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Post by brooklyngrace on Aug 26, 2011 20:09:50 GMT
There was just something about the feeling Brooklyn got stepping into the stands of a football game. Last time she was at a football game was last fall, screaming in the stands at an Ole Miss game with her dad and her four brothers. Goodness, how she missed it, spending time with them. Oh well, there was no use in bawling about it. She should just be happy she had a job now. Taking a deep sigh as she looked over the rows of fans stacked one on top of eachother, shouting various names of their favorite players, their family, their friends. It just gave her hope that maybe these people out west weren't so bad. At least she had football to look forward to every weekend? Beer in hand, she began walking up the steps in her school-spirited outfit(cant beat em join em, right?), only to take a seat in the third row from the bottom. You can't get too far up. The farther you go up, the less people care about the game and more about the attractive guy or girl making eyes at them a few seats down. Yeah, Brooke had gotten used to who actually came to the game, and who came to impress the opposite sex. The game had just begun, so the score was still none to none. Sighing again as she got settled, she took another drink of her beer and began sketching the crowd. She was a new professor, and she didn't exactly want to be rude and not get to know her fellow educators. Ah, what the hell, if they want to talk to her, they can. She wasn't there for them. She was there to see how good this team was. Notes: So, yeah, I was thinking maybe they didn't set up a date, and they could just be like "oh you're here too? sit sit sit." hehe. Outfit: here |
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Post by daltonblake on Aug 28, 2011 20:02:21 GMT
 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inhaling deeply, Dalton shoved his hands into his pockets and waited in the line for the tickets, the game didn't start just yet but he was running more late than usual when he was going to a football game. The team wasn't so bad, and they had a pretty good quarterback who could run the ball and had a good arm, not to mention the defense was pretty damn good, so they were worth waiting in line for and paying the high price in tickets to get in. Dalton watched through the gates of the stadium of little kids asking to get a hot-dog or hamburger until he heard a few kids behind him in line trying to figure out how they could pay for each person. Waiting a little bit longer to hear how much more they needed he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet just before turning around with a smile and handing them the money. They seemed to be in their fifteens and sixteens but still kids to him. I heard ya'll talking about how you were short in money, I had a few to spare so.. Shaking his head he waved his hand at their thank yous Really, it ain't a problem.
A good ten to fifteen minutes had went by and he was finally at the booth, paying his way in and making his way threw the smothering crowd. He had to repeat alot of "I'm sorry"'s and excuse me's ,but alot of people who ran into him didn't even bother to have some manners and say something back. Dalton caught himself rolling his eyes or cursing under his breath about these city people not knowing discipline or manners, but who could stop them? Jogging and sometimes slowing himself down to make his way up the stands he finally met the mid part of the stands just as the game was about to start. Sitting down, he glanced around and found alot of people in the team colors, then he glanced down at his own clothes Oh well.. He thought just before he glanced around again then looked a little closer at the attractive blonde sitting beside him. He'd seen her before somewhere. Brooke That was that education teacher he was talking to on that chat thingy. Putting on a smile he leaned a bit closer to catch her attention. Hey, Brooke, looks like we met at the game after all.Wearing: This Tag: Brooke |
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Post by brooklyngrace on Aug 29, 2011 20:37:47 GMT
Brooke still had her doubts about coming to this game. Normally, she would have done all her research on the team. It's stats, its players, the coaches, etc. However, she'd been pretty busy, and instead of finding out elsewhere, she thought she'd just come see for herself. Looking down at the field, she eyed the players carefully, silently judging which ones would be her new favorites. You know, everyone has a favorite player. She was so busy looking over the field, she hadn't even realized someone new had taken a seat beside her.
Until he leaned over and said hello, of course. Jumping a little before beginning to say a not-so-nice word, along the words of "Shit, fella. Getting a little close there, aren't ya?" But, it only came out as a long "Shhhh-oh well isn't this a suprise!" she said, eyeing his outfit over. Aw, it'd been a pretty long while since she'd seen someone with cowboy boots on. Ooh, and they were dirty. THere was nothing she hated more than some guy walking around in boots that hadn't any use to them, just a show-off pair. "Yeah, I guess we sure did!" She said, looking down at her beer before taking another swig. "So, tell me. THey any good?" she said, pointing the bottle out towards the field. "I sure as hell hope they are. I'm abandoning my rebels for 'em." she said with a laugh.
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Post by daltonblake on Sept 2, 2011 5:37:22 GMT
The expression of Brooke made Dalton lean back really quickly. He honestly thought he wasn't so close, but many people weren't the same as him. Defiantly not here, but she seemed like "one of his people". Clearing his throat he looked to the field trying to ignore the fact that he looked like a complete creeper to her probably, but soon placed back on that full white smile when she asked if the team was any good. For a minute, he looked over the players trying to come up with the right words just before he looked back to her and shrugged.
I don't think they'd mount up to ya rebels, since you're so in love with 'em, but I think they're pretty damn good. Dalton laughed and shrugged before leaning over but not close enough so she'd get that same expression, but he pointed down to the quarter back. You see that there boy? Number uh, fourteen? He's the quarter-back, and I say he holds up most of the team. He's probably the best damn quarter-back I've seen, I mean he makes some of them crazy plays that seems impossible. Run the ball and has that good arm. The rest of the teams good too.
Dalton sat back in his usual position, took his hat off and ran his hand over his hair before fitting it right back on. The game was just now starting, and he was pretty excited, he really hoped he wouldn't scare Brooke off with his crazy-ness when it came to football, but if she was a true southern girl, she'd probably be just as crazy as him.
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Post by brooklyngrace on Sept 4, 2011 23:13:15 GMT
Poor guy. He must have not known that she had been here only a couple of weeks, and it seemed everywhere she went, some drunk-off-his-ass sleaze-bag was trying to pick her up with sub-par pick up lines and annoying compliments such as the ever-so-common "Well isn't your accent just adorable." She was a grown woman. She was not "adorable". But anyways, that reason alone had almost made her cautious of men altogether. Her expression was nothing personal to him, she had just sort of gotten used to making guys back off of her.
Listening intently to Dalton as he explained his opinion on the team, she let her eyes wander from his own eyes to the quarterback. Nodding contentedly at him, she almost had an instinct that he would be a good quarterback. You could always tell by the way each player carried themselves what position they played and Brooke knew the moment his number was called that he was QB. Leaning back against the seat, she let her elbows rest on the back, squinting up at the sun before turning to look back at Dalton for a moment with a second nod. "Well, then g-" She was cut off though by the sound of her phone blaring "Here for a good time" "Hold on one sec..." she said, raising the phone to her ear and her other hand plugging her other ear to hear better. "Uh huh...Dang. Terrible game huh?...Damn Nutt. First game of the season too...Yeah...Oh well, We'll get 'em next game. I know...Awright tell the boys I said hey and I'll call you tonight after I watch the game for myself to see what made them suck so bad. Haha, okay, bye Daddy." she finished, shoving her phone into her pocket before turning back to Dalton.
"Well, let's hope you ain't lyin' to me cause it seems my rebs are doing bad this year. 14-13. Close game, but still." she rambled, taking another sip of beer. The teams were lining up on the twenty yard line now, and suddenly Brooke was leaning towards the field, eager to see what they could do. Looking back over to him, she smiled at Dalton and asked "Hey, you wanna beer? I can go get you one if you want." she said. It was a bit odd for a girl to ask a boy if they wanted them to get them something, but then again, Brooke wasn't your normal southern "belle"
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