Friday Night Lights (By Invitation Only)

[JckHmmr_2000]

Friday Night Lights (PM to Join)

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OOC: This thread is inspired by the TV show “Friday Night Lights,” which is inspired by the film of the same name, which in turn was based upon the book of the same title.

The story revolves around a (fictional) small Texas town’s high school (American) football team and the people around them. Please note that, although the story revolves around a high school football team, most of the story is NOT about the sport, but rather, the lives of those who are directly and indirectly touched by it.

For more info on the TV show that inspired this thread, please see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_Night_Lights_(TV_series) and http://www.nbc.com/Friday_Night_Lights/
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I’d like to keep this thread consistent with the TV show’s theme, with the exception of the participating authors roleplaying characters of their own creation, instead of playing the characters already portrayed in the TV show.

If you intend to join with a male character, please be familiar with the TV show and/or the general idea of Texas High School football (or at the very least, American football) – even if your character is NOT a football player or coach.

To the Participants: Thank you very much for accepting my humble invitation, and I hope we can all have fun with this thread!
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[JckHmmr_2000]

#9 Johnny Saira

OOC:
#9 Johnny Saira
5'8"
145 lbs.
Asian male with jet black hair and dark brown eyes
4th string quarterback, place-kick holder
Captain of the Speech & Debate Team
His divorced mother works long hours as a graveyard-shift police dispatcher, so he usually rushes home as soon as he can to take care of his two younger brothers (ages 14 and 6). He works a part-time job at the local Fast Food place, working only when his mother is home to watch the kids.
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IC:

Flashback to the beginning of the school year... Inside the team's locker room.

"Come on, coach, give me a chance. I know I can make the team. I don't care if I'm on the bench, I just need to get on the team."

"Well, you can't kick, and you can't punt. What do you think you're gonna do on the field?" the coach asked, the exasperation in his voice masked only by the sympathy in his heart.

"I'll do whatever it takes, Coach," I said, with all the earnest belief I could muster. "I can win some games for you Coach -- I know I can..."

"Listen, son," the Coach sighed. "You're just too small. You'll get crushed out there. There's a reason why there aren't a lot of Asian football players, son... I know you worked hard during camp, but you're just too small. And I'm not even talking about you playing quarterback, I mean you're too small to be on this team -- period."

Just then, someone came into the locker room. The coach ushered me into his office and closed the door.

"Listen, I'll put you in as 4th string quarterback, and if you play your cards right, I'll let you take the snap from center for field goals and extra points. Now, that's about as much as I can do for you, alright?"

"Thank you, Coach!" I stuttered, shaking the man's hand vigorously. "I won't let you down, I promise!"

"No, you won't," the Coach said sternly. I could only smile back as he tossed me my jersey... My football team jersey.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Out-of-Character

OOC: My first few posts will be for the purpose of setting the tone/theme for this thread, as well as possible story-arc material for the participating authors.

Thank you all very much again for your participation!

 

[slippedhalo]

Mariah Turner

Age: 26
Teacher at the High School

Phys Desc. Red hair, big brown eyes, porcelain skin, curvy but petite (see link in signature)

She's new. It's her first year teaching at this school. She works in the English Department teaching AP Eng. Lit. She hates the zealousness of this town over football and prefers more intellectual pursuits. Some of the football players are in her class. The coah has asked her out twice but she suspects he was just joking...she hopes. He's older than her and recently divorced and she isn't certain he's her type. But, the more he flirts, the more she wonders what it woul dbe like to go out with him.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Game One

Ron Mexico, our starting quarterback, can run a 4.1 forty-yard dash and can throw the ball from one end of the field past the goal post on the other side and out of the stadium. He's almost impossible to tackle in the open field, thanks to his instinctive elusiveness, powerful strength and breath-taking speed. If he has any weaknesses, I'd say that he buys into his own hype a bit too much, and needs to work on reading defenses a LOT more than he does. At the high school level, however, his God-given abilities more than compensate for any lack of analytical speed or acuity.
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He moved to Texas from Georgia his sophomore year, where he broke all sorts of school records as a scrambling quarterback. A lot of people speculate that the local businesses contributed a lot of money to get him here. His mom got a pretty cush job at the local car dealership (who also gave her a car as a "signing bonus" when she took the job), and Ron and his mom moved into a house that is rumoured to be paid off already.

Everyone gets excited when #7 trots out on the field. We have less than ten black kids at our school, most of them female, so everyone knows who Ron Mexico is. Rumour has it that he dated all the black girls at our school (all seven of them at the same time) before school even started...

With so much invested in him, the town didn't take it very well when he went down in the first game with a couple of pairs of cleanly broken ribs on both sides of his chest. Coach told me to signal in the call for Troy "TD" Daniels, our star wide receiver, to run an end-around play. Ron shook his head and called something else in the huddle. From the formation, I knew he was going to throw the ball. I asked Coach if we should call time-out, but he shook his head, and told me that the quarterback needs to make the call in these situations. The quarterback needs to lead his team...

The other team called a deep zone, with the linebackers dropping back well past the first down markers and the defensive ends looping inside the tackles. An end around would have worked wonders, especially in TD's hands...

Instead, Ron couldn't find any open receivers for about five seconds, and then, out of frustration, threw the ball deep into triple coverage. The good news is that our punter couldn't have driven the ball that deep into enemy territory.

The bad news is that Ron threw an interception on the first play of the game, and to make matters worse, ran headlong into a charging defensive tackle with a defensive end in hot pursuit.

It took about an entire minute for people to clear out of the way so the ambulance could get onto the field to cart Ron to the hospital. Later on, we heard that eight broken ribs pretty much took him out for the season.

We somehow managed to win our first game with our second-string quarterback at the helm -- an amazing feat, since he rarely showed up to team meetings and wouldn't know what a play was until someone in the huddle explained it to him in simple words. With the news about Ron being out for the season, that moved our second-string guy up to starting quarterback and me up to second-string -- or so I thought.

Our punter, an Australian guy with years of experience playing Australian rules football, was officially moved to the second-string position in front of me during the week after the first game. I think the guy was more surprised than I was, and definitely objected to it more than I did.

 

[Blaanid]

Angela

OOC:
Angela, just turned 18, dark blue eyes and long red hair. Angela comes from a wealthy family. She is the cheer leading captain and one of the most popular girls in school.

IC:

Angela had just turned 18 and for her birthday her father got her an apartment so that she could finally have her own privacy. But Angela knows that its not just for that, her father just remarried and her new step mother doesn't really want her in the house anymore, and since her father is so pussy whipped over his new wife he is willing to do anything for her. She wasn't too crazy about her father marrying this woman in the first place seeing that Kathy, her stepmother is only two years older than her and now she had to call her mother. The idea just makes her skin crawl.

Angie, as her friends call her does have something to smile about. There is a guy on the football team that she is crazy about and keeps trying to drop hints in the hopes that he asks her out. It is Johnny that makes her world spin, every time she sees him she looses her breath.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

#10 Vic Oldster

He stood six feet six inches tall, and weighed well over 250 pounds. He had great speed, strength, endurance and hand-eye coordination. When he showed up to football camp, everyone thought he was going to play tight end. Vic “Perfect 10” Oldster was the biggest, most athletic 19-year-old high school junior I'd ever met in person.
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Coach found Vic's parents, their church minister and a representative from the NAACP in his office the next day. They informed Coach that Vic needed to play quarterback, because the world needs more black quarterbacks. Coach said that Vic would really excel at tight end. I think that's when all the yelling started.

Anyway, Vic didn't get the starting slot, since Ron Mexico had that position sewn up before he even came to town. Vic and his family had to settle for second-string, since Vic didn't have the numbers that Ron did coming in, and no one -- not even the NAACP -- could argue that Coach was being racist or anti-black because Ron Mexico was also black (or African-American or whatever).

Well, Vic got his chance to play quarterback when Ron got clobbered in the first game. Vic really didn't do much, except for hand the ball off to our running backs and run with the ball on quarterback draws and options. Lucky for us that we had a good running game; Vic missed all of practice that week and never bothered to memorize his playbook.

 

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Bio:
Nell Adams 19 years old, blck hair shoulder length. She is of a middle class family and had just moved into the city.

She is slim wears casual clothes and is quiet and a modest football fan.

ic- Nell is walking aroung trying to get to know her nieghborhood.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Game Two

Our second game was pretty much a repeat of the first game, except for a few of things. First of all, Vic Oldster started the game in place of the injured Ron Mexico. As in the first game, Vic handed the ball off to our running backs, and took off with the ball himself, getting some pretty nice yardage on the ground. Unfortunately, someone told Vic that he needed to throw the ball, so he did. Problem is, it wasn’t Coach who told Vic to throw the ball, and the other team made a habit of intercepting all of Vic's passes. I could tell that Vic struggled with reading the defenses and checking off his receivers.
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I thought Coach would have a coronary on the sideline everytime Vic ignored the play that Coach called in, and hucked the ball as far down the field as he could instead. To his credit, Vic threw the ball farther than most people could punt.

Vic got knocked out of our second game with a concussion when he figured he'd try to score by diving head first into the end zone. Instead, he got knocked out and backwards about ten yards. Coach called for a field goal to tie the game, but the snap was about three feet too high, and someone missed a blocking assignment, letting a defender barreling through from the strong side.

Being the placekick holder, I made sure to grab the ball and yell, "FIRE!" Our kicker did his best to block the guy coming in while I scrambled right, looking for someone to throw the ball to.

Our strong-side upback -- the guy who missed his blocking assignment -- made up for his mistake by quickly running his assigned square-in pattern, and then cutting back when he saw me scrambling right. He was supposed to clear out some defenders for another guy who was supposed to be the primary receiver in this event, but the defense read the play really well and reacted instantly. Our opponents quickly identified and double-covered my primary receiver, and if I didn't pull down my first pump fake, they would have easily intercepted the ball with only a few seconds left on the clock, and their team up by three points.

Instead, I was lucky enough to check off my primary receiver and see my secondary guy doubling back across the back of the end zone. I could feel the grasp of an onrushing defensive end as I ran out of room near the sideline, and threw the ball. I tried to throw the ball as hard as I could, but I was a picosecond away from getting levelled by a guy twice my size. I threw the ball high, hoping that it would sail out of the end zone if my receiver didn't catch it.

I felt the breath knocked out of me when I fell to the ground, buried under two or three defensive linemen. I heard the crowd roar in excitement, and wondered if anything bad happened...

Apparently, my teammate made an unbelievably high leap, catching the ball with his fingertips before bringing it down for the score.

Our defense took the field from there, and kept the score 7-3 in our favor until time expired. After the game, Coach gave me the game ball.

"See, Coach? " After the cheers died down, I just had to say it. "I told you I'd win games for you!"

"That's ONE game, Saira," Coach said, shaking his head ruefully. "Enjoy this moment, kid, but don't get cocky."

Coach was right, I figured, but I still had the biggest grin on that school bus on the way back home. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I hugged the game ball all the way home as well...

 

[Crush360]

Name: Mike 'Brick' Meunez
Height: 5'11
Weight: 185 pounds
Right Gaurd

Appearance: Tanned, athletic, and handsome to a certain extent, Mike is close friends with a good amount of ladies in school. His weight is well distributed through his body, and he has seemingly broken the 'short, stocky, and heavy' sterotype of a typical gaurd. Commonly found in the weight room, Mike is diligent when it comes to lifting, and is dedicated to simply becoming stronger, faster, and more reliable.

Clothing: When not in a team jersey, he often wears jeans and a white T-shirt. He also wears a varsity jacket, but above his name is his older brothers, a favor his mother did for him. He dresses simply, and that suits him. One thing he is always seen wearing is a Native American arrowhead on a chain which perpetually hangs from his neck. When asked about it, he grinned and stated: "Its my lucky charm."

Personality: Quick-witted and humble, Mike is quite familar with the library as well as the weight room. He is funny when he decides to actually speak up, as he is more of a 'Strong and Silent' type. He prefers to listen rather than talk, and as such has become very popular with the coach, who has never recieved back-talk from Mike once.

Style: Mike uses his body weight and strength in order to stalemate the person in front of him, and invented the 'Ballistic missle' tactic. The closest opposing player is Mike's target, and he will follow his target untill he gets a new target. Thinking in a calculating, in depth manner, Mike judges the biggest threats on the field at the begining of the game, and keeps a firm eye on them unless the've been taken care of.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Out-of-Character: WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME!

OOC: WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME!!!

Thank you for joining the thread:

slippedhalo

Blaanid

newlysubbed

and

Crush360!

I hope you all have fun in this thread!

 

[Crush360]

(IC, here goes)

Mike sat on the bench, smiling after the win. After everything had died down and everyone was just about ready to go, including Mike, he pulled a chair up and stood on it. "Hey" he barely even spoke, and was able to get just about everyone's attention.

"Considering that sky high pass, and that sky-high jump that won us the game, I'd like to propose two new nicknames." Some players laughed, nicknames were common in the school. "Joe 'Stretch' Panza." There was some applause. "And Mr. Underdog himself, Johnny "Flyboy" Saira!" More applause, louder. A chant got going, "flyboy, flyboy, flyboy".

They had obviously made his day, and thats the least they could do.

 

[dailyskater15]

Phoebe Peters
26
brown hair with blonde bits
fair skin
brown eyes
slim figure
(see attached)
gym teacher and cheerleading coach
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Phoebe had just near enough started teaching at the school and was still feeling her way around. she had cheerleading pratice every day after school and every other lunchtime. when she wasnt with the girls she was teaching her class, with her boys who thought they were gods gift and the majority of the girls scared they were going to break a nail. she had recently brought a small apartment on the edge of town, not far from the school and she was happy with her job and her life at the moment, the only thing was that she got lonely, espically after moving here to this quiet town and leaving her friends and family behind her in New York. she didnt go with the normal description of new yorkers though, she wasnt loud mouthed or rude, she was just a normal person, but she wasnt afraid to speak her mind if the time called for it.

Her most exciting moment came at the football games when she could watch the girls perform the routines she had developed perfectly and without flaws.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

((OOC: Welcome to the thread, DailySkater!! ))

I laughed and gave my buddy Brick a high-five that ended in one of those handshake/hugs that seem only appropriate in locker rooms after hard-fought wins.

"Hey, ya can't cheer for a quarterback," I say, while sneaking a sidelong glance at Coach, "Unless ya give props to the O-line! Great CRUSHING blocks today! In my opinion, it's nice to see the other guys' D-line take some punishment -- instead of me!"

I pointed to Brick, and said, "And did everyone see Brick kill the cornerback on that pull?"

Yep. It's a fun time for all when the team wins. I sure hope we get many more...

As for myself, yeah, I just kept hugging that game ball and grinning like a right fool.

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"WHY ARE YOU LATE?"" I ducked just in time to avoid the hurled vase that crashed into the wall behind me as I walked in the door. Looks like Mom is on another one of her rampages...

Mom had a tough life. She came from a family of sadists or psychopaths who thrived on drama, angst, anger, rage, jealousy, envy and every negative emotion that exists in the human psyche. My mom grew up physically abused and emotionally neglected by her family. She grew up to be very beautiful as a young woman, and the attention she received from various suitors became her drug of choice; what she did not receive from her family, she found she could get from men.

Mom got pregnant at 17, had me 12 days after her 18th birthday, and spent the rest of her life trying to return to her life as a teen-ager. Unfortunately for her, age and three children gets in the way of such an aspiration, and unfortunately for myself, being the eldest child means I'm the reason she can never be a teenager ever again -- or so her logic dictates.

As with most people, she received her child-rearing training from those who raised her, and I was the "beneficiary" of such training. Fortunately, I could attribute all of my bruises and injuries to football... I say that this is fortunate because if people found our about Mom, they might take away my siblings (since they were both under 18) and dysfunctional as we might be, we are the only family we know and have.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I mumble, averting my eyes in deference, as was our custom. Mom never accepted excuses; she always says that responsible people never make ezxcuses for failing their responsibilities, and it is my responsibility toget home in time to watch my younger brothers.

Mom has a belt wrapped in her hand, with the buckle dangling alongside her leg. I sigh inwardly as Mom swings the belt, and do my best to take my mind away from my body -- it's a trick I use to help handle the pain of Mom's beatings.

I notice that she's using the buckle end tonight. I may have to skip school until my wounds heal. Since Mom never writes me any notes for school absences, this means I'll have to work off some time in detention, which means I'll have to talk to my youngest brother's daycare provider to let them know I'll be an hour late on those days...

I hope Mom doesn't mark up my face too much this time. Being part of the debate team means hanging out with the children of rich folk, and its bad enough that they snicker at my second-hand clothes whenever we go to intramural debates. There are times I wish I joined the Drama Club or something REALLY wierd and geeky like that, instead of trying to fit in with the Future Billionaire Lawyers' Club more commonly known as the InterScholastic Debate Team...

 

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As Nell is walking around she suddenly hears a crash. She refuses to investagate. So she continues on her way. Some distance down the street she does find a convience store.

She has not been to school yet she family ust got doen unloading the uhaul a couple of hours ago.

Maybe an hour later she is slowly walking back the same street as before. She is curious if she will hear anything else from that noisy house as she has called it.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

I cleaned up the blood off my face right after Mom left for work. My younger brother took the initiative to start dinner, for which I was thankful -- something about getting your ass beaten takes a lot of motivation away from cooking or being near food in general.

I stepped outside and sat on the porch and held a plastic bag full of ice to my face. With some luck, any marks on my face should be gone before school on Monday. I'm scheduled to work at the local fast food place during the weekend, but I'm not as worried about anyone from work seeing my face all fucked up. It's school that I need to worry about...

I noticed a young woman walking up the street. She doesn't look familiar, and I wonder if she's with the family that just moved in nearby. I think about saying hi, but my face hurts too much to smile or be cordial right now. I figure I'll wave and do my best if she says or does anything friendly first. If not, I'll just sit here quietly for a few minutes and heal.

 

[showdolly]

sorry i'm late! we need more football players! LOL

Dana Biggs
19yo senior
brown hair, long and usually in a ponytail high on her head
piercing green eyes - the kind that make you stutter, complete with long, full, dark eyelashes (and beautiful red lips - she wears a touch of base makeup but doesn't need much more than that little bit of freckle cover)

34D
trim waist, defined hips
tanned from all of the marching band practices, complete with sunglasses tan lines, as well as those for a tiny tank top and short-shorts

Drum Major - yes, she's a drummer, but this means she's the gal who directs the marching band on the field. Just so happens that her instrument also happens to be the drums... why it's called drum major, i've still no clue. So yeah, she's a band geek.

Happy-go-lucky Dana, always good for a laugh, and a dirty joke. Pretty innocent when it comes to it, Dana still knows what's out there and likes to poke fun at it. One of these days she'll get a taste for what it's like, and maybe she'll stop poking so much fun.... For now, her nighttime fantasies revolve around the hunks of the football team. SOme of the band guys are cool, most of them are her buddies, but the football guys are the stuff a high school girl's dreams are made of.... So she's been here an extra year. Bah, sophomore year was HARD!! If it weren't for the advanced English class with Miss Turner, Dana would have no interest in the acadmic part of school whatsoever. Good thing most of her band buddies were in the rest of her classes, especially in computer - seemed they were all in that one together. A few football players and cheerleaders in the others, etc. Gosh, those girls were snobby!! (And Dana would never let it be known that regardless, sometimes those girls made their way into her fantasies as well....)

(OOC: Never seen the show! LMK if I need to get an update on it somehow! LOL thanks for having me!)

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

OOC: Welcome ShowDolly!

((OOC: YAY! ShowDolly is here! welcome, welcome, WELCOME to the thread, ShowDolly! ))

 

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I stepped outside and sat on the porch and held a plastic bag full of ice to my face. With some luck, any marks on my face should be gone before school on Monday. I'm scheduled to work at the local fast food place during the weekend, but I'm not as worried about anyone from work seeing my face all fucked up. It's school that I need to worry about...

I noticed a young woman walking up the street. She doesn't look familiar, and I wonder if she's with the family that just moved in nearby. I think about saying hi, but my face hurts to much to smile or be cordial right now. I figure I'll wave and do my best if she says or does anything friendly first. If not, I'll just sit here quietly for a few minutes and heal.

Nell sees the boy wave. SHe waves then approches. She sees the ices bag on his face. Decides to comment on something else first. "Hi, I'm Nell we just moved in down the street," With a smile.

She knew this was a huge football town so she asked,"ruff day on the football field?" WIth a gesture to ward the ice bag.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Nell sees the boy wave. SHe waves then approches. She sees the ices bag on his face. Decides to comment on something else first. "Hi, I'm Nell we just moved in down the street," With a smile.

She knew this was a huge football town so she asked,"ruff day on the football field?" WIth a gesture to ward the ice bag.

"Hi, Nell!" I stand up, switch my bag of ice to my left hand and offer her my right hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Nell! My name is Johnny-- er, John. Well, everyone calls me Johnny, though... Hey, welcome to town!"

I try to smile at her, but I think I only end up wincing.

"Uh, yeah. Football can be kinda rough somedays. I'm the team's practice dummy," I say with a chuckle. "Have you been to any of the games?"

 

[LittleGary]

OCC:Gary "Tank" Salter
Middle linebacker
6'2" 275lbs
Blonde hair crew cut, blue eyes

Not your normal high school athlete, Gary has grown up eating, and sleeping football, to the exclusion of nearly everything else. The first toy he had growing up, was the football his father put in his crib the day he was born. Although he is very intelligent, his focus is all football, so he manages to just squeak by in all his classes.

The heart and soul of the defense, Gary is a fast, hard hitting force in the middle of the defense. Despite constant double teams, he leads the team in tackles, and is second in sacks. Most people see him as a future All American when he gets to college.

Despite his success on the gridion, Gary is very shy when it comes to the opposite sex. He is a good looking young man, very well built from all his time in the weight room, but very rarely dates. His father is constantly on his back to stay focused on his future, and to not let girls get in the way.

 

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Nell smiled and shock his hand. She could see his pain but was not going to make a big deal out of it. "no actually we just arrived a few hours ago. The truck is finally unloaded."

She sighed. "Not that I should be complaining to you. Your day was obvious far worse them mine."

She asked softly, "what is there to do round here besides foot ball. Seeing as I am not cheerleader mterial and I'm not a guy, so playing is out of the question." She grinned her hard work had left a little tired and sweaty but as long as she did not get too close, talking seemed workable.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Nell smiled and shock his hand. She could see his pain but was not going to make a big deal out of it. "no actually we just arrived a few hours ago. The truck is finally unloaded."

She sighed. "Not that I should be complaining to you. Your day was obvious far worse them mine."

She asked softly, "what is there to do round here besides foot ball. Seeing as I am not cheerleader mterial and I'm not a guy, so playing is out of the question." She grinned her hard work had left a little tired and sweaty but as long as she did not get too close, talking seemed workable.

"Well, we have a pretty good fast food place in town -- I should know, I work there every weekend," I say laughing and wincing almost at the same time. "Anyway, most of the high school kids hang out over there, mostly to socialize and get cheap, greasy, yummy-tasting food. We had an Appleby's open up right next to the movie theater... I think you'll like the people here -- they're all pretty nice and friendly, even the shy ones..."

I look over towards the direction of her house.

"Hey, you guys don't live too far away. If you guys need some help moving in, let me know -- especially if there's any heavy lifting to be done. I got a couple of friends on the football team that made real good use of our weight room... And I'm sure they'd be willing to help the new neighbors with the cute girl in the family..."

I smile in her direction, and try again not to wince.

"Well, I gotta go back in and check on my younger brothers. Can I walk you home, just to thank you for stopping by?"

 

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Nell smiled, "that would be nice. Thankfully every thing is out of the truck. Hopefully in the right rooms." Then she chuckled.
Then she walked slowly down the sidewalk.

It only took them a few minutes to get to her house.

She took hold of his arm softly. "thank you for all the tips on this place. Its slways difficult being the new kids. Id invite you in but im sure that would not go over very well, nothing is put away. But hopefully I'll see you in school on Monday, im sure by then we will be at least finding clothes and food." Then she chuckled.

 

[Blaanid]

OOC:

I am going to have to withdraw my char...I just can't seem to get into the mood on this one...