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Cheerleading [3/11]

Joan was more than a little freaked out by the scary things attacking from the sky when she got to the gym and started setting up for cheer practice.

Days like these she kind of wished she had some supernatural ability. Of course, she had faith that God wouldn't let anything happen to her. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to harass her.

At any rate, there was cheesy 80s pop music blaring through the speakers and mats out so no one would get hurt.

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All that stuff that cheerleaders do best!

One of those goddamn things had apparently taken issue with the way he was walking and had chucked a rock at his head during his walk over from town. Now, he had a bruise behind his stupid ear and a headache.

So, he was holding said spot and sitting on the mats, making half hearted attempts to stretch.

Joan glanced over and frowned. "You okay?"

"I got hit with a rock," he groused. "One of those flying bitc--things in the sky."

"You need some ice or something?" Joan offered, wincing a little.

"I need a freaking bat to hit them back with," he said, shaking his head. "No, thanks though. I'll get water all over the mats and that'd just cause more accidents."

He'd just have some payback later. He had a bat somewhere.

"You avoided those things?"

"So far, so good," Joan said. "Do you have any idea what they are?"

"Bitchy winged things?" he guessed, shrugging. "Not a clue, really. They're a first for me."

"At least they aren't the school mascot or anything," she said.

"I...didn't even think of that," he said and laughed. "Too busy dodging the random rocks and cursing."

She chuckled. "I've heard that gremlins are nasty, but I think these are way nastier."

"I've managed to avoid the gremlins but they seem to enjoy humiliation. These things seem to enjoy being aggressive," Hannibal said. "And throwing rocks. Freaking rocks. Of all things."

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Seeing those creepy flying things out of the dorm windows had been quite enough encounter for Angela. There was no way she was leaving to go into town until they were well and truly gone.

She had no excuse not to make it here, though, and was stretched out on the mats... stretching.

Savannah was stretching, really.

It only looked like she was laying on her back on the mat with an arm over her eyes.

Sam was still sore from yesterday, and had done everything in his power to avoid the crazy flying things outside. For now, he was focusing on stretching in ways that helped him feel better.

Savannah saw Sam and made her way over to him. "Hey."

"Hey," Sam said, stopping what he was doing. "How are you?"

"I'm sore, but okay," she smiled. "How are you?"

"Sore, but okay," Sam said with a bit of a smile. "Luckily, it's not every day I get my ass kicked by a girl."

Priestly had slept in, and as such had no idea anything weird was going on.

He was just over here stretching out and warming up.

There were big things that needed beating up to protect people from them outside, so Chad was a little antsy about just staying in and cheerleading.

He was stretching, though, at least, dedicated. It was important.

Kaylee hadn't ventured outside yet, but she had her very biggest wrench with her at cheer practice, anyway. She'd seen those scary things through her window. She didn't wanna try to have one of them like, eat her ear or something.

Peyton was, well, stretching.

Robin had heard the stories and had no intention of going outside today any more than he could help it. He was more worried about the harsh language than having things thrown at him really.

Brooke had been nice and freaked out by the flying things, and was currently wondering whether she even had to leave the gym. She was stretching, but mostly she was pondering whether there were any openings in the ceiling that would let anything in.

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