Post by Xaier McCaine on Jan 2, 2015 1:36:47 GMT -5
Seems like a good day for soccer. I got some time to waste. Might as well hang around here..
Xaier was still getting adjusted to his new life style. It wasn't something he was unaccustomed to. He had been use to living in a place anywhere from two months to a year. Not having friends was something else he was use to.
He had learned how to adapt, to keep himself busy most of the time. Usually it was parkour, fighting, skateboarding or a sport of some kind. Today it just so happened he planned to kick around a ball.
The field was empty at the moment, those emerald hues dancing about the open field for a moment before he dropped the ball and his backpack. It was still a little chilly out, but the black and silver track suit he was wearing was enough for him. He was going to get hot running around out there anyways.
Giving himself a minute or so to do a few routine stretches to loosen up, before he kicked the ball into the center of the field. And then the solver haired sophomore was off like a blur, zipping toward the ball, arcing before he tapped it lightly.
Xaier would take the ball down the field a little bit, switching between feet or adding a little spin. Eventually though he would hit his sweet spot, pulling his right leg back before booting the ball into the net in the far upper-right corner. A small smile would appear on his face and then Xaier would recover the ball and start all over. He was going to make the most of it, even if he was alone.
Xaier was still getting adjusted to his new life style. It wasn't something he was unaccustomed to. He had been use to living in a place anywhere from two months to a year. Not having friends was something else he was use to.
He had learned how to adapt, to keep himself busy most of the time. Usually it was parkour, fighting, skateboarding or a sport of some kind. Today it just so happened he planned to kick around a ball.
The field was empty at the moment, those emerald hues dancing about the open field for a moment before he dropped the ball and his backpack. It was still a little chilly out, but the black and silver track suit he was wearing was enough for him. He was going to get hot running around out there anyways.
Giving himself a minute or so to do a few routine stretches to loosen up, before he kicked the ball into the center of the field. And then the solver haired sophomore was off like a blur, zipping toward the ball, arcing before he tapped it lightly.
Xaier would take the ball down the field a little bit, switching between feet or adding a little spin. Eventually though he would hit his sweet spot, pulling his right leg back before booting the ball into the net in the far upper-right corner. A small smile would appear on his face and then Xaier would recover the ball and start all over. He was going to make the most of it, even if he was alone.
