Just a bit o' sport!

[Coco]

Seventy three degrees, rays of sun dancing through tree boughs, a trace of wind tickling the grass, and a blue sky with feathered brushes of white overhead. It was a beautiful day to embrace a bit of nature and an even better one to frolic in the park. Or at least that was what Coco thought as she scampered along one of the park trails in McKinley towards the grass fields, a large sports bag over her shoulder. As soon as her trainers hit the grass she plopped the bag down, zipped it open and pulled out a soccer ball. She had a few plastic cones in case she could get a pick-up game going, and a basketball in case the pickings were too slim on the field. Either way she figured she'd be able to find a bit o' sport somewhere in the park.

In the meantime she started dribbling the soccer ball around, occasionally trying to juggle it. It had been years since she'd last played. Fencing had eclipsed most of her time after high school, but that was part of the fun now, reviving an activity she'd missed for quite a while. After five minutes, she'd lost the ball for the third time and went jogging after it, badly singing the lyrics to Pharrell William's song, Happy.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan had no objective. Well, not right now. She'd just picked a destination on a map at random to see how long it took her to get there. It hadn't taken long at all and few people had yelled at her too. And the joint had turned out to be a hair salon, so she used it.

They'd not appreciated her stinking up the place with all her sweat but took her money anyway. Well, they also loved repeatedly re-styling her hair, which was now up in a tight bun, the seventh re-styling. Why do stylists love playing with her hair so much?

It also didn't go so well with her chosen attire. Camo-tank, knee length jean shorts, blue sneakers, batting gloves, and her every present, roughed up jacket. Which had some fresh scuffs on the left sleeve from landing on some glass trash. The jacket was a great purchase.

She'd bopped by the Rose Garden to say hi afterwards. Now, she was walking back home, using McKinley Park as a shortcut. Part of her wanted to run, jump, and shout. That part conflicted with a voice saying not to ruin the pretty-pretty hair. Hence walking down the park's path.

The raccoon blinked in surprise at spotting a familiar wolf. Pony-tail? Maybe she call it wolf-tail? Looks cute-good on her. Tell her good not cute. Cute probably lead to punch-to-my-face. She raised an arm to greet and then froze in place as the ball came out of no where. While the happy expression stayed on her face with her mouth open, her head tilted in confusion. Just like a raccoon's would. And her arm was still raised in greeting.

"Where'd that come from?" she couldn't help but just say it out loud.

[Sirith]

Working as a bike courier was great. Sometimes Huntress felt she could almost fly; even if she didn't have a lot of strength or stamina and couldn't really push her body to the limits all the time, it was easy enough for her to find the shortest way and dancing between pedestrians and cars was a child's play. Yet, it didn't feel as good as running.

So every now and then Ahawi put on her running shorts, sports top, headband and running shoes and went jogging. It was nothing like real running - sometimes, for some reason, she felt like chasing someone, like tracking a prey, like running with the last of her and her prey's breath, and it was really an odd feeling that she didn't know where it came from - but it was similar enough. She wasn't restrained by any kind of vehicle, her legs were stomping on the streets' and alleys' surface ("Don't _stomp on the flowers! NO SOUND!" ^*SNAP!*), getting the texture and the paths memorised, the muscles worked and the world flew away from her eyes.

Maybe it's time to learn something new. Try learning things like proper archery technique. Or this fun thing, parkour. It looked really great and it let people fly, even if for a second...

Then she noticed Coco running after a ball. It was hard not to notice her. "Coco! COCO!" She shouted out and run to the orange-haired Spring courtier. "Need help?"

[Coco]

The ball rolled to a stop and not long after the sound of slightly off key singing came after it. "Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof! Because I'm happy-clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth!" Coco broke off from her song when she saw Malory, and then the sound of her name brought her jog to a stop and her head snapping around.

"Ahawi!" She called, waving an enthusiastic greeting. She walked the rest of the way to the ball, rolled it on top of her foot and then brought it to her hands before turning back to Malory and the other changelings. "Miss Grey! Friends! It's wonderful to see you! Anyone fancy a quick pick-up game? I need help teaching this ball a thing or two. Any number of extra legs would be welcome."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan started, hopping in place, at Jack's vocal and jovial arrival. A quick glance towards the bunny made the raccoon sigh with relief. Even if the shadows were doing weird stuff. She raised her arm, again, to wave hello to another fellow Beast, "Heh-hi Jack! Sup?! Oh, and uh-heh," turning back to Malory, "heh-heh hi Malory." And thus she completed the wave-hello that had been interupted by a random ball.

Though, where was the smell of flowers, grass, and that singing coming from? She looked around in confusion. And she noticed the two Fairest, Oh, that's where...huh, did I wonder...wait, game-what? She tilted her head to the side, not expecteding Coco's words at all. The Fairest had succeeded at confusing a raccoon, "Um...g-game?" It didn't last long as she righted her head, gave it a shake, and smiled, "Oh-oh-ooooh! Soccer-ball-game thing, heh. Understands."

She just shrugs, "If teams-sizes-match good-sure-why-not?"

[Coco]

"Really? Never kicked a ball around before?" Coco asked, surprised by Mal's statement. "Well, I have a basketball with me, do you know that game any better?" The red-head turned to Huntress, her tone good-naturedly teasing. "How about you Ahawi? Are you a formidable player in either game? A master of the hoop or a demon on the grass?"

[Sirith]

"Simple street basketball sounds awesome. It's easy and nd it would be more practical with the numbers we have, if your friend wishes to join us, miss Grey?" Huntress smiles enthusiastically, with her smile reaching even her eyes - a really rare occasion. If there was something that the Dancer loved, it was all the fast sports.

"I'd even dare to heighten the stakes a bit. Each person of the winning team could tell the losers to do one thing. And I already know what of whom I'd ask..." The smile starts to be really wide.

"Miss Grey, if I win against you, you'll have to smile to me. Warm, honestly and brightly, like a sun on the prime time of Spring. If you win against me, you can ask me whatever you want me to do. Will you take up a challenge?"