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[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

Who: EVERYONE
What: Lunch + Club Fair
When: End of the 2nd week of School
Where: Lunchroom and Courtyard

It's now a couple of weeks into school and it's about time for a real club fair hosted by the Student Council! Tables are set up around the lunchroom giving students a chance to talk to the different club presidents and members about joining. Lunch has been extended to an hour and a half today with a few of the teachers and students grilling up hot dogs and hamburgers for the student body. You were even given one of those little cards where you have to get signatures from 4 different club presidents proving you participated for credit!

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Clint is a busy guy. Which means he can't be the only person running the team's table! But no matter what he's got his trusty megaphone (now complete with his name sharpied on the side) and is spending the next couple of minutes excitedly pulling everyone over to try and convince them to join the football team.

Watching Clint call over potential new recruits gave Julian a case of the chills. It was like reliving when Clint had set his sights on him and showed up at his dorm room, his work, the hallways...

They didn't stand a chance.

Rory was just passing by, really. He was incredibly familiar with Clint, who was the hockey team's captain as well, and he was a good captain, really!! A bit over the top most times, but Rory definitely enjoyed his attitude on the ice. So it was by this relation that Rory decided he should stop by and say hi at least so it was with a bright smile and a handwave that he spoke as he approache the club table, "Hey Clint!"

"Markov!" Clint actually managed to pull the megaphone out of his face in time. "I've been waiting for you to show up man."

He holds out the sign up sheet "So practice is tonight after school. Only need to bring shorts and a tshirt, we've got all the pads you need. And you're physical is all up to date 'cause of Hockey so you're good to go."

Rory was a little shocked at the reply, happy the megaphone was at least removed before Clint was speaking to him. He paused though at the words. He was...expecting him? What? This-

Before Rory could have another thought a sign up sheet was pushed at him and a stream of words were spoken at rapid speed. "Uh, wait what, Captain-" he stumbled, "I don't know, I- I don't really think I'm cut out for football...thanks, I mean thank you, but, yeah," He was trying to let it go, but he should have known that Clint wouldn't let it go so easily.

Clint laughs "Man you almost had me there! You're going to be an awesome football player. I already know you could be a great tight end. Just gotta work on the passing a little bit."

Clint is so earnest it is painful to onlookers.

Indeed the earnest behavior is painful to look at, but for Rory he's struggling to make it clear he wasn't planning on joining. "W-well I mean if you think I'd be great sure Captain, but...really I don't think it would work out. I mean, I'm so short, not football material at all, haha..." he didn't want to insult Clint's compliment, but the problem was he really wasn't super interested. All he had on the mind nowadays was hockey, but knowing Clint this wouldn't let up in the slightest.

Too bad, Rory, you won't win this one.

"Ha! My lil bro is like a good 4" inches shorter and half your size and he does great! You shoulda seen Easton as a freshman. Wow no one woulda thought he would hit 5'7!"

Clint claps him on the back "And yeah yeah I know hockey is your thing but there isn't a better way to keep in shape than this for the hockey season."

Rory fell forward a little bit at the clap to the back, sheepishly smiling. Well...he couldn't exactly argue with that. It was a losing battle. Plus Clint was pretty convincing...

"I suppose you're right," he conceded to that, taking the sign up sheet this time and reading it. "Plus I'd be playing with you, so, that'll be really fun! Football isn't too hard of a sport to learn, right?"

"Don't worry my mom is a great coach, everyones gonna be so glad to have you on the team!"

Aerika has been watching this debacle happening the whole time and to say the least she's not impressed. Clint does this routine every time and the fact that it works just bothers her too much to watch Rory get sucked in too. She'll head over and put her arm around Rory's shoulder and pull him close.

"Hey Rory! You're not thinking of joining the football team are you?" She'll grin at him. "Not that you wouldn't be an incredible player but they've got kind of a monopoly right now, do you really wanna buy into that?" Think of the other sports teams Rory.

"We're going to win state this year Aerika" Clint says grinning from ear to ear. 100000% believing what he is saying.

Edited 2014-11-06 07:06 (UTC)

He's about to reach for a pen when Aerika nabs him around the other side. So now he's smushed between the two taller, older dice north students. His eyes shift from side to side, Clint to Aerika and back. "Oh, me? Well, I mean, Captain does think I'd be good on the team too..."

He's certainly in a predicament now, here he has Aerika who he really really respects as a player, looks up to and Clint, his captain, who he also looks up to and respects. So he did the only thing he could do in this situation, he looked around for help.

Aerika basically ignores Rory and smiles back at Clint. "That's what you said last year, and with as many powerhouses as I know you guys have on the field I'm sure you can spare one player."

"Yeah but we've got a secret weapon." He leans over Rory's head "Just wait until you see our quarterbacks this year"

Clint is now at this point leaning over his head. He definitely felt like a pawn inbetween a power struggle. The look Cassidy was giving him wasn't helping either, the kind of look that spoke 'I'm sorry' but also at the same time 'there was no escaping this, why did you try'. Fuck. Literally, fuck. He definitely prayed to god the "secret weapon" Clint was talking about wasn't him. He had no idea who he was even referring to.

Rory gets to stay exactly where he is, stuck between two muscle heads. "Secret weapons??" She replies with a heavy amount of disbelief. Clint wasn't good at keeping secrets.

"Who?"

HE'D BE BETTER AT FOOTBALL

clintocallowhat - 2014-11-06 07:27 (UTC) - Expand

BOTH ARE GOOD, BUT-

chasethelight - 2014-11-06 07:55 (UTC) - Expand

MINE IS BETTER

autonuked - 2014-11-06 16:47 (UTC) - Expand

FOOTBALL FOOTBALL FOOTBALL

clintocallowhat - 2014-11-06 17:10 (UTC) - Expand

THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED

chasethelight - 2014-11-06 21:04 (UTC) - Expand

IT IS NOW

autonuked - 2014-11-06 23:07 (UTC) - Expand

F O O TBALL

clintocallowhat - 2014-11-07 00:44 (UTC) - Expand

UH, WHY NOT BOTH

chasethelight - 2014-11-07 03:46 (UTC) - Expand

WOW RORY, HAVE SOME LOYALTY.

autonuked - 2014-11-07 20:08 (UTC) - Expand

FOOTBALL WINS

clintocallowhat - 2014-11-07 20:40 (UTC) - Expand

WAIT, WHAT

chasethelight - 2014-11-07 21:27 (UTC) - Expand

JOIN FOOTBALL

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DON'T JOIN FOOTBALL

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FOOTBALL???????????

JOIN ANYTHING ELSE

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LACROSS YOU'D BE GOOD AT THAT

sucks 2 suck

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[text] to Rory

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easton..

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