have at!]
notalender: (eyeroll)

Re: Talk to the Representative – Fandom High Lacrosse Club [CF Fall 2012]

[personal profile] notalender 2012-09-14 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Arietty narrowed her eyes. He was trying to get rid of her! Sure, maybe she really actually couldn't play on his team or whatever, but that was just rude!

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like this is much of a sport, anyway. They haven't even made a big movie franchise about it."

Pretty much everything Arietty knew about bean culture she'd learned from movies the theater in the Underground managed to borrow.
notalender: (fire)

Re: Talk to the Representative – Fandom High Lacrosse Club [CF Fall 2012]

[personal profile] notalender 2012-09-14 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Arietty glared the glare of a pissed off sixteen year old girl, whipped out her dart gun, shot a dart at the center of Jackson's forehead, then made a mad dash for the edge of the table, throwing herself bodily off the side.

After falling a few inches, she pulled the rip cord on her parachute and floated back down to the ground.

She ended most arguments that way.