The Roof; Tuesday Afternoon.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The foam bats from Driver's Ed today had given Chad an idea. Somehow (he wasn't exactly even sure how) he'd found a couple of baseball bats and some baseballs and went up to the roof to hit them off somewhere into the preserve in the distance and hoped all the little critters in the woods had helmets today.

What? They could have helmets. Plus, that would be really freakin' cute.

He set out a good rhythm. Toss ball, swing bat, hit it good, and watch it soar. And think that Fandom should have a baseball team. He'd look damn good in a uniform...


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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi climbs up over the side of the building onto the roof.

"Oh! Hi Chad! what's up?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Baseballs," Chad answered, successfully managing to send another one off into the distance. He lowered the bat and turned toward Pippi. "Wanna hit a few? Bet you could get it 'em all the way to the coast."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, yeah that sound like fun!" she said looking around for a bat. "You pitch to me ya?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded, and offered his bat to Pippi. "Yeah, sure, I can try to pitch a few."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi took the bat and gave it a few swings.

"Alrighty."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad carefully sent over an light, underhanded pitch and got ready to duck the hell out of the way once it got even close to Pippi.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

*CRACK*

The ball sailed over the trees and headed out to sea.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

A few seconds after the crack, Chad stood up to watch the arch of the ball, hand to his eyes to shield against the sun.

"...Nice."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Fore!"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad grunted, an amused laugh. "Wrong sport, Pippi."

But she could keep doing it if she wanted. It was way too cute.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh ya huh?" she grinned. "Shall I pitch for you?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Chad nodded and took up another bat, getting ready for the pitch.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi tossed the ball up a few times to get the feel of it before lobbing it at Chad.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

After her encounters in town with some...strange men. Boys. Men-like-boys. Annette wandered up to the roof to just breathe. And look, there was Chad, socking balls and watching them soar.

"Hiya, Chad!"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Annette." Chad grinned a little as he whapped another baseball a wayyyy off into the distance. "What's up?" He turned to her slightly as he reached down for another.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Not much, just hanging out." She grinned back and couldn't help but notice his biceps when he whacked that ball. "Can I hit one?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"'Course," Chad nodded at her and then toward the other bats he'd brought up with him. "We'll hit 'em at the same time, see who's gets further." He paused; if Annette looked closely, she would see the start of a grin. "Bet you'll win."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She grabbed a bat and looked over at him, catching that grin, but just barely. "I bet I will too." She snickered. Yeah, well hell freezes over.

Taking up a ball in her left hand she stood level with Chad, but keeping enough space between them so she wouldn't accidentally hit him.

"On the count of three?" She raised a brow, grinning.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded, and started the count. "Uno, dos..." He paused, glancing over to make sure Annette was ready as he tossed the ball up, got ready to swing. "Three." Smack!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Tres!" She said, tossing her ball into the air and giving it a good smack.

Only, her ball went ski-high. Straight up to the freaking heavens. Okay, not that high, but it was high and she squinted to see it to try and catch it when it came back down.

Problem was? She glanced over at Chad to see where his ball went, when she looked back up, her ball smacked her on the bridge of her nose and popped off, rolling and bouncing away. Annette flailed, dropped the bat, and fell to her knees.

"Blood! Oh my god!"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad's eyes were about as wide as they good. "Dios, Annette!" He hurried over, kneeling beside. "You...you okay?"

Oh, crap, she was bleeding! He looked around for something to help stop the blood, but there wasn't anything, really. So he quickly took off his shirt and offered it to her, glad it was clean, despite that it was about to be covered in blood.

It was Chad logic. It made sense to him, anyway. "Here."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She was blinking cause her eyes were watering, not because she was starting to cry, totally not because she was starting to cry. Tilting her head back, she felt the blood run down her throat and her hands moved from her nose to take his shirt and she pressed it against her nose to staunch the floor.

"I...I've never had a bloody nose before." She said it, but her words were muffled. And...ow, but it was throbbing and hurting and...

"Is it like, broken?" It wasn't but it sure felt like it. She pulled back the shirt so he could look but omg blood! All over his shirt! Annette fell back to the floor of the roof and just stared up at the sky. "I'm bleeding to death."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Here, no, don't lie down," Chad carefully tried to guide Annette up, a hand drifting over the wadded up shirt as if to help her hold it. He tried not to grin at the bleeding to death comment. "Yer fine. Shouldn't be broken. Takes a lot to do that. Here." Now he did take the shirt, holding it in place so that she could use her hand for what he was about to suggest. "Put pressure on the bridge of your nose, between your thumb an' finger..."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Sitting up was hard. She felt like dead weight. Her head was spinning and it took him guiding her to help her. She tried to hold the shirt to her nose but it hurt like hell. He had to do this for her and her eyes were trailing tears. Looking at him as best she could, she reached up to do as he suggested but winced. "It hurts Chad. I...can't touch it."

Ew. Blood was seeping between her lips, she tasted it, and her nose still kept bleeding. "This is the worst nose bleed in the history of nose bleeds."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Come on," Chad gently moved her hand toward the spot on the nose he'd indicated, trying not to get annoyed. It was just a bloody nose... "Ya gotta put pressure on it if you want it to stop, even if it hurts, okay? You want me to take you to the clinic an' get it looked at? 'Cause we can do that, but I think it'll be okay if we just get it to stop..."