Ahead of Light

[Oliver King]

He didn't know if he should have felt bad for the girl or not. Really, in theory, he probably should have. But Oliver had to admit that the image was rather comical. Now, he didn't at all envy the football players, because if he was right, this girl, the girl they'd managed to crash into and push off her feet was none other than Elsa Bellefonte, and well, everyone knew you didn't mess with her. Though, he suspected the boys already knew that, considering how terrified most of them looked. 

Now, it hadn't been bad. It wasn't like the blow had been hard enough for her to have broken anything. It was really simple, actually. They'd played catch - the boys, not him - and as one of them were walking backwards, trying to catch the ball, the boy had managed to crash his shoulder against the female and well...

Shaking his head, Oliver walked down the bleachers and leaned over the railing right above the female and the utterly terrified males. He peered down at them and issued a chuckle. "You're getting it now," he commented dryly, though the lack of amusement in his voice was replaced by the obvious amused gleam in his eyes. He turned his attention to the female and clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth.

"I suggest you apologize to the nice young lady before she claws your eyes out and feed them to you through your ass."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa really should have been paying closer attention. She'd been walking through the fields with her usual focus, looking at notes and down the longer part of the field and considering things. They had a few games coming up that may require some more seeding and Elsa had at least two or three clubs on hand that were looking for venues and jockeying for spots somewhere. She could already see a stand set up on one side of the field that she didn't remember anyone approving.

Not that such thoughts were at the forefront of Ms. Bellefonte's mind as the bodies hit her and drove her to the ground. It was less pain and more shock and surprise that struck silence into Elsa. She spent a few seconds on her rear, staring at the world around her, before noticing the various terrified persons and hearing the voice coming down from above.

Elsa grabbed the bleachers and pulled herself up well enough. She dusted, still silent as the young man continued. She bent down to pick up the tablet she'd been thumbing through, and finally looked into the gathered guys who's had the misfortune of running into the wrong person. "He's off, you know," she told them matter-of-factly, "I don't claw out eyes to shove through an ass. Not for something like this," she paused, waiting just long enough for relief to start: "It's usually the testicles, and through the mouth. Much more satisfying that way."

[Oliver King]

Covering his mouth with the crook of his arm, Oliver issued a low laugh, the amusement against his features never wavering. The boys looked absolutely terrified too, which made it all the better to watch. "Damn," he said. "She's not messin' around, boys," he said, leaning forward as he peered down. Even Oliver had to admit that the girl was amusing to watch. He didn't blame the boys for being terrified, though, he was slightly disappointed that they didn't put up more of a fight.

They muttered something that sounded like an apology under their breaths before slinking away, heads hanging low. Oliver watched them for a moment before he turned his attention back towards the girl, whistling through his teeth.

"Good to know that some people's reputation stays true to the rumors," he smirked, his brows dancing before falling still. "Though, you're much more kinky than what I'd imagine. A pleasant surprise, of course." He tossed her a wink as he pushed himself away from the railings and started towards the stairs not far away. Skipping down them, he peered over at the a girl again, a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the sun.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

No, Elsa was not messing around. She simply smiled as the young man said as much, holding the expression while the boys considered it. There was that shuffling and the scurrying that Elsa had nearly come to expect. It was nice to know that she at least had some power there. She needed to go back to being a spider though: hiding in the background, existing in shadows like some sort of half-spoken rumor. Should be easy enough to return, given her absence.

The spider was in the light now: the young man wasn't leaving. In point of fact, he was turning his attention back to her, and Elsa looked to him, wondering why he hadn't joined the others in scurrying off. "Everyone always assumes my sister's the one with the fabulous sex life, which we just continue to find amusing," Elsa said, the amusement twisting her lips. She studied the young man a little more closely, wondering why he'd developed in interest in her.

"I suppose an introduction would be rather redundant, but you do have the advantage," she pointed out, looking at him expectantly. Well, he had just seen her in action, surely that should encourage his mouth to move a little quicker than it would have otherwise.