05-16-2006, 12:25 AM
?Blue forty-two, red sixty-five. Hut, hut.?
Android Thirteen had just entered into some rather large, indoor park, though it?s natural beauty would make you think that you were still outside. There were rather large fields, where various sports were being played. On the field closest to him however, was a game of football. There were some rather bulky men playing the line, in fact they were so large that it looked almost as if there were wearing football pads. Three very tall men were playing wide-receivers, and a single, average sized male was playing quarter-back. On the opposing side of the field, there were eleven decently sized males.
?Head?s up!? Cried one of the men as an oval shaped ball came soaring towards Thirteen.
Catching the ball, the droid smiled. He had played some college football back in the day, half-back was his position, though on occasion he did quarter-back. A few guys yelled out, ?nice catch?, but the QB wasn?t really in the mood, after all, he had already thrown five interceptions, they were down by fourteen, and their running back was injured. Gripping the ball tightly and tossing the rock back to the center, Thirteen jogged over to the ground of huddled men.
?Yo.? Nodded Thirteen as he approached the group. ?Mind if I get in on the game??
The QB?s shirt read ?GUS?, probably his name. Standing up, the man looked over Thirteen and nodded.
?Yeah. I think we could use you as our new half-back, we?re the Bulldogs by the way.? Commanded the leader. ?You ever play football before??
Thirteen nodded.
?A bit.?
Motioning for the machine-hybrid to fall into the huddle, the eleven men discussed their strategy and next two plays. Clapping their hands simultaneously and marching into position, the team got ready to initiate the play. Finding his spot a few yards behind Gus, Thirteen watched the rest of the Bulldogs suddenly shift their formation, sending the defense into a frenzy of fluttering movements and audibles.
Suddenly, the ball was snapped. Thirteen made a fake to the left, then came back hard right. Gus faked a pass to the left, then turned to the right and tossed the ball behind him. Moving as quickly as he could, the droid grabbed the ball from mid-air and tucked it under his left arm. Rushing forward, he had to spin around one of the large linemen, only to narrowly sidestep one of the corner backs. A loud grunt came from right next to him as a linemen put a linebacker onto his rear. Sticking out his arm as a second corner back dove in at him, Thirteen was suddenly hit from behind, knocking him to the ground.
A loud crack was quickly followed by a scream. Scrambling to his feet, Thirteen saw that the defensive nose tackle?s arm was shattered in two different places, probably from the way he had landed, then had been landed on. Helping the large man off of the ground, the machine-hybrid placed him by a tree while three doctors that had been standing by looked over him. Sighing, he made his way back over to Gus, who happened to be getting ready to call the game.
?Without a nose tackle, they can?t play.? Explained the QB.
?In need of a nose tackle, eh.? Boomed a familiar voice from behind. ?The ?Buukin is here.?
OOC: Starting up a game of Football, if you would like to join in, just let me know.
Android Thirteen had just entered into some rather large, indoor park, though it?s natural beauty would make you think that you were still outside. There were rather large fields, where various sports were being played. On the field closest to him however, was a game of football. There were some rather bulky men playing the line, in fact they were so large that it looked almost as if there were wearing football pads. Three very tall men were playing wide-receivers, and a single, average sized male was playing quarter-back. On the opposing side of the field, there were eleven decently sized males.
?Head?s up!? Cried one of the men as an oval shaped ball came soaring towards Thirteen.
Catching the ball, the droid smiled. He had played some college football back in the day, half-back was his position, though on occasion he did quarter-back. A few guys yelled out, ?nice catch?, but the QB wasn?t really in the mood, after all, he had already thrown five interceptions, they were down by fourteen, and their running back was injured. Gripping the ball tightly and tossing the rock back to the center, Thirteen jogged over to the ground of huddled men.
?Yo.? Nodded Thirteen as he approached the group. ?Mind if I get in on the game??
The QB?s shirt read ?GUS?, probably his name. Standing up, the man looked over Thirteen and nodded.
?Yeah. I think we could use you as our new half-back, we?re the Bulldogs by the way.? Commanded the leader. ?You ever play football before??
Thirteen nodded.
?A bit.?
Motioning for the machine-hybrid to fall into the huddle, the eleven men discussed their strategy and next two plays. Clapping their hands simultaneously and marching into position, the team got ready to initiate the play. Finding his spot a few yards behind Gus, Thirteen watched the rest of the Bulldogs suddenly shift their formation, sending the defense into a frenzy of fluttering movements and audibles.
Suddenly, the ball was snapped. Thirteen made a fake to the left, then came back hard right. Gus faked a pass to the left, then turned to the right and tossed the ball behind him. Moving as quickly as he could, the droid grabbed the ball from mid-air and tucked it under his left arm. Rushing forward, he had to spin around one of the large linemen, only to narrowly sidestep one of the corner backs. A loud grunt came from right next to him as a linemen put a linebacker onto his rear. Sticking out his arm as a second corner back dove in at him, Thirteen was suddenly hit from behind, knocking him to the ground.
A loud crack was quickly followed by a scream. Scrambling to his feet, Thirteen saw that the defensive nose tackle?s arm was shattered in two different places, probably from the way he had landed, then had been landed on. Helping the large man off of the ground, the machine-hybrid placed him by a tree while three doctors that had been standing by looked over him. Sighing, he made his way back over to Gus, who happened to be getting ready to call the game.
?Without a nose tackle, they can?t play.? Explained the QB.
?In need of a nose tackle, eh.? Boomed a familiar voice from behind. ?The ?Buukin is here.?
OOC: Starting up a game of Football, if you would like to join in, just let me know.