[Scene] Ron and Daryan in "The Ronningback"
((Took place August 16th. Backdated like hell :V))
Daryan: *It's Saturday morning, practice time for the Monteray Sharks. However, Daryan is not suited up or even on the field. He's in the parking lot, his arms crossed and looking like he is searching for someone or something.*
Ron: *a Honda Civic pulls up just then, parking itself into one of the spaces... then pulls out to re-straighten, pulls in... pulls out hesitatingly again and pulling in very slowly and carefully this time... before the driver looks out the window for confirmation, decides he is satisfied with the job, and finally stops the engine. Ron puts an automotive lock across the steering wheel before stepping out, eyes shifting around with some uncertainty*
Daryan: *Daryan spots the Civic parking in a near-obsessive manner and the driver being the very person he was looking for: his future runningback. However, Daryan doesn't decide to walk up and greet Ron, deciding to save his energy for the exercise ahead for both of them.*
Ron: *shuts the door, spotting Daryan and his hair (the hair was first) when he does. He pockets away his keys; he looks extremely nervous when he walks up to the younger man* G... Good morning!
Daryan: *Daryan frowns and gets up from the wall he was leaning on, thinking that he's got alot of work ahead of him.* You're late. Don't be again or else. Now let's go inside.
Ron: Sorry. You see, there's this intersection on the way here that's really hard to make a left turn on... It's quite a busy street. *follows Daryan as they walk together* I don't want to barge in and cause an accident!
Daryan: *Having no interest in Ron's excuse whatsoever, Daryan just puts his index fingers in his ears and starts humming the guitar bit of "Frankenstein" loudly to drown out Ron's talking as they make their way down to the field*
Ron: *eyes him quizzically* Um... *looks around the field, deciding to stay silent until they get to the clubhouse*
Daryan: *When Daryan paused to take a breather from humming, he heard that Ron stopped talking and took his fingers out of his ears. He opened the door to the clubhouse, where jerseys, spare footballs and other gear was tossed around the room, some of it hanging off of the lockers.* First off, we need to get you your jersey, helmet and protective junk, man. You go find whatever fits you while I go talk to the coach.
Daryan: *If Ron doesn't go in at first, Daryan's going to kick him in*
Ron: *steps in cautiously, looking at the foreign accessories before him. Having no clue where to begin, he turns to Daryan for help, stammering* W-wait! What am I supposed to put on? How do I put them on??
Daryan: Come on, you're a bright little man...*Daryan then kicks Ron into the clubhouse with his left leg* Figure it out yourself! *He then slams the door shut and walks away before he shouts through the door* And if you don't figure it out by the time I get back, there's gonna be hell to pay!
Ron: *stares at the door, momentarily speechless* Wait a minute! Please don't just leave meeeee! *but he knows Daryan either can't hear him, or doesn't care; he sighs dejectedly and rummages around the various pieces of equipment, trying to make sense out of it all. During his scouring, he sees tacked onto a cork board a picture of a man in full football gear, sans jersey. He's able to start making sense out everything from there*
Daryan: *While Ron is figuring out the details of putting on protective gear, Daryan is talking to the coach, telling him about bringing in that replacement runningback* Yeah, I got this little guy who can run like you wouldn't believe, man. He's changing right now but I'll bring him out in a second. Be right back. *As Daryan moves back to the clubhouse, he takes out his notebook out of his jeans and starts writing something on five pieces of paper.*
Ron: *comes out of the clubhouse, tugging down his jersey. He seems to have figured it all out for himself, and asides from a few ill-fitting pieces and the jersey that is far too large for him, he almost looks like a football player. He smiles at Daryan when the younger man comes near* Hey, this is more comfortable than I thought! I feel pretty safe in this, too. Like I could get hit by a car and I'd be okay not that I want to test that theory...
Daryan: Yeah, yeah. That's nice and all but listen. *Daryan grabs Ron by the head and drags him closer* Your first lesson is this: Everyone in this team...are men. *Daryan points to some of the players practicing* The players? Men. The coaching staff? *Daryan now points to the coach and his assistants* Men. The waterboy and the cheerleaders? *Daryan points to a bunch of young women and a geeky looking waterboy trying to a phone number off of one of them.* They are men, man!
Ron: *pauses* Even the cheerleaders...?
Daryan: *A brief pause as Daryan thinks over his little speech and then smacks Ron upside the head* Not physically, idiot, I'm talking about in the sense that they aren't total pansies like...well you, man.
Ron: Ow! *gives him a stern look* Hey! You don't have to hit me to get your point across!
Daryan: *Daryan ignores what Ron said and rips out the five pages he wrote in his notebook before and shows them to Ron, each of them just saw one word on them: "Man" in neat cursive writing.* Anyway, I have made these for you. These are man cards, dude and whenever you do something that I consider unmanly, I'm going to take one of these away from you. *Daryan then slaps them into Ron's hand.* Keep them close like your life depended on them.
Ron: *is distracted from his objection by the appearance of the "man cards." He stares at them for a moment* O-okay... *tucks them into his knee-length socks* By the way, er... If things don't work out, I don't have to come back, right? This is just a tryout, yes?
Daryan: *Daryan raises his eyebrow* Huh? Who said anything about a tryout? You're the only one that could fill the empty slot right now, man. This ain't a tryout, you're joining the team!
Daryan: *Daryan then puts his hand out.* By the way, give me one of those cards back. Quitting isn't for men.
Ron: I'm whaaaaat?! But you-- *stops to lifts his leg, fishing out one of the pieces of paper* But you don't even know if I'm good yet! *thinks over what was previously said as he hands it over to Daryan* ...Um, what happens when I'm out of man cards?
Daryan: *Daryan folds the piece of paper and puts it in his pocket* You don't want to know, man.
Ron: *gulps* ...*a small smile* ...Have you not decided yet, by any chance?
Daryan: *Daryan shows a big toothy grin to Ron* Oh I know what to do with you. You just don't want to know. It is the worst punishment a man would endure.
Ron: *gasps as he shrinks back* Waterboarding? I saw a special on that on 60 Minutes once!
Daryan: *Groans* Worse. Now quit asking what it is and let's get started, dammit! We're going to start by showing off your speed. *Daryan walks off to where the coach is waiting with a stopwatch*
Ron: *tries not to focus on that too much and follows Daryan along over to where the coach stands*
Daryan: All right, now we want you to run over there *Daryan points down to two red cones 40 yards away* as fast as you can when we say "Go". Got it?
Ron: As fast as I can...? *peers down the distance* So, um... speed over endurance?
Daryan: As fast as you can. I just want these guys to see how fast you are, man. Now get ready.
Ron: O...okay! *shifts his feet apart and bends his knees, facing the cones; there's a glint of determination in his eyes*
Daryan: Ready....GO! *The coach blows his whistle and hits the stopwatch at the same time Daryan gives Ron the signal*
Ron: *pushes himself off the ground, taking off at top speed. He's just as fast as he was when Daryan first saw him run -- even faster in fact, as there's nothing in his way -- and it only takes him 4.5 seconds to reach the end. He slows down to a stop, glancing back at Daryan and the coach when he's finished*
Daryan: *Daryan's jaw drop as he didn't recall Ron running THAT fast before and looks over to the coach who is just as wide-eyed and shocked as Daryan is* Wh-What's his time, man? Let me see! *Daryan snatches the stopwatch from the coach's hands and sees the time reading as "4.5 seconds"*
Ron: *walks back, not even all that out of breath -- he's still got some stamina. He's curious when he asks, never having had his running speed timed before* How did I do?
Daryan: *Daryan grinned and tossed the stopwatch to the coach* Good enough, you passed.
Ron: *chipper* Really? Wow... Thank you! *pauses* W-wait. What does that mean for me?
Daryan: It means that you definitely have to stay on the damn team, that's what.
Ron: *his smile drops* I have to?
Daryan: Yes. Now, let's do the other crap you need to do before we can do a practice play. *An hour later, after doing a quick bench press that ended with Ron earning unimpressive numbers, registration and the random moments where Daryan had to drag Ron back into the office, they are back out on the field, ready to do a play with the rest of the team.*
Ron: *very much wanting to go home now, Ron warily stares at the intimidating players on the team* I hope most of that bulk is padding...
Daryan: *Daryan, now in his football uniform, puts on his helmet.* Aw, quit your worrying. They won't hurt ya, they need you to play in a real game later on.
Ron: *turns to him, feeling at his own helmet on his head* D-do players get hurt often while playing...?
Daryan: Nah, this is just a weekend thing. They all have lives outside of this game that can't be done if they are injured, man.
Ron: Oh... yes. That's a good point... And all I do is run when I have the ball?
Daryan: That's right. Just run and hold on to the ball. These guys *Daryan gestures to the rest of the team* figured that much out, so there should be no problem in understand that.
Ron: *nods* Got it! *looks out towards the field, going over the game rules again in his head*
Daryan: *A couple of minutes later, the coach told the team to do a practice run with Ron holding the ball. Daryan was assigned on defense. Daryan looks around the players to see an opening that Ron would take, eager to get a little payback from when they first met, despite that they are both on the same team.*
Ron: *handles the ball awkwardly in his hands, looking unsure as ever* What's going on now...?
Daryan: *shouts over to Ron* We're doing a run play, dork! Just run past us and that's it! *sees how Ron is holding the ball* And you're holding the damn ball all wrong!
Ron: *completely serious* ....There's a right way to hold the ball?
Daryan: *groans* You hold the end of it with your fingers and you took the ball inside your armpit! It's so you don't drop the thing and you're no good to us if you lose the ball all the time, man!
Ron: *hefts the ball and fiddles with it until he has it held reasonably correct. He sounds amazed* Ohhh... This would make it a little easier!
Daryan: *to himself* I am going to kill this kid, I swear.
Ron: *waves at him, smiling* I think I'm ready noooow!
Daryan: *Daryan could only roll his eyes because the whistle blew, signaling the start of the play. The linemen from both sides collide while Daryan starts moving to the left*
Ron: *the determination shows up on his face again as he shoots forwards, running as fast as he can with the ball. He's focused on his task -- that is, until he sees some players coming after him. He quickly backpedals, unable to dodge them quickly enough, until he's moving backwards more than he is moving forward*
Daryan: *One of the players manages to hit Ron as he was backpedaling, both of them hit the ground. The whistle blows to stop the play and Daryan marches toward Ron, not looking pleased.*
Ron: Urrgh... *dazed but protected thanks to the football gear, Ron manages to sit up. When he raises his head, Daryan is standing there*
Daryan: *stares down at Ron* Get up and take off your helmet. Now.
Ron: *compliant as always, he slowly rises and undoes the strap on his helmet to take it off. A little matted from the sweat but otherwise fine, his shiny red curls unfurl and fall elegantly onto his shoulders when he pulls off the headgear*
Daryan: *When Ron took off the helmet, some of the watching cheerleaders squealed such remarks as "He's so cute!" and proceeded to annoy Daryan even further as he smacks Ron upside the head* You don't run back when that crap happens, you coward! We'll lose every game if you get scared like that all the time! Now give me two of those cards back!
Ron: Ow! *frowns and rubs his head* You don't have to hit me! *moves down to take out some paper, then pauses* Wait. Why two?
Daryan: One is for that backpedalling and the other one is for looking like a girl when you took off your helmet. Now give them up.
Ron: *mumbles* That second one isn't very fair... *regardless, he takes out two cards from his socks and sheepishly hands them over*
Daryan: Life isn't fair. *takes the two cards* I thought you already knew that, man.
Ron: *sighs* Yeah... I know. *he notes in his head that he only has two cards left now -- he has to begin manning up, or else*
Daryan: *starts walking back to the defense line* We're doing this one more time. Try not to screw up again.
Ron: *with little confidence as he trudges over to his spot, putting his helmet back on* I'll... I'll try.
Daryan: *When everyone is in position again, the whistle blows and the play starts again. Daryan, this time starts running to the right of the line.*
Ron: *begins to run again, clutching the ball... and this time, he's serious about it. He refuses to back down or flinch. He heads on forwards at formidable speed -- even when there are two large men right in front of him, coming his way. Before contact, he actually sticks his hand out as though to shove them out of the way... but naturally, he's absolutely no match for them, and they both pile on him and bring him down to the ground in a painful-looking collision*
Daryan: *After the two players get up from tackling Ron, it took a few seconds before Daryan realized that Ron's not getting back up and runs over to him. After a quick check, he finds out that Ron's just knocked out. He then looks around to see if anyone is looking, but they are too busy running to get the stretcher and team doctor. Daryan takes out one of the man cards he took from Ron and stuck it inside his helmet before walking away.*
Daryan: *It's Saturday morning, practice time for the Monteray Sharks. However, Daryan is not suited up or even on the field. He's in the parking lot, his arms crossed and looking like he is searching for someone or something.*
Ron: *a Honda Civic pulls up just then, parking itself into one of the spaces... then pulls out to re-straighten, pulls in... pulls out hesitatingly again and pulling in very slowly and carefully this time... before the driver looks out the window for confirmation, decides he is satisfied with the job, and finally stops the engine. Ron puts an automotive lock across the steering wheel before stepping out, eyes shifting around with some uncertainty*
Daryan: *Daryan spots the Civic parking in a near-obsessive manner and the driver being the very person he was looking for: his future runningback. However, Daryan doesn't decide to walk up and greet Ron, deciding to save his energy for the exercise ahead for both of them.*
Ron: *shuts the door, spotting Daryan and his hair (the hair was first) when he does. He pockets away his keys; he looks extremely nervous when he walks up to the younger man* G... Good morning!
Daryan: *Daryan frowns and gets up from the wall he was leaning on, thinking that he's got alot of work ahead of him.* You're late. Don't be again or else. Now let's go inside.
Ron: Sorry. You see, there's this intersection on the way here that's really hard to make a left turn on... It's quite a busy street. *follows Daryan as they walk together* I don't want to barge in and cause an accident!
Daryan: *Having no interest in Ron's excuse whatsoever, Daryan just puts his index fingers in his ears and starts humming the guitar bit of "Frankenstein" loudly to drown out Ron's talking as they make their way down to the field*
Ron: *eyes him quizzically* Um... *looks around the field, deciding to stay silent until they get to the clubhouse*
Daryan: *When Daryan paused to take a breather from humming, he heard that Ron stopped talking and took his fingers out of his ears. He opened the door to the clubhouse, where jerseys, spare footballs and other gear was tossed around the room, some of it hanging off of the lockers.* First off, we need to get you your jersey, helmet and protective junk, man. You go find whatever fits you while I go talk to the coach.
Daryan: *If Ron doesn't go in at first, Daryan's going to kick him in*
Ron: *steps in cautiously, looking at the foreign accessories before him. Having no clue where to begin, he turns to Daryan for help, stammering* W-wait! What am I supposed to put on? How do I put them on??
Daryan: Come on, you're a bright little man...*Daryan then kicks Ron into the clubhouse with his left leg* Figure it out yourself! *He then slams the door shut and walks away before he shouts through the door* And if you don't figure it out by the time I get back, there's gonna be hell to pay!
Ron: *stares at the door, momentarily speechless* Wait a minute! Please don't just leave meeeee! *but he knows Daryan either can't hear him, or doesn't care; he sighs dejectedly and rummages around the various pieces of equipment, trying to make sense out of it all. During his scouring, he sees tacked onto a cork board a picture of a man in full football gear, sans jersey. He's able to start making sense out everything from there*
Daryan: *While Ron is figuring out the details of putting on protective gear, Daryan is talking to the coach, telling him about bringing in that replacement runningback* Yeah, I got this little guy who can run like you wouldn't believe, man. He's changing right now but I'll bring him out in a second. Be right back. *As Daryan moves back to the clubhouse, he takes out his notebook out of his jeans and starts writing something on five pieces of paper.*
Ron: *comes out of the clubhouse, tugging down his jersey. He seems to have figured it all out for himself, and asides from a few ill-fitting pieces and the jersey that is far too large for him, he almost looks like a football player. He smiles at Daryan when the younger man comes near* Hey, this is more comfortable than I thought! I feel pretty safe in this, too. Like I could get hit by a car and I'd be okay not that I want to test that theory...
Daryan: Yeah, yeah. That's nice and all but listen. *Daryan grabs Ron by the head and drags him closer* Your first lesson is this: Everyone in this team...are men. *Daryan points to some of the players practicing* The players? Men. The coaching staff? *Daryan now points to the coach and his assistants* Men. The waterboy and the cheerleaders? *Daryan points to a bunch of young women and a geeky looking waterboy trying to a phone number off of one of them.* They are men, man!
Ron: *pauses* Even the cheerleaders...?
Daryan: *A brief pause as Daryan thinks over his little speech and then smacks Ron upside the head* Not physically, idiot, I'm talking about in the sense that they aren't total pansies like...well you, man.
Ron: Ow! *gives him a stern look* Hey! You don't have to hit me to get your point across!
Daryan: *Daryan ignores what Ron said and rips out the five pages he wrote in his notebook before and shows them to Ron, each of them just saw one word on them: "Man" in neat cursive writing.* Anyway, I have made these for you. These are man cards, dude and whenever you do something that I consider unmanly, I'm going to take one of these away from you. *Daryan then slaps them into Ron's hand.* Keep them close like your life depended on them.
Ron: *is distracted from his objection by the appearance of the "man cards." He stares at them for a moment* O-okay... *tucks them into his knee-length socks* By the way, er... If things don't work out, I don't have to come back, right? This is just a tryout, yes?
Daryan: *Daryan raises his eyebrow* Huh? Who said anything about a tryout? You're the only one that could fill the empty slot right now, man. This ain't a tryout, you're joining the team!
Daryan: *Daryan then puts his hand out.* By the way, give me one of those cards back. Quitting isn't for men.
Ron: I'm whaaaaat?! But you-- *stops to lifts his leg, fishing out one of the pieces of paper* But you don't even know if I'm good yet! *thinks over what was previously said as he hands it over to Daryan* ...Um, what happens when I'm out of man cards?
Daryan: *Daryan folds the piece of paper and puts it in his pocket* You don't want to know, man.
Ron: *gulps* ...*a small smile* ...Have you not decided yet, by any chance?
Daryan: *Daryan shows a big toothy grin to Ron* Oh I know what to do with you. You just don't want to know. It is the worst punishment a man would endure.
Ron: *gasps as he shrinks back* Waterboarding? I saw a special on that on 60 Minutes once!
Daryan: *Groans* Worse. Now quit asking what it is and let's get started, dammit! We're going to start by showing off your speed. *Daryan walks off to where the coach is waiting with a stopwatch*
Ron: *tries not to focus on that too much and follows Daryan along over to where the coach stands*
Daryan: All right, now we want you to run over there *Daryan points down to two red cones 40 yards away* as fast as you can when we say "Go". Got it?
Ron: As fast as I can...? *peers down the distance* So, um... speed over endurance?
Daryan: As fast as you can. I just want these guys to see how fast you are, man. Now get ready.
Ron: O...okay! *shifts his feet apart and bends his knees, facing the cones; there's a glint of determination in his eyes*
Daryan: Ready....GO! *The coach blows his whistle and hits the stopwatch at the same time Daryan gives Ron the signal*
Ron: *pushes himself off the ground, taking off at top speed. He's just as fast as he was when Daryan first saw him run -- even faster in fact, as there's nothing in his way -- and it only takes him 4.5 seconds to reach the end. He slows down to a stop, glancing back at Daryan and the coach when he's finished*
Daryan: *Daryan's jaw drop as he didn't recall Ron running THAT fast before and looks over to the coach who is just as wide-eyed and shocked as Daryan is* Wh-What's his time, man? Let me see! *Daryan snatches the stopwatch from the coach's hands and sees the time reading as "4.5 seconds"*
Ron: *walks back, not even all that out of breath -- he's still got some stamina. He's curious when he asks, never having had his running speed timed before* How did I do?
Daryan: *Daryan grinned and tossed the stopwatch to the coach* Good enough, you passed.
Ron: *chipper* Really? Wow... Thank you! *pauses* W-wait. What does that mean for me?
Daryan: It means that you definitely have to stay on the damn team, that's what.
Ron: *his smile drops* I have to?
Daryan: Yes. Now, let's do the other crap you need to do before we can do a practice play. *An hour later, after doing a quick bench press that ended with Ron earning unimpressive numbers, registration and the random moments where Daryan had to drag Ron back into the office, they are back out on the field, ready to do a play with the rest of the team.*
Ron: *very much wanting to go home now, Ron warily stares at the intimidating players on the team* I hope most of that bulk is padding...
Daryan: *Daryan, now in his football uniform, puts on his helmet.* Aw, quit your worrying. They won't hurt ya, they need you to play in a real game later on.
Ron: *turns to him, feeling at his own helmet on his head* D-do players get hurt often while playing...?
Daryan: Nah, this is just a weekend thing. They all have lives outside of this game that can't be done if they are injured, man.
Ron: Oh... yes. That's a good point... And all I do is run when I have the ball?
Daryan: That's right. Just run and hold on to the ball. These guys *Daryan gestures to the rest of the team* figured that much out, so there should be no problem in understand that.
Ron: *nods* Got it! *looks out towards the field, going over the game rules again in his head*
Daryan: *A couple of minutes later, the coach told the team to do a practice run with Ron holding the ball. Daryan was assigned on defense. Daryan looks around the players to see an opening that Ron would take, eager to get a little payback from when they first met, despite that they are both on the same team.*
Ron: *handles the ball awkwardly in his hands, looking unsure as ever* What's going on now...?
Daryan: *shouts over to Ron* We're doing a run play, dork! Just run past us and that's it! *sees how Ron is holding the ball* And you're holding the damn ball all wrong!
Ron: *completely serious* ....There's a right way to hold the ball?
Daryan: *groans* You hold the end of it with your fingers and you took the ball inside your armpit! It's so you don't drop the thing and you're no good to us if you lose the ball all the time, man!
Ron: *hefts the ball and fiddles with it until he has it held reasonably correct. He sounds amazed* Ohhh... This would make it a little easier!
Daryan: *to himself* I am going to kill this kid, I swear.
Ron: *waves at him, smiling* I think I'm ready noooow!
Daryan: *Daryan could only roll his eyes because the whistle blew, signaling the start of the play. The linemen from both sides collide while Daryan starts moving to the left*
Ron: *the determination shows up on his face again as he shoots forwards, running as fast as he can with the ball. He's focused on his task -- that is, until he sees some players coming after him. He quickly backpedals, unable to dodge them quickly enough, until he's moving backwards more than he is moving forward*
Daryan: *One of the players manages to hit Ron as he was backpedaling, both of them hit the ground. The whistle blows to stop the play and Daryan marches toward Ron, not looking pleased.*
Ron: Urrgh... *dazed but protected thanks to the football gear, Ron manages to sit up. When he raises his head, Daryan is standing there*
Daryan: *stares down at Ron* Get up and take off your helmet. Now.
Ron: *compliant as always, he slowly rises and undoes the strap on his helmet to take it off. A little matted from the sweat but otherwise fine, his shiny red curls unfurl and fall elegantly onto his shoulders when he pulls off the headgear*
Daryan: *When Ron took off the helmet, some of the watching cheerleaders squealed such remarks as "He's so cute!" and proceeded to annoy Daryan even further as he smacks Ron upside the head* You don't run back when that crap happens, you coward! We'll lose every game if you get scared like that all the time! Now give me two of those cards back!
Ron: Ow! *frowns and rubs his head* You don't have to hit me! *moves down to take out some paper, then pauses* Wait. Why two?
Daryan: One is for that backpedalling and the other one is for looking like a girl when you took off your helmet. Now give them up.
Ron: *mumbles* That second one isn't very fair... *regardless, he takes out two cards from his socks and sheepishly hands them over*
Daryan: Life isn't fair. *takes the two cards* I thought you already knew that, man.
Ron: *sighs* Yeah... I know. *he notes in his head that he only has two cards left now -- he has to begin manning up, or else*
Daryan: *starts walking back to the defense line* We're doing this one more time. Try not to screw up again.
Ron: *with little confidence as he trudges over to his spot, putting his helmet back on* I'll... I'll try.
Daryan: *When everyone is in position again, the whistle blows and the play starts again. Daryan, this time starts running to the right of the line.*
Ron: *begins to run again, clutching the ball... and this time, he's serious about it. He refuses to back down or flinch. He heads on forwards at formidable speed -- even when there are two large men right in front of him, coming his way. Before contact, he actually sticks his hand out as though to shove them out of the way... but naturally, he's absolutely no match for them, and they both pile on him and bring him down to the ground in a painful-looking collision*
Daryan: *After the two players get up from tackling Ron, it took a few seconds before Daryan realized that Ron's not getting back up and runs over to him. After a quick check, he finds out that Ron's just knocked out. He then looks around to see if anyone is looking, but they are too busy running to get the stretcher and team doctor. Daryan takes out one of the man cards he took from Ron and stuck it inside his helmet before walking away.*