::Regan:: Everyone's Awesome But Me (Frank)

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan wanted nothing more than a soccer field. Was that so much to ask? for a school this size, for it to not have independent outdoor facilities was a sin. How dare they?

Or maybe he was just bitter. That was probably it.

Ever since he'd gotten here, he'd met all kinds of people who could do all kinds of awesome things - hell, his brother had started hanging out with a dude who could transform into a freaking dog - and here they were, just sort of... boring. Well, boring by comparison. Whoop-de-doo, he and his twin got hurt together. Thrilling.

He sighed. It was more than that and he knew it, and if Arianna ever heard him talking that way it would be the end of him. Hell, even he recognized how much closer it had brought he and Cole, for all the nuisance it was. But still... looking around the training field now, looking uncomfortably average carrying his soccer ball along with him, he felt like there was just nothing special about him at all.

Whatever. He came here to play, so he was gonna play. Even if he had to do it by his own boring self. Suited him fine.

He found a relatively unoccupied patch of field and started to kick it around. He practiced bouncing it on his feet and knees. He'd always sucked at it, but now was as good a time as any to get in some practice. Maybe he'd work his way up to bouncing it off his head and back to his knee. Yeah, that'd be the plan today. Then he could go brag to Cole about it. Yup, that'd do.

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OOC Notes: Bit of a slow start but it'll do.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank too was practicing, practicing her deadly serious sport: the sport of cheerleading. This meant dressing in a skirt and practicing flips and stuff. Which, given that this was Frank, required quite a bit of sugar. Okay, it didn't necessarily require sugar, but she'd take any excuse to inhale as much of it as she possibly could. In Frank's case, this meant that about every third flip or so, she took a hit out of a bag of gummy worms that she had on hand. There was actually a small line of various wrappers and stuff around where Frank was, and of course a decent sized cooler of Gatorade that she'd gotten from somewhere.

The only thing about practicing something like this was that generally speaking, cheerleaders needed something to cheer for. Sure, there were basic chants and stuff, but they were so boring. Frank would much rather actually cheer someone on, thus fulfilling the lettering of her title to a tee. So every now and then she'd pause and look through the field, figuring that eventually some poor soul had to come here.

And lo, there was Regan.

Frank dashed over to where he was, making sure to pause only for a moment to take a gummy worm hit. Within moments, she was standing alongside the field roughly in line with where he was. She watched, waiting patiently, like a cheetah studying her prey, while Regan bounced the ball. as soon as she figured out what he was doing, Frank launched into a cheer:

"Whoo, kick that ball, kick that ball, get it to your heaaaaaad!"

Not exactly masterwork, but Frank never claimed to be great at actually developing the cheers. She made up for it with sheer enthusiasm, in this case, jumping and screaming and flailing quite a bit. "You can do it, yes you can, if you can't do it, just try some moooooorrrrrreeeee!" Then jazz hands, because that made every cheer better.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

What a fucking weirdo, thought Regan. She was throwing off his concentration, and now he had to work even harder to keep the ball up at all. He hadn't even turned to see who it was. He didn't want to give her the attention. Or the satisfaction.

She must be making fun of him, he thought, which only made him angrier. He was the only one out here with such a boring power he couldn't even show it off, and out of all the people she could have picked, she was doing her little act for him. It was embarrassing. He felt his face turn red.

The ball dropped to the grass, and he let out a frustrated sigh, turning to tell off his detractor.

"... Whoa," he said instead.

Well, okay. There went all the words he'd planned to say. There was something about good-looking girls that kind of made any and all aggravation kinda worth it. Or maybe he was just a hormone-driven teenager. That too. But regardless, he found himself flashing her a goofy smile, never mind the murderous thoughts that had been drifting through his head a few moments ago.

He bent down and picked up his ball with one hand, offering her a wave with the other. "Do you always cheer for people like that, or is it just my natural athletic talent and good looks?"

Either he'd just charmed the pants off her, or else stuck his foot in it. An acceptable, calculated risk.

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OOC Notes: So I recently decided Regan is a bit of a horndog.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank returned the wave with one of her own, tilting her head a little. she couldn't recall having seen the guy before, which probably meant that he hadn't been on the boat (where she'd had her last major party) or anywhere else that Frank had encountered. He could, she supposed, be a new arrival, or just possibly someone that Frank had somehow managed to miss until now. that was gonna change, and soon.

"It's pretty much everybody," said Frank, bobbing her head a little and adding a shrug. she was pretty sure that he was attempting to talk himself up, which she'd experienced before. A strangely large number of English boys liked to do that. Frank didn't get it. "You kinda failed though, didn't you?" she pointed at the ball, then laughed a little. "It's cool though, that's what practice is all about. Oh, heeeeeey, did my cheer thing help at all? I'm totes a cheerleader, so I gotta practice too. You know how it is," Frank shrugged, "athletics and all."

She grinned from ear to ear, practically bouncing on her heels. She looked about ready to go into another flip, which would likely end up with her on her butt, which probably wouldn't bother her all that much right now.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan let out a sheepish laugh, bringing a hand to the back of his head. "Everybody, huh? Well, ouch, I guess." Then she pointed out the discarded ball, and he looked away awkwardly, still trying to keep the grin on his face, as difficult as that was now. "Double ouch. You really don't pull your punches, do you?"

As the girl explained herself, Regan couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He'd never thought about it before, but he supposed cheerleaders must have to practice at some point... he'd never done it, so he wouldn't know. Still, her seemingly limitless energy was kind of charming. Kind of.

He turned down the flirty knob a little and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I dunno. I'd honestly rather be playing than practicing, but there's nobody to play with." His face turned a little sour. "Everyone here is practicing their 'powers'." He said the word 'powers' with a sarcastic pitch to his voice, and then wondered if maybe he should have been a bit more tactful. Who knew what this girl could do? Still, he couldn't help being bitter. Why couldn't he have some sort of cool power like the rest?

"Oh, and your cheering? Uh... yeah. It helped. It helped me drop the ball. Might wanna work on that," he said with a cheeky grin.

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OOC Notes: I'm curious about where this will go.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank just giggled at the pulling punches thing. She mostly just said whatever was in her head without thinking much about it, which she guessed could equate to pulling punches in this particular instance. She'd tried to make it clear that she was being all encouraging and junk, but who knew what was coming across?

"pfft, powers," said Frank, waving her hand, "who needs to practice that stuff? And there is totally someone to play with, shebang," she pointed at herself, doing a little hip roll. She then tossed back her head and practically skipped over to where the boy was standing. By the time Regan was mostly finished with his talking, Frank was more or less in front of him, her skirt fluttering down around her. She gave it a little smoothing, though even Frank had to realize that gesture wasn't really necessary, especially given that she was about to engage in soccer playing.

"And who says I didn't want you to drop the ball?' asked Frank, before sticking out her tongue at Regan. "That was totally my secret plan all along," Frank nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. "So this soccer thing, we gonna do that or what?" she looked down at the ball, feeling the urge to just go over and kick it. She bet she could at least get it to the goal before Regan, especially if he was gonna just stand there like a bump on a log or something.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

It was like she was literally made of energy, this girl. It was invigorating. Electric, even. He'd known girls like her before, and he'd always thought of them as annoying, but not this one. He'd figure out why sometime.

In answer to her question, Regan, as usual, spoke without quite thinking through his words fully. "Yeah, we're gonna do it."

Then he paused. "... That came out wrong, but then again, I like that idea too." He flashed her a cheeky grin and kicked the ball away, running off after it. "Come on, might as well find somewhere to do this thing!"

He slowed down after a few paces, glancing around. "Not that we really have anything to use as a net. Hm." He pointed. "How about those trees over there? We can play at the tree line. First to ten goals wins?"

As he turned and looked at her again, he put his hand to his forehead. "Jesus, I just realized I didn't even introduce myself. My name's Regan."

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OOC Notes: This is so bad. I'm sorry this is so bad. My brain isn't working.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, we might end up doing it," said Frank, shrugging nonchalantly, "I mean, I usually wait till I'm friends with someone before the sexing begins, and we've totes got to work on your soccer game, but who knows?" she added another shrug, then beamed. Why should she be shy about it? She knew that some people were, but most of those people weren't Frank or someone who thought like her. She knew sex was fun, and fun was worth having, especially when you were young and able.

Her parents were crazy rich people, what did you expect?

Regan turned, pointed, and suggested, and Frank followed the gesture, nodding all the while. "Buuut don't we need, like, two goals? I think that's how soccer works. Ooooh, and I'm not Jesus. People totally make that mistake like all the time," Frank nodded, "it's always, like, Jesus, would you get down girl an' Jesus, would you stop doing that. But my name's actually Frank," Frank nodded, then actually dropped into a curtsy, because why the hell not? She giggled as she finished, then turned to look at the field, judging the distance. Yeah, she could totally do that in a sprint. she might want to go grab some of her snacks and get them closer to the field though, just in case...

[Regan and Cole Robins]

"Actually, I think I'd rather call you Jesus, 'cause those are some holy legs." He snorted. "Sorry, I've always wanted to use a cheesy pick-up line like that. Can you imagine?" He put his hands behind his head, arching his back to stretch it. "Still, though - Frank? You must get all kinds of flak for having a name like that."

He was, at least in part, covering up his surprise at her bluntness. He'd been joking - well... half-joking - about 'doing it', but he had to admit he wouldn't say no. Even still, he wasn't expecting her to be quite so direct. It was a startling but awesome revelation. If anything, this put him much more at ease. In all honesty, he wasn't the type to say no to sex, but he wasn't the type to be desperate for it either. Someone as open and blunt as this Frank was, though... that sounded like time well spent.

He glanced at the trees and the field. "I guess two nets make sense. I just figured I'd make things a little easier for you." Another cheeky grin. "Besides, you only saw me bouncing the ball around. You haven't even seen my game yet. Might need to think twice about that offer." With a wink, he kicked the ball away and dashed off after it. "Gotta be quick!"

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OOC Notes: I thoroughly enjoy the dynamic between these two.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled at the horrible joke on the name, or the horrible pickup line, both, really. she'd heard a few before, though mostly from various French boys. Frank was at least a little picky about who she dated/slept with; she really did prefer to be at least friends first, since that meant that she knew whomever she was dragging into bed and that they were fun and not, like, some kind of serial killer or something. Frank did befriend pretty much everyone with a pulse though, so...

"Yeah, my name is super weird. My parents, like, decided on it before I was born and they weren't gonna let some silly thing like gender confuse it," Frank shrugged. People sometimes commented on the name; she was used to it by now.

Now she looked to the trees as Regan did, judging the distance yet again and sort of wondering how quick she could run over there. There was something about ball handling and then talk of his game, and then Regan was off. Frank wasted no time in barreling after him. She proved quite immediately that she was scary fast, at least in short bursts, and more or less caught up to Regan. She was then sort of flailing with her feet, aiming for the ball but not exactly doing a great job of actually hitting it.

"Aww, c'mon, lemme kick it!" she said, waving her arms as she hurried after Regan. It was pretty obvious who was going to get the first goal at this point. (Likely obvious who was going to get most of the goals, for that matter).

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan had to admit, this girl was wicked fast. True, he'd been dealing with the ball and not just taking off at a sprint, but even so, he had a head start and wasn't expecting her to catch up so quickly. The one thing he did have on his side, on the other hand, was his footwork. Any thoughts of letting her win to make her like him were quickly silenced by his competitive nature, and he was off and rolling. The ball bounced lightly around his feet, through his legs, always staying just out of reach of Frank's able but somewhat amateur attempts to win it.

He laughed as she told him to let her kick it, and knocked it clear across the field into the goal. He stood for a second, stretching, and rested his hands on his hips, shooting her a grin. "So, uh... what was that about me having to work on my soccer game, again? I must not have heard you right the first time."

He arched his back, leaving his hands behind his head, and scrunched his face up in thought for a second. "How about this," he said. "First to five goals, an-n-nd... the loser has to pay when we go out tonight."

Regan, you sly dog, you.

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OOC Notes: Heh.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Gooooooal!" yelled Frank, jumping up and down a few times. Clearly she did not care that it happened to be Regan's goal. The point was to improve his soccer skills, after all. Though Frank did have to nod when he offered his little taunt about his skills, adding a little laugh. "So you just suuuuuck at ball handling then?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at him and swaying a little from side to side.

He'd arched his back, looking really smug and confident, arguably too much. Frank just laughed at that, before tilting her head. "That's weird, I don't remember us saying we were going out. I mean, there was the talk about the whole sexing thing, but you don't usually have to go out for the sexing. That's more of an indoor---OOOH, BALLL!" and with that, Frank went charging after the ball, again proving that her manic energy could at least be somewhat directed in a direction.

She wasn't aiming very well though, but she'd probably still hit the ball before Regan did. She'd do some kicking too, proving that she at least understood the fundamentals behind the game, if nothing else.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan couldn't figure out whether the reference to them going out that evening flew right over her head or if he'd just been flat-out rejected. He scratched his scalp for a second as Frank ran off after the ball, wondering. She was either really dumb or really clever, or possibly some mix of the two. Either way, an intriguing little puzzle, if he could ever manage to put it together.

Giving her a second's head start, he took off after her, though speed was clearly on her side. She got to the ball and walloped it hard well before Regan was even close, but he was standing in the path it needed to take to get to the opposite 'goal', so he jogged backwards, ready to intercept.

"Whoa-- aaaigh!" Thwomp.

Regan wasn't quite sure what he'd managed to trip over, but whatever it was had sent him tumbling to the ground and onto a damp patch of grass and mud. He laid there on his back for a second, catching his breath - it wasn't a bad fall, he thought... he might have scraped his elbow a little, but nothing too serious. Cole would be okay. Then, as he stared up at the sky, he started to laugh. He wasn't entirely sure why.

"Well then," he said after a moment. "Now that I've proved how graceful and athletic I am, you'll have no choice to go downtown with me. Maybe not tonight, though, because it'll take me days to get this mud off me."

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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank was not reeeeeeeeally paying attention to Regan. She was sort of acknowledging his presence and more or less aware that there was someone else on the field. But she was sort of wrapped up in what she was doing now, which involved the kicking and sort of goal scoring. Frank did manage to get the ball more or less where it was supposed to go. It was when she turned to congratulate herself that she saw Regan.

Which made her giggle.

once she was done giggling for a bit, she jogged over to Regan, leaning over him to look down. "Man, that is just sad; tripping over me and all. I'm not, like, even all cute and junk," Frank wrinkled her nose, then nudged Regan a few times with her foot. "You kinda suck at the whole flirting thing, don't you? You should take lessons. I hear there's a few people here who are, like, total flirts, as in that might as well be their power or something. You need help?" she was already bending over and extending a hand to help him up. "Y'know, since there's that mud and stuff. Mud sucks; it's not tasty even when you put it into pies, no matter what the kindergartens say."

Frank waved her hand a few times, obviously trying to get Regan to grab it. She heard a thunk and looked over to see that the ball had definitely gotten away from them, now rolling somewhere on the other side of the field. If Regan didn't grab soon, Frank was likely to go chasing after it like some kind of hyperactive puppy.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan chuckled a bit at the crack at his flirting skills. "Are you kidding? Why would I want to flirt like other people? Then I wouldn't be me!" He flashed her a grin. "And besides, since half the stuff I say seems to go right over your head, you're as good a test subject as any for the stuff that'll actually stick."

He let Frank help him up. He was happy to find that he wasn't even slightly embarrassed, and was only sort of covered in mud. It actually wasn't all that bad - some of it on his legs and arms, a buncWh on his butt and back, but none up above the shoulders. All in all, a pretty good tumble. No damage either - nothing Cole would need to worry about besides the slightly scraped elbow.

He made a face as she talked about mud pies. "Okay, ew. I take it this comes from experience?" He brushed himself off and walked over to the ball. Resting a foot on it and rolling it back and forth, he shot her another grin. "So, Miss Smarty-Pants, where's the other net?"

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