Log: Ongoing

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; July 15 (afternoon)
Rating; PG
Characters; Peter lionrampante, Caspian treadingdawn, Susan lionesssejant
Summary; A little sport brings everyone closer together.
Log;

[See Caspian with the ball. See Caspian's fast footwork with the ball. See Caspian try to get the ball past Peter.]

You are tenacious, Your Majesty.

[A grin at Peter. He's not paying attention to anything else but The Game.]

ooc: So like, Bree went to pick up Edmund justest, ought we to open the log up to them and Susan for whenever they might want to drop in on the game XD?

Comments

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[of course with the mention of The Game, I just lost it.]

What happened to Peter?

[ninja attempt at ball grab!]

ooc: I'm cool with that! I was thinking about commenting on Edmund's entry actually and wondered if there had been some planning that kept me from otherwise.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A formal court gesture.

[A double meaning, but neither have the makings of a real jester. Caspian tries to weave the ball in and out of Peter's legs. He knows this sport much better than basketball.]

The sport of kings, did you not know?

ooc: I was too but didn't know who what and where so I threw Corinthian at him XD

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian is good, but Peter's no slacker at football either. Tries to disrupt Caspian's footwork!]

It's a sport anyone can play.

[Slightly curt, but only from keeping his concentration on the game, and not because he's angry.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[If only Caspian knew of class division in those football clubs.]

With the right skill.

[Damn, he has to skip or face tripping, relinquishing the ball to Peter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Well.

[Woohoo. Peter takes off across the field!]

That hasn't stopped people before.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You cannot be referring--

[Huff huff, running after him and going for a slide at the ball.]

To me.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter doesn't answer that! Instead, tries a turn around in an attempt to keep the ball away from Caspian.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Smooth move Mr. Magnficent. He manages to not fall flat on his face and regains his footing to keep running after him.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah. In Finchley I was born and raised... And since Peter's a risk taker, lets try a shot from this distance!]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Not bad. Someone has a nice kick and some powerful calves.]

Good shot. The next one is mine.

[And up he goes to retrieve that ball!]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Takes a few seconds to savor his victory, before following after Caspian.]

Thank you.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Taking heavy breaths as he tries to criss cross around Peter to cross the distance of the not!quite!large! field towards the opposite posts.]

ooc: Ed mun had to take off to bed, she'll return in 5-7 hours though! /messenger XD

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter runs along behind, hoping to get alongside Caspian and attempt a shoulder charge.]

ooc: Cool! With my sleep schedule, I'll probably still be up then. Woe.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Like he doesn't see that one coming! He hooks the ball up with his instep and kicks it further to evade Peter's charge. The question is who can catch up with the ball now.]

ooc: West Coast represent, I'm behind all of you lol.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Ruh roh, Caspian's better than Peter anticipated. Slight hesitation gives Caspian the chance to keep his ball!]

ooc: The future's nice! No flying cars yet, though.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You look... surprised!

[Said over his shoulder with a grin before he takes off closer to those posts.]

ooc: What about segways?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Slightly!

[Right behind Caspian, with another attempt to kick/slide the ball out.]

ooc:how about Whales on Segways (http://members.greenpeace.org/gpblog/media/679046/Whales%20on%20Segways.jpg)

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Hey Peter's getting a little close! He jumps to avoid tripping and comes down with another hook to try and save that ball.]

ooc: ... I would run from that pod.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter slides a bit from his momentum, giving Caspian enough time to keep his ball.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Best to get his shot in while Peter is regaining his footing. He moves forward only by a few steps before he turns around to kick it hard, momentum making up for distance. Goal? Goal? YES.]

Mm.

[A sound of self satisfaction, and he smiles at Peter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter kind of runs a hand through his hair, before giving Caspian a half smile.]

Nice. My ball, now?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Yours.

[Jogging towards that end of the field to take up the defensive.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Maneuvering the ball around at a slower pace, mainly waiting to see how Caspian will move.]

Who taught you back in Narnia?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Eye on Peter's footwork to anticipate his next move.]

My gentlemen-in-waiting.

[Oh yeah, he had those. He darts in to Peter's side, maybe just testing his reflexes.]

It was Miraz's idea, if you would believe that.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter was ready for that, and attempts a cutback to keep Caspian from getting too close to the ball! Bum rush to the goal time.]

I suppose he had to find a way to keep you occupied!