Warren Worthington III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fandomhighdorms2012-03-12 06:36 am
wwiii) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-03-12 06:36 am
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Kappa Kappa Gremlin, The Dorm Grounds, Monday After Classes
When the frat gathered today, they'd probably notice, before anything else, that the pizza boxes were piled slightly higher than usual on table that Warren had set up outside, there was coffee sitting right along with the soft drinks, and that Warren was looking a little more antsy than he generally did, pacing around until it was time for the meeting to get started.
A little bit of the tiny him in tights over the weekend might have rubbed off, some. The bit that really just wanted to be doing something.
"I don't know if any of you haven't ever heard of baseball," he ventured, turning on his heel and heading back the other way. "Or played catch or anything like that. But after the weekend," which he wasn't sharing details about, so help him, "I figured maybe some of us would like to blow off a little steam. And, I mean, we could go back inside to play video games. It isn't like we don't have plenty of those. But it's kind of starting to look like spring out here, and... Yeah, I'll admit I always kind of wanted to try to hit a ball with a stick and see how far it goes."
That would be the rich winged kid admitting that he'd never played baseball before, yes.
"So there are a few baseballs, some bats, and enough gloves for everyone," he continued. "You guys can do whatever you want with them. Throw the ball back and forth, pitch and try to hit. I don't think we have enough guys for an actual game, but you're all welcome to try to make something up as you go."
Just so long as nobody got clocked upside the head with a bat or ball, Warren figured that this was a totally okay sort of activity for the fraternity to do in the wake of another weird weekend, yes.
A little bit of the tiny him in tights over the weekend might have rubbed off, some. The bit that really just wanted to be doing something.
"I don't know if any of you haven't ever heard of baseball," he ventured, turning on his heel and heading back the other way. "Or played catch or anything like that. But after the weekend," which he wasn't sharing details about, so help him, "I figured maybe some of us would like to blow off a little steam. And, I mean, we could go back inside to play video games. It isn't like we don't have plenty of those. But it's kind of starting to look like spring out here, and... Yeah, I'll admit I always kind of wanted to try to hit a ball with a stick and see how far it goes."
That would be the rich winged kid admitting that he'd never played baseball before, yes.
"So there are a few baseballs, some bats, and enough gloves for everyone," he continued. "You guys can do whatever you want with them. Throw the ball back and forth, pitch and try to hit. I don't think we have enough guys for an actual game, but you're all welcome to try to make something up as you go."
Just so long as nobody got clocked upside the head with a bat or ball, Warren figured that this was a totally okay sort of activity for the fraternity to do in the wake of another weird weekend, yes.
Arrive/Mingle!
One of those.
Re: Arrive/Mingle!
Re: Arrive/Mingle!
Considering he helped himself to five slices right from the start? Probably more.
Re: Arrive/Mingle!
Play Ball!
Re: Play Ball!
Right now he had a bat and a couple of balls by his feet and was tossing them up and trying to hit them.
Talk to Warren!
And he looks a little too excited at the prospect of playing catch, so help him.
Talk to the Advisor!
Re: Talk to the Advisor!
OOC!