[identity profile] likethestore.livejournal.com
It was a slightly less cheerful K-Mart that had hauled out the mats and gotten everything all set up and ready. This was one of the last practices she'd have with some of these people and while she wasn't friends with all of them, she'd miss each and every one that was graduating, damn it.

Which was... a whole lot of them, holy whoa.

But yes. She was all about the getting ready.

[Up now because I'm sleeping as late as I can before work tomorrow morning. OCD is coming here!]
awakestheghosts: (Cheerleader)
[personal profile] awakestheghosts
After classes, Chloe headed over to the Gym for cheerleading practice. Since no one was there yet, she decided that she might as well get things set up. After putting in some music, she dragged out the mats for the team and then set up tables with snacks and the sign in sheet.

After everything was set up to her liking, she started warming up so that she could work on some of her gymnastics moves. She was learning that it was probably a good idea to keep up on some of her skills while she was here.
wwiii: (Wings)
[personal profile] wwiii
There were monsters outside. And there was fog that made people crazy. And heaven only knew what else was out there.

Warren had been out in it once, and once was more than enough. He just didn't have the tights for this superhero stuff. What was he supposed to do? Flutter the monsters to death?

And that was why he'd set himself up in a common room with a bowl of popcorn and some kind of goopy Disney movie that he hadn't seen since he was about four. Because pink elephants on parade were pretty awesome at drowning out the screams of a giant freaking dinosaur.

Mmm, sweet denial.

[Open common room is so, so open.]
awakestheghosts: (Cheerleader)
[personal profile] awakestheghosts
Chloe was the first one to arrive for practice, so she was happy to start setting things up while she waited for the rest of the squad to get here. She was glad to be doing something normal after spending the weekend drawing weird pictures and looking for someone named Nick.

It was just weird.

She pulled out all of the mats and set them up, and then did a quick run for refreshments for the squad. Once everything was set up for practice, she turned on the music and hit one of the mats for stretching out.


[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders.

Well, at least Hannibal hoped so on that last one. It'd be sad if he was left by his lonesome during cheerleading practice. After all, he was a fan of pretty girls (and guys) and the squad had that in droves.

Hannibal was perched in the bleachers for the time being, drinking some water and sprawling. He'd get to work soon.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym early to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!



[[OOC: This was going to go up yesterday but some of us had power and connection issues due to the Snowpocalypse. Please wait for the OCD is a go!!]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
It was Wednesday after classes and that meant cheerleading!

Savannah had turned on music as she was pulling out the mats and setting up the table with refreshments and the sign-up sheet. She was very cheerful as she bounced around the gym.

[[OOC: Wait for the OCD is up!!!!]]
puppy_fair: (Crossed Arms)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"We did well this past weekend in warding off the gremlins." Even if Arthur'd been asleep for... well, less time than he was starting to blow it up into being, but he was frustrated. Anyway. "But we can do better. We have shared out our phone numbers - and if you haven't, yet, please leave it in the middle - but when an invasion catches us this early in the morning, we're still left scrambling. I want some of you to serve as points of contact for other students, I want all of you to see about getting a warning out or something like it if you are caught outside the dorms."

"Today's activity is going to be simple," Zack added, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Figure out these points of contact that we have to work on, talk about what it is we can do to make sure that people aren't getting caught out in this stuff without warning. And," he smiled a little, his expression wry, "suggest ways that we could have handled this last invasion better. They won't always party themselves to death."

[Open!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah wasn't feeling quite like herself, but she was still on time to set up things for practice. She pulled out the mats and set up the tables with refreshements and the sign in sheet.

The music wasn't loud, but it was upbeat.

Savannah would be over here on a mat stretching. Yes, stretching. It only looked like she was laying down with her arm over her eyes.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
There was even more food piled on the tables than usual today. Karla had taken the term 'comfort food' to new and interesting heights--specifically the tower of cupcakes from J,Gob. There was also a new beverage joining the ranks of coffee, tea, and juice: mulled cider, kept warm by little tongues of witchfire. There wasn't the traditional alcohol in there yet, but after the meeting broke up, if there was any left, odds were pretty good she'd be adding some.

"Hey everyone," she said, trying to sound friendly and enthusiastic and falling rather flat. "Good to see you. Uhhh..."

Having quickly run out of words, she looked to Tony or Merlin to take up the conversation.

Merlin stepped forward, smiling in hopes of distracting people with his ears bit of the speech.

...alright, and his ears.

"We'll be learning from you today, those who volunteered last week will be sharing a little bit about their abilities. Won't that be
fun?" He asked, sounding a bit like an overly excited pre-school teacher.

"Or at least useful, we hope," Tony said. "... okay, I feel like we should have an animated logo and jingle here. 'The More You Know!' But think about ways these guys' abilities could work with yours, or see if you can come up with an unusual way for them to use their powers."

Karla was confused by the reference, but wasn't particularly concerned. "In that case, I'd like to welcome Raven and Leda to come up and share. Also, you guys totally get first dibs on the cupcakes for being brave."
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
It was a tired, but cheerful, Savannah that got to the gym after class and set up things for practice. She pulled out mats and set up the tables -- happily filling one with refreshments. Cheer practice always put her in one of the best moods, so she was playing music as she made sure everything was in place.

She was kind of glad the squad hadn't done anything for Parents Weekend because that would have just been one more argument with Clayton.

Yay cheerleading!
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: Please Wait For OCD A Go!]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah had sent out e-mails to the squad and now she was sitting on one of the mats in the gym with a notebook and clipboard. There was music from the portable stereo playing and a table with snacks and drinks.

New students were going to be arriving soon, and that meant they would have to hold try-outs.

However, right now, she was interested in seeing if they wanted to do anything to celebrate the end of the summer.

This would also give her something to focus on instead of dealing with certain things. Repression was the name of the game when you didn't have better things to do.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is now ruling over this post.]]
glacial_queen: (I'm game)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla arrived to the meeting a little harried and late. She'd been running around trying to catch up on everything that she'd missed (had it really only been a week here?) and had nearly forgotten about the Reserves meeting. Fortunately, she'd overheard Francine telling Bond that Merlin was somewhere else, which reminded her about the meeting. However, that also meant that if there actually was going to be a meeting today--and there most certainly was, dammit--it was up to her to make sure it happened.

Completely off the cuff. Swell.

"Hi, everyone," she said, panting a bit from her mad dash to the Reserves. "Thanks for coming. Sorry about missing last week." She gave a vague wave. "Home stuff. You know how it is."

Well, no they probably didn't. Not her home stuff anyway. But that wasn't important here.

"First of all, I wanted to thank everyone who helped with the Support Reserves two weeks ago. You all did an amazing job and we all very much appreciated it. Extra thanks to whoever carried me to the Town Hall after I fell asleep in the library..." Karla trailed off, coming to the end of the (very little) she'd been able to prepare while running around.

A moment or two of thought--where she tried to look solemn and thankful, not like she was frantically trying to think of things to say--Karla decided to keep running with that theme. "I think that showed us just how important it is for all of our Reserves to work together in times of crisis. We may have different abilities than either the fighters or the...support..ers?" that didn't sound right "but that doesn't mean that there can't be an overlap. Or that we can't all be useful to one another."

"The first thing I'd like to suggest is that each of us drop by another Reserves meeting sometime. I'm not saying you should pick up a sword and start fighting or anything, but taking a few hours to see what the other groups are doing and getting to know them and their leaders won't hurt. It's always good to know and trust your comrades-in-arms." Man, that was a great idea! Not that it helped today. Damn.

"Uh, for today, however, I was thinking we could come up with some scenarios about how we can foresee ourselves helping the other two Reserves out sometime in the future. I don't just mean picking up a weapon or a book, but what are some ways that we can use our gifts to help them? Are there ways that we might get in their way, and, if so, what can we do to minimize those occurrences? What are things they need to know to best help us out?"

She gave them all her best unsure-but-game grin. "Let's start talking, shall we?"

[Please give me a minute for OCD-goodness OCD up. And you never saw any evidence of my direct copy-paste from my email. Shut up.]
puppy_fair: (Crossed Arms)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Good afternoon," Arthur called, once everyone had assembled. He hadn't been at his best all day - time seemed to be on the blink - but he wasn't about to let that put him off. "Today, our focus will be on the art of 'guerilla tactics'." If he pronounced the word a bit funny, it might have been because it was fairly, er, he'd read it in a book. "If we are overwhelmed by greater numbers, this could be an option. The goal is to whittle away the enemy through ambushes and traps. Mobility is the key word. Considering the woods and the closeness of the homes on this island, it shouldn't be too hard to launch a number of small guerilla--" Again with the weird pronounciation, "Attacks. We'll be planning for several of such strategies over the next few weeks. This week, traps and ambushes." He glanced at Zack.

Zack, who was grinning faintly at Arthur's treatment of the word, nodded in agreement regardless.

"What he said," he intoned. "We've got numbers who can stick to the treetops, and those of us who are just as comfortable in the streets of town. We know the island better than any invading forces might, and so it's up to use to take that knowledge and use it to our advantage. A trap can be as simple as a pitfall, covered so that nobody but us knows what it is, or it could be a matter of waiting with a weapon, out of sight, for the enemy to pass by. It's important to know which camp you're sitting in, here. Do you know your way around booby traps? Are you more inclined to spring into action on a moment's notice?"

"Using set traps will slow down our enemy," Arthur continued, fluidly, "While fluid attacks from our end will destroy morale and pick the enemy clean with time. Of course, tactics will vary depending on the environment, so we'll be mostly looking at the town today. Are there any spaces where we can dig trenches and cover them, set a tripwire, that sort of thing? Which alleys and hiding spaces does the town offer in case we need to employ such tactics? We've been spending a great deal of time getting to know our terrain. This is one way of putting this to work. How many of you know how to set a booby--" another one of those words, "Trap? Share what you know. Explosives might also be useful, if any of you remember Rikku's presentation from several months back."

"This sort of thing is where our archers and gunmen might find a chance to shine," Zack noted. "Firing from rooftops, or treetops, or hidden in bushes. I admit to not being a gunman myself, and so some of you might be able to set the record straight on the matter, but your job probably works more smoothly when you don't have a target rushing at you in the first place." He gave his arms a casual sort of stretch, and then set his hands on his hips, grinning. "So, guys! Today, you're going to figure out which camp you're in. Are you the ones setting the traps, or the ones sitting in wait and then springing them? Talk to one another, sort that much out, and then figure out what in town you can use to your advantage, guys."

[OCD on the way up, and meeting open to all! Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] bitch_prince.]
[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com
It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Merlin may not have been as bouncy as the last person to lead a reserve this week, but he was at least energetic. In a far more British way.

There were varieties of tea. New doors opened to him there.

"Hello everyone. Today we'll be working on finding at least a partner to work so any sort of weaknesses you have may be covered by them and also the other way around. I know we don't all know each other and out abilities yet, so this will just be a bit of a practice round. If you find someone you work well with, good. If not, you can always keep trying."

He smiled brightly, nodding at them all. "Just pick a partner now and discuss our try to show what you can do. Er--within reason of course. I don't think we'd be allowed back here if someone burned down the preserve."
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was cheerful as she started a campfire in front of her cabin. It had been a good day. She had enjoyed her SAT prep class -- best idea for a class, in her opinion. After class, she had drawn up her courage and auditioned for the new play. She thought she had done pretty well and now was kicking back in front of the cabin and people watching.

She had pulled out some sodas and anyone was welcome to grab one.


[[OOC: Open campfire is open]]

[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah had mats pulled out and tables set up with refreshments. When everyone was there she leaned against one of the tables.

"Okay, so this is the last official weekly practice for a few weeks. I figure we could use the break since there are a lot of activities and changes that are coming up with graduation and new students and all of that. I do think we should have a couple of events happen this summer for the students and to make sure that we keep a good profile in the minds of the residents. But those meetings can be called at a later time. For now, let's chill out and have fun on our last official practice today."

She may have sounded a lot more cheerful than she actually felt.
[personal profile] bitchprince
They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd coming up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was a very practical person. She knew how much fun the Gremlins were enjoying biting people and she hoped that enough people in one place would discourage the evil little things.

She had mats set up and refreshments for practice.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Much like the previous day, Saturday found Arthur venturing back down to the barricade. It was early, the sunlight was yet shallow and leaning towards overcast, and only the first warbles of birds became evident as he slogged at the thing.

At least it had remained intact overnight. He was in full armor yet again, with shamelessly modded Merlin at his side. He'd stayed quiet opposite the boy most of the time, barring talk of strategy. The magic was something that'd have to be discussed again if they managed to survive this whole mess.

He climbed up so he could take a quick survey of the town. Watching the still forms lumber about, he felt a chill settling in his bones. There was only one word he could use to describe it.

"Bugger," he muttered, succinctly, and ran a hand through his hair. Sometimes, he had a knack for brevity.

[[ open post, second verse same as the first ]]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
Last night, Joan had the scary dream about koala bears in hats. She decided that tonight, she was gonna stay up ALL night and watch TV in the big room with the big fridge that had lots of ice cream.

She dragged her blanket, pillow and stuffed kitten to the common room and turned on the TV. She would love to have some company.



[Open! I thought a weetiny sleepover leading to big people waking up could be fun. Plus I haven't gotten to play much :D]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah... had gotten lost, but she was would tell you that she knew exactly where she was.

Maybe.

However, she couldn't find anyone else that she knew.

Which would be why a four year old witch was wandering the halls of the dorms. She was looking on each floor for people because she couldn't remember where certain people lived.

"Johnny!" "Summer!" "K-Mart!" "Mommy!" "Sean!"

She was calling out every name she could think of as she walked up and down the halls and up and down the stairs.


[[OPEN]]

Cheerleading [3/11]

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009 07:49 am
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
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.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was a little more somber than usual as she got to the Gym and set up for practice. She pulled out the mats and made sure they were perfectly aligned. After doing that, she set up a table for the refreshments and then a table with the sign in sheet and the music.

The gym was alive with the sounds of techno as Savannah started stretching out.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was cheerfully bouncing around as she set everything up for practice.

The mats were pulled out and there was a table of healthy snacks and caffeine -- along with bottled water.

Once everything was set up to her liking, she started stretching out.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah wasn't expecting anyone to do much in the way of practice today since it was the last week of school before winter break.

But, it was Wednesday and that meant she was in the gym setting up things for practice.

She pulled out the mats and then set up the tables with refreshments and music.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Surprisingly enough, Savannah got to the gym early and pulled out everything that they needed for practice. She carefully laid out the mats and set up the refrshments on the table. She wrote up the sign up sheet and then started the portable radio with some upbeat music.

After everything was in the correct place, she flopped down on one of the mats.

No really, she was stretching. See, her foot is flexing.
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
Joan showed up at the gym early so she could set up for practice.

She was grateful that Marco had agreed to keep the baby so she didn't have to worry about that while she was dragging out the mats and finding music.

There was also a cooler full of chilled water bottles so the cheerleaders could stay well hydrated during practice.
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's a'coming got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]
[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com
Ella was nervous as she arrived at the gym and started rolling out the mats and setting things out for practice. It was her first time setting up, and she wanted everything to be just so, especially with plans for an exhibition that weekend.

She added a plate of orange slices to the snack table, then started stretching out as she waited for the rest of the squad.
gobrookeyourself: (morning after)
[personal profile] gobrookeyourself
Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out and moddable for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.


[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]
gobrookeyourself: (clothes over bro's)
[personal profile] gobrookeyourself
Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of moddable snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.


[Open to everyone, though wait for the OCD or I will find you. and OCD is up! Go play!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was cheerful as she pulled out mats and set up the tables for practice.

There were new squad members and plans to make and everything!

She set up a table of refreshments and the sign in sheet -- and then went to set up another table, as well.

What was she doing with it?

Practicing her backflips from the top of it onto the mats.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up! Have at it.]]
sith_happened: (Got you babe)
[personal profile] sith_happened
A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Even though she was still a little tired and a little sore from the weekend, Savannah made her way to the gym and dragged out the mats for cheerleading practice.

She wasn't sure how her fellow squad members had faired through the weekend, but if nothing else, they could discuss holding tryouts and do some light stretching.
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal wouldn't miss the cabins much. Sure, they were fine for that rustic, I'm a Boy Scout kinda vibe but he liked the privacy of the dorms and he loved this deck. That's why, as soon as he was moved, he was back out on the deck, sprawled in a chair and enjoying the warm but not hot weather.

He kind of missed all the foreign locales they'd been to but this place wasn't bad. It was different, if anything. Good way not to get restless and it wasn't landlocked, either.

Hannibal quietly wished for a few things that would make this day even better and then hoped his wishes would come true.

[Ooooopen!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah wasn't feeling well, but there was no way she wasn't going to set up for practice.

She set up the tables of music and refreshments, and pulled all of the mats out for people.

After she put the sign-in sheet on the table, she found herself a mat to stretch out on.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah arrived at the gym after classes and started pulling out mats for practice. Once everything on the floor was set up just so, she turned her attention to putting up the tables. One table had the radio and sign in sheet, the other had the usual mixtures of fruits and drinks for refreshments

She had a clipboard of things she wanted to bring up to the squad. The fashion show in the Spring had been so successful that she thought they should start brainstorming for another Cheerleader sponsored event.


[[OOC: Now in the right place. *facepalm*]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah headed to the gym after workshops were over to set up for cheerleading practice. She was definitely in a better mood than she was last time and was bouncing around as she made sure things were in place.

She dragged out the practice mats and set up the tables for snacks and the sign in sheet. Once everything was in its place, she turned on the music and began warming up as she waited for the rest of the squad.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
After Sean had found out what she had been up to last night, he had told Savannah to take the day off and get some rest.

However, as soon as she had heard him leave for the store, she had packed up her laptop and headed to the dorms. She went up on the roof and picked out a comfortable spot and fired up her laptop.

She was now looking at motorcycles and comparing prices.



[[OOC: Open]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
After classes, Savannah headed to the gym to set up for cheerleading practice. She was still wearing the outfit from her Karaoke concert, but had taken off the boots while she was at practice and exchanged them for black ballet flats.

She set up the mats and then went and got refreshments for the squad. After that, she started doing some warm-ups while she waited for the squad to arrive.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
After class -- and boy was she relieved that Mr. Rogers was there and all right -- Savannah hadn't wanted to go back to her room yet. She also hadn't been in the mood to go to the beach, either. So, after trying to figure out where to go, she had decided on the roof. Finding somewhere she could sit out of the way and watch the sky, she tried to get comfortable.

She was sore, achey and upset. Not a fun combination.

She had also been kind of dumb. What had she been thinking -- trying to fight Hades like that?! Had she been oh so slightly suicidal? She was lucky that he hadn't done more damage than he had.

"Note to self, when Hell Gods attack... go around them."

Which brought her to the other part of her mood.

Johnny.

Yesterday's fight... and then the one that was even worse when she came home last night...

Things were not good and she didn't know how to fix them -- or even if they could be fixed.


[[OOC: Open like an open thing.]]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah had gotten to the gym early to set up the gym for practice. She pulled out the mats and set up refreshments.

After everything was like it was supposed to be, she started stetching out.
[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com
Well, shoot. Jack was all set to start up the fire and cook some breakfast, but that won't be happening with the rain.

So he's just poking at the firesite with a stick, watching the rain puddle off his raincoat. "This just stinks."

[open like a notcampfire!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was in the gym setting up things for practice. She didn't know how many of the squad would be showing up what with the island having decided to visit Greece, but it would feel odd not to have a practice on the usual day.

Besides, with new students arriving and friend leaving, there were things that the squad needed to discuss if people showed.

She pulled out the mats and got refreshments set up as well. She flipped on the music and started warming up.
[identity profile] im-afrog.livejournal.com
Adam couldn't believe how time had flown. It felt to him like he'd just gotten here and now that finals were over, he was technically a senior. Yeah, that was quite a revelation.

Knowing he had time to get in a workout, Adam made his way down to the gym, and set to work on the punching bag. Maybe once he'd finished with the bag, he'd get in some practice with the bo staffs.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]

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