Just working out the Nerves (Open)

[staplemylips]

It had been another long day of school. Tuesdays always seemed to be the worst days. Cassie held onto the sides of the goal tightly and dragged it over to a corner of the gymnasium. She always took the corners, that way who ever else could have the large portion of the gym. It was usually just her little ol' self in that corner. Cassie placed the net against the wall. Walking about fifteen feet back, she knelt down to tie her worn out tennis shoes. Her bangs fell into her face, they were rather annoying at times. One of these days she would remember to trim them again.

Standing up slowly, she lifted up a long stick with her. The shaft was tied about with black and yellow athletic grip tape, while the head was laced with yellow and black string. Cassie took a step back, her one hand swooped up the lacrosse ball into the pocket of the head. Lacrosse had always been one of her favorite sports. It was agressive and quick. Cassie whiped the ball into the net with force. Air escaped her lips. Stepping back she grabbed another yellow lacrosse ball from the bucket. Her fingers tugged at her shorts.

Woosh. Another one went in the net. Tomorrow would be a horrible day. She would have to talk in front of one of her classes, outloud! Well, obviously outloud. Either way, it wasn't a pleasant thought. Sure, it wasn't even anything big. She would only have to say a few sentences, but still. It was a few sentences everyone would hear. A few sentences she would probably screw up. Her group would be up front with her, one of the boys even volunteered to do most of the talking. Yet, that hard headed teacher required everyone to say something.

Cassie's feet shuffled back, her wrist flicked releasing the ball. It bounced against the wall. Cassie ran toward it to catch it, before shooting it in sideways. Cassie walked back to the pile of balls and scooped up another one. The lacrosse stick was twirled in her hands a few times. Trying to keep her mind from focusing on tomorrow. Why did they even have to go to school? Most of them would become villians or heroes, some even sidekicks. Where was Cassie going to go? She didn't even know. Cassie was rather apathetic towards the future. She wasn't sure which one she really wanted to be yet. Maybe she could just play in the middle, whatever seemed most pleasing to her at the moment.

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy's hand gripped the basketball cart as he walked into the gynmasium. He loved this Basketball. It was such an interesting sport. You shoot the ball... Into the hoop. It's all about coordination and discipline. Two of the only things Darcy had considerable mastery in. He saw that in her own corner was the girl he almost had a blood feud with yesterday. She was taking out all of her anger playing lacrosse. Not a bad sport. He didn't want to harass her or make her feel unwelcome. Today he wasn't in a bipolar mood. He didn't know what it was. Whenever someone challenged him, he stepped up and made things worse. This was school. There were consequences for killing people. He walked to the opposite side of the gym. Setting up his basketballs, he was at the freethrow line. He tossed one and it went right through the net. He smiled. Picking up another ball, his back was to Cassandra while he spoke and continued on shooting.

[yellow]"Nervous? I come here all the time when I need to think."[/yellow]

He continued shooting. He had a major respect for the Cain family. Some of the greatest killers in the world originated in that clan. David Cain, her father included. He made his third shot.

[yellow]"Did you really want to fight me yesterday?"[/yellow]

[staplemylips]

Cassie canceled out part of the world. All of her senses, besides hearing were focused on the net and lacrosse stick. Her gray eyes were focused on the top right corner. She took a small step toward it before launching the ball at it. Missed! The ball bounced back toward her. She shuffled to the side catching it and trying to get a rebound. After the sound of the ball hitting the post, her ears focused on what was going around in the gym. On the opposite side she could hear a person dribbling and shooting a basketball.

It wasn't till she heard the voice that she knew who it was. The voice made her cringe, it was the same boy she had a confrontation with yesterday during class. He was so strange, he had disappeared shortly after calling the teacher a bitch. Cassie had grown up learning to treat elders with respect. She kept t that way too for the most part. She understood her place in life, well at least where it was in the food chain. She wished other people would figure it out as well. Would make life much simpler. School was basically a hierarchy. Seniors, than juniors, followed by the sophomore and freshman. For the most part, the teachers were on top of that. There were only a few that students could treat like crap and get away with it.

Giving a nod was Cassie's only response to his question. She wasn't sure if he even say it. Nor did she care. Cassie loved one worded answers, because she could usually answer them pretty easily with her body language. Cassie continued to play around with the lacrosse ball. Throwing it against the wall a few times before shooting it. The second question caught Cassie off guard though. The stopped moving, for once she stood in the same spot. Leaning on her lacrosse stick, she looked over to Darcy. She had to think about the answer. Her breathing was shallow at the moment. Her face wrinkled up a bit, as her head titled from one side to the other. Meaning not really. "Would've." Was her only worded response. She tried to stay out of fighting at school, no reason to cause a scene if she didn't have to. Though, if it would have gotten to that point, she wouldn't have held back. After pausing for a second, she walked over to the net and began to shag the balls. Her pile was running low.

[Darcy Leone]

[yellow]"I see. Just like your father..."[/yellow]

Not so much like her father. He just wanted to start a conversation with this akwardly quiet girl. She had the personality of a killer. It was hidden deep within her conscience though. Her father was as cold as they came. She seemed to have some compassion. That's a quality hard to come by with people like them. Mercy. He had gone through half of the basketballs in his cart.

[yellow]"My apologies for the bug eyed comment. That was out of line."[/yellow]

He wasn't going to apologize for Pennington. Never. He hated that woman with a passion and if the time ever came that he did fight her, teacher or no, he'd make her disappear. All she had to do was make the first move... He continued shooting hoops.

[staplemylips]

Cassie was shooting rather smoothly, till the mention of her father came about. A gruff sound escaped the small body. Her shoot completely missed the net by a good foot or two. She quickly ran backwards to catch the ball. It wouldn't stay in her pocket though. She fumbled with it for a moment or two. Rather annoyed with it and herself for missing the net.

Cassie twisted her body, the lacrosse stick still firmly in her hands. She sent a glare Darcy's way. Hoping he caught that look from her. Cassie didn't enjoy talking about her family. There wasn't anything exactly wrong with her father, just not always something right. Cassie disliked being compared to people. She was very different from everyone, especially her parents. Or so she liked to believe.

Cassie was shocked at the boy apologizing. She honestly didn't know how to react. Her lips parted, but she had nothing to say. Cassie looked at her extra lacrosse stick next to her. Debating whether or not to be nice and invite the boy to join. She shook her head, she didn't exactly want to make friends with that kid. "Be happy you left." Cassie finally replied after a few moments. She was referring to him making the bug-eyed comment. If he hadn't darted out of the room so quickly, no doubt she would have ended up kicking his ass. Though, the fact they played holiday hangman afterwards was also another good reason why they left. It was a rather pointless day in that class. Cassie racked up another ball and went back to her smooth shots.

[Darcy Leone]

[yellow]"Cling to your perceptions of me. It doesn't matter. In due time you'll understand how I know you... Cassandra."[/yellow]

He picked up each ball and slowly put them in the cart. He didn't care if she liked him. He didn't care if she disliked him. Despised him. Hated him. They were all a part of a brotherhood, their line. If she ever needed help and it didn't violate his code, Darcy would assist her. Help her achieve a few of her many goals.

She was just a punk at this point. A catepillar in her cocoon. She didn't know what pain was. She didn't understand it. Darcy had some understanding of how she felt. He used to be there to. How do you divide the line between good and evil? The answer: you can't. Good and evil are simply viewpoints. Opinions. What truly matters is the outcome of an action. He started to pull the cart out of the rather large gymnasium.

[yellow]"Take care and good luck on your speech."[/yellow]