Sammy Meeks
June 19, 2017 11:02 PM
Room 2, for 2. [Tag: John Umland] by Sammy Meeks
Sammy kicked a rock down the hallway. It wasn’t large, not much more than a pebble, but she’d found it in her shoe the other day - perhaps a remnant of a recent trip to the Gardens - and now found a calm delight in letting it lead her path when nobody else was around. There was potential to scuff the floor, sure, but not much greater than, say, a high heel, plus, well… she wasn’t a prefect, so she didn’t really need to strive for perfect behavior. An indoor rock buddy was not an offense that would affect her future Quidditch Captaincy, either.In her arms were the artifacts of a different way of occupying herself, two gloves and a baseball. She used to make Jax play catch with her occasionally, and now she had a void to fill. Sammy figured she could probably make Ben play sometime, since he was the only person who really seemed to care about baseball as much as she did, but the thought didn’t occur to her until she was already most of the way to MARS, and at that point, it wasn’t worth turning around. She just figured she’d show up and encroach on whoever was already there, if there was someone. If there wasn’t, then she’d go find a friendly face who’d be willing to slap on a mitt.
The Pecari wandered into the sports room and was delighted to find it occupied, her brown eyes settling upon the back of John Umland. John wasn’t somebody she knew very well, although they had something of a mutual friend in Aislinn. Plus he was good at Quidditch; even if their scrimmage team didn’t win, it had been admittedly a good time working with him. Sammy loved being teamed up with Ben like she was for normal season games, but she felt like John was also a good Beating partner. That was enough semblance to a friendship for her to feel comfortable making him play with her.
“Hey, Canada!” she called to him. He was facing away from her, but she anticipated that he would turn around, so she went ahead and threw one of the baseball gloves at him. When she thought she had his attention, she held up the ball. “Ever seen a baseball before? It’s part of the whole ‘American way’ thing. Unfortunately,” she bantered playfully (and obviously: overdoing her tone on purpose just in case John didn’t know her enough by now to be able to tell she was teasing), “I can’t seem to locate a good, God-fearing American citizen, so you’ll have to do.” Sammy grinned. “Wanna play catch?”
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John Umland
June 20, 2017 5:41 PM
Is that also how many times you plan to lose this game? by John Umland
John was not, the last he had noticed, one of the largest and (not that he was biased or anything) best countries in the world, but he still turned around when he heard Sammy Meeks’ voice call out ”Hey, Canada” behind him. This turned out to be a good decision, as the call was shortly followed by a thrown object, which he caught and looked at in utter confusion. Why was Sammy Meeks throwing baseball equipment at him?This strange behavior was explained a moment later, to his relief. He had heard of human females who threw things at males to indicate they were not impressed with the male’s courtship displays, and as John was not aware he had made any romantic advances toward Sammy, he was very glad to find out that she neither appeared to think that he had done so and or she did not think he had done so in such poor fashion as to warrant throwing things at him. He was also pleased to hear that this was not an expression of outrage over the way the Quidditch game had gone. That still irked him, not least because he was afraid that it had happened because of Joe….
Not relevant. He smiled slightly as she concluded her comments on Americans. “I suppose I really should help you see the inferiority of your country,” he said in reply. What he supposed he really ought to do was leave and do more homework, but as he hadn’t been planning to do that for a bit anyway, he might as well go along with this for a bit. It would be pleasant to speak to another human in a non-complicated context. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
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June 23, 2017 10:22 PM
....Well, that was a stretch. by Sammy
“Inferior?” Sammy laughed. “Yeah, okay. That’s why you hopped the border down here to come to school. But don’t worry, I’ll forgive you since you’re agreeing to play with me anyway.” She was not entirely confident that he had the glove on all the way yet, but she tossed the ball“And, for the record?” she added pointedly, “That’s not all I got.” That was very important. She didn’t want him to think her act of generosity - not beaming a baseball at his head from a close distance - was her maxed out strength. She backpedaled away from him to add a reasonable space between them. “Next one won’t be so gentle,” she smirked.
The Pecari raised her arms, pounding her glove with her other hand. “But for there to be a next time, you’re gonna have to throw it back. Think you make it this far?” She honestly thought he could; she hadn’t gone all that far, plus he was a fellow Beater. The specific muscles used were probably different, but the overall arm strength thing sorta went together. Like batting and throwing in the sport she so loved (and now pushed on him like she had pushed it on Jax). The bat thing was the whole reason she’d picked up the position in Quidditch when she’d gotten to Sonora and learned about magical extracurriculars: it was the closest thing to baseball she could get. Now, of course, the ever-industrious Ben had started a sports club, which was also great and sometimes had actual baseball, even if it rotated with other athletic events. Still, making an unsuspecting Aladren play sportball with her was the icing on the cake.
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June 29, 2017 9:58 PM
I've heard Pecaris are supposed to be flexible. by John
“I appreciate the forgiveness, but it doesn't change the facts," retorted John. "I only hopped the border so I could protect my sister from your incompetent American charms researchers,” said John. Whether or not Sammy would actually believe him was a mildly interesting question, but this was in fact partially true. He had not liked it when they’d had Schrödinger’s Julian – and supposed he technically had that again now, and didn’t like it this way, either.He did not have much time to think about his sister, though, because Sammy was apparently not the sort to announce that a game was starting. Fair enough, he supposed, after he had insulted her country, though he filed the incident away as something to taunt her with at need – something about how the Americans had clearly lost all sense of good sportsmanship or gentility or something when they instituted their disorderly, illogical system of government.
He thought he might need to do so sooner rather than later, as he missed the baseball being thrown at him. He used his wand to summoning it back to him, not overly willing to turn his back on her long enough to retrieve it.
“Good,” he said, almost smiling, when she said that throw wasn’t as good as she got. He ignored her next jibe in favor of throwing the ball back at her fairly hard, if not absolutely as hard as he could have. He knew she was a good Beater, but that used a whole different set of muscles and skills, for the most part, than throwing and catching, so he wanted to get the measure of her before showing off the best he could do. Whatever that was. It had been years, really, since he’d played baseball or anything even vaguely resembling it or involving the item for which it was named. “About that best you’ve got, then?” he asked.
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