Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 921710" data-attributes="member: 10680">On the Court, Pepsi CenterDenver, ColoradoOctober 2002Leo returns to the bench, where he receives an encouraging pat from the coach. The rest of the team is pretty silent, not quite knowing how to react. His fall had looked pretty bad, they probably weren't sure whether this was something to harass him over.Leo focusses on following the game, which is pretty exciting. Both teams are about equal in force today, causing the score to be rarely out of balance by more than a few points. He doesn't notice anything else that strikes him as odd, but the memory of his experience on he mountain keeps bugging him.About halfway through the second period, the visitors seem to be getting the upper hand, taking an eight point lead. Leo hears the coach to his right. "Sykes, you're back in. Remember, we're only in pre-season. I'll expect a signal if you're not feeling well, I won't be pleased at seeing you take another of those dives again. Now, get in there."OoC: Leo_______________________Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts DepartmentBoston, Massachussetslate afternoon, October 2002The man stops to listen to the struggling student before him. After Jason's outburst, the man's calm voice must be almost as agonizing as his words to the angry Jason."I can understand that this must be difficult for you no accept, but I am telling you the truth. No one sent me here, I will teach you for your own benefit."As Jason storms off, he hears the last of the man's words. He doesn't seem to follow, at least. "Mister Siddique, you can not out-run or out-drink them... Fleeing in fantasy will only bring them closer. I will be here when you want to speak to me again."OoC: Jason</blockquote>

Verification