She was conscious of the general lack of people. The kitchen was normally pretty empty anyhow, but this was strange. There was basically nobody. She kept chewing though, she'd skipped breakfast as she'd overslept, and then lunch to do this. Bar a granola bar, this was the only thing she'd eaten for ...

Christ almighty... Why had she agreed to do this? Maria frantically glanced around. She needed to put the dish in in four minutes for Christ's sake! She didn't have time for this now! She wiped off the knife she'd just been using, and hefted the onion in her left hand, before slamming it down on the...

"It's a kind of misogynistic comedy if you think about it. It's literally a guy 'taming' a woman to be the perfect bride, hence the n..." She paused. Did he just say Charity and the gang? From Rough House? (and Subrban Jungle in general, but whatever, it was the furry webcomic which she oc...

((Hannah Kendrickstone Pregame Start)) S...S...S...Sa...Sc... Ah! Sh! Shakespeare, William. For a library, there really wasn't much of selection when it came to Shakespear. Sure, there was Macbeth, Hamlet, even Twelth Night, but no Julius Ceaser? No All's Well? No freakin' Merchants of Venice? Still...

How the actual fuck had he done that? He'd had experience with a bat before, obviously, but... He had landed a one-in-a-million shot. The bat itself has broken, which apparently wasn't entirley uncommon by the amount of times his uncle had screamed in frustration as another one of his favourite bats...

He'd asked for a fastball, and he'd gotten a fastball. Christ, the thing mustv've been going close to seventy miles an hour. Had he'd had any time to react, a neck crick would have been in order, but again, it was fast. His footing was all wrong, and he knew it. This would be him swinging and seeing...

Will had noted the little leg jump Cristo had done. I mean, sure it was needed, sure this was the entirley wrong sport to make the joke, and sure, Cristo had shown zero signs of being able to understand it, but goddammit sometimes he liked to feel more important than other people without bringing up...

Eyes on the ball at all times... When it comes into your reach, swing... NOW! The bat made contact with the ball, the loud 'crack' sounding as it flew back the way it came. It narrowly missed hitting Cristo's knee, before skimming itself off of the grass and rolling to a stop. "Huh. That was be...

...knees and elbows bent? Huh. So they even ripped off the cricket stance, but made it so you didn't place the bat on the ground. Dutifully, he followed the advice, meaty hands wrapping around the bat. If they had been even a centimetre bigger, he'd have struggled to hold it properly, but as it was,...

"For a start, look at me. I'm built like a truck. Why would I be smacking balls around, baseball or cricket; when this;" he indicated to his body with the bat, "is much better put to use as a prop. Or goalie, whichever we happened to be playing." He paused for a second to roll a ...

Will sighed and picked up the bat, before tossing it up in the air, causing it to whirl and spiral before smacking back into his palm with a meaty clap. It was smooth, he thought, far smoother than the grippy coverings that cricket bats had, and he ran his left hand along the side. Pitcher, pitcher,...

Will looked at the bat. He'd seen them of course, seen how you held them, seen how you were supposed to hit the ball, but... In practise? Never tried it. He supposed there was no time like the present, but just looking at the stupid thing made him confused. Why were Yanks so anti-British sport? They...

And Johnny had completely ignored her and passed it to Darius. She shot him a look and flipped him off, before going back to the 'supply table' for her fourth beer and a hotdog, Junko's roasting reminding her of how hungry she was, what with her not having eaten lunch because there was shit to do an...

Junko had... Forgotten her? That was kinda shitty. I mean, she was practically the poster girl for the whole 'work hard, play hard,' aspect of Cochise, and she'd been entirely forgotten to an actual party? By Junko? I mean, sure they weren't massive friends, no big hugs and cheek kisses, but the two...

((Maria Cuccinotta, Sadie Hawkins Start)) HOW HAD NOONE TOLD HER? Seriously! For some reason there was a party going on, an actual party, not the stuck up dance shit, and no-one had mentioned it to her, the fuck? She sighed as she walked into the clearing, a slight buzz already on from the Bud she'd...