Gracie runs over to Darius "Hey luv, it wasn't your fault, don't worry about it" she takes his hand as she looks into his eyes "You just put more into it then you knew you could. He should have moved though I might have distracted  him a little when I was running behind you." she grins innocently as she thinks how she wanted him out and don't like to see anyone hurt but he did deserve some of it after all, he was trying to do it to others intentionally. Now she just had to make Darius feel better.

Melba watches Gracie for a moment and then shrugs.  "Still, none of our business, Garrett... just make sure there's no pig's blood at the prom."

Buffy felt the elation of a good, hard throw and she heard a definite impact behind her as Darius' throw apparently connected. Somehow, Darius dodged her by a hair. She was reaching for another dodge ball when she heard Darius call out to Coach Cordova. Buffy turned around to see a bit of a bloody mess that had formerly been the "too cool for school" Brian.

Buffy sighed and stood there as the action happened around her. Technically, Darius had crossed the line, meaning her team had "won", but that victory...well, winning like that totally sucked.

Buffy watched as Brian was covered with a towel and escorted to the Nurse's Office. She looked back at Darius, and at the others, a bit bewildered by all that had happened. Buffy saw Gracie go over to talk to Darius, and the rest were still running. Buffy shrugged, what else could she do?

"Good game?" To no one in particular...

Melba stopped running as soon as the coach stopped the game.  "Yeah", she said to Buffy, "Interesting game anyway."  She smiled but as she spoke, she tried to work out the delta-vees, ballistics and friction of the ball's flight in her head, to get some picture on the forc that would be needed to make the ball move in mid-flight like that.

12:02, Today: Melba Ellenberger rolled 15 using the Unisystem system (1d10+10). Int + science (estimate force (magnitude and direction) needed to change the course).
12:02, Today: Melba Ellenberger rolled 25 using the Unisystem system (1d10+16). Perception + Notice + DP hold picture in head of ball's the change in the ball's flight.)

OOC Melba's a geek and this is exactly rocket science
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"Oh my god, Brian!  Are you alright?!"  Lucy rushed over to Brian's side.  She fussed and fawned over the injured athlete.  "Pinch the bridge of your nose!"

As Coach Cordova ushered Brian to the school nurse, Lucy dutifully followed.  Before she left, though, she shot a nasty glare at Darius and Gracie.

The boy who'd kept Garrett and Melba company didn't bother hiding his amusement.  He chuckled and nudged Garrett's arm.  "That's great!  Did you see his nose erupt like a geyser?

Funniest thing I've seen all day!"  While the coach helped the hurt pupil off, the boy turned to Melba.  "I can only hope someone recorded this on their iPhone!"

"Lucy, back to the class please. I don't think he wants you wailing all over him and I've got my hands full." Coach said firmly as she kept guiding her wounded student to the infirmary. The look she gave the 'pretty' was enough to get her to see that she was serious.

"You know, my dad is friends with Dean Jepson," Lucy said venomously, before stalking off.

"Funnily enough so is mine." Coach calls after her, lying through her teeth but she didn't need to know that. She sighed as she kept the wounded Bully-Jock's nose elevated.

"Come on let's get your nose taken care of."

Suddenly, B.J. heard a throat being cleared.  "Uh, Coach...do you need any help?  Like, er, getting Brian's stuff out of his locker...?"  Kieran asked helpfully, if profoundly awkwardly.

He never seemed quite able to meet her eyes.  Instead, Kieran fidgeted a little.  He could only hold her gaze but a moment, before his eyes darted off to the side.  B.J. would notice a slight flush to his cheeks.

Darius is distracted from seeing Brian and Coach Cordova exiting the gym by Gracie's appearance at his side. All shame and guilt seems to melt away, like snow under the spring sun. Gracie always seemed good at cheering him up, no pun intended!

"You can be distracting... true enough. Odds are that'll be his excuse later. It'll help with the guys, rather than admit I outted him fair and square. Good for saving face, blaming distractions on the hottest girl in school running by. Not everyone can take that distraction and turn it into inspiration like some of us..." Darius realizes what he just said a moment after saying it, and quickly looks in another direction to hide the blush that would be darkening his already dark cheeks if she caught it. Wow. Cheese much Darius? Man up dude. "Er... um. I mean. Um..."

As he looks quickly away, he spots Buffy just as she says Good Game. The laugh to comes out of his mouth is enough to cover his blush (he hopes), and he walks over to offer up a handshake for what he felt had been a good game. At least she'd been competitive without dropping to Brian's levels. That was the kind of teamwork and sportsmanship that he could respect. "It was. Good game, Buffy." He smiles warmrly at the new girl. It's not quite the same smile he reserves for Gracie, but it's assuredly a nice smile to see no doubt.

"Yeah, looks like I just ruined the chance of Dodgeball for any other classes for another year!" He offers in response to Melba's decleration of the game being interesting, but he fails to note the pensive look on her face. "Sorry if that means more laps next class or something. I know no one enjoys those." Is his apologetic comment to everyone else as the walk past towards the lockerrooms. He hadn't really stopped to think about reprecussions to his action, and now has begun to wonder about those.

Darius tries to offer Lucy a sympathetic smile and wave in response to the glare, but fends off the guilt she'd sought to reinstill in him. Gracie had sufficiently eradicated that from his mind entirely.

Gracie grins "I try to be distracting but I am only for you luv. I am sure he will but you are so much of a better athlete then him." she grins even broader when he mentions her. "Don't worry about it luv, I know what you mean." she touches her finger to his lip. She just wanted to make him feel better and not feel guilty.  She would have done it if she could but did cheerleaders have guilt? Na.

She walks along with Darius as he looks over at Buffy. "It was a good game Buffy. You were good." she smiles warmly at her. She does like this new girl.

After Brian was hurt Chan just kept jogging until the game was over. Her first instinct had been to help get him fixed up, but she decided it was best not to. He'd left her alone thus far and she preferred to avoid jumping onto his radar. She came to a stop behind Gracie and her brother clearing her throat awkwardly to make sure that they heard her. "Lighten up, it probably wasn't that bad. Hopefully you didn't actually break his nose. That might get you in a little trouble." She perked up at the mention of no more dodge ball, which was something she could definitely get behind.

Garrett inspected the nameless guy who found Brian's face eruption so funny. He shrank minutely when he felt his arm brushed. "It was pretty funny..." His eyes fell, "So, uh, I don't know if we've met... I'm Garrett." He raised his eyes slowly to see the brown-haired boy's reaction.

Just behind his new acquaintance Garrett glanced Gracie fawning over Darius. He had to restrain his gag reflex and control himself before returning his gaze to the stranger. Garrett raised a slender hand to tuck a stray tendril of hair behind his right ear.

After all this craziness, Garrett would be ecstatic to be out of his scratchy cotton Phys. Ed. clothes, however, he had no intention of 'hitting the showers' as Cordova had barked to the class. He had a habit of just changing clothes; since he never exerted any exceptional amount of energy toward school activities, it was relatively easy to get away with a changing back into his clothes accompanied by an ample re-applying of deodorant (for good measure).

In any case, Garrett's crystalline blue eyes hung on the frame of the boy in front of him, awaiting his reply.

The boy scarcely noticed Garrett's hesitance over casual touch.  Instead, he chuckled along with Garrett.  "Hey, Garrett.  I'm Hunter.  Hunter Rossum.

Aren't you in Mr. Whitlock's Art class?"
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"That won't be needed, I'm sure I can get one of the teachers to get his stuff if he needs it." Coach said as she hustled the wounded student into the infirniry.

"Yeah...I just...thought I'd ask for your help...er, I mean, if I could help...!"  Kieran sputtered awkwardly.  His face reddened deeper as he slipped up.

Rubbing now sweaty palms, Kieran stepped backwards.  His gaze lingered on Cordova and Brian as they headed for the school nurse's office.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gracie.

Kieran turned toward Gracie, watching her with a funny expression.  The expression became strange as he saw the cheerleader slip her fingers around Darius'...
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"I think he broke my dose!"  Brian groaned as the Coach tried to help him away.  "Does that mean I get to go home?"  He moaned pitifully for effect.

Meanwhile, Lucy stomped toward the Girls' locker room.  Along the way, she stalked purposefully toward Buffy.  The cheerleader stopped in front of the new girl, a furious glint in her eye.

"Hi," she said with an utter lack of cordiality.  "My, you sure showed some good moves out there, Buffy.  Funny how you eliminated everyone except Darius!  Y'know, Brian wouldn't have been hurt if you hadn't showed favoritism!

And don't think I haven't noticed you hanging out with the 'lower life forms, either.  I bet you're one of those social butterflies who tries to be friends with ALL the groups.  It doesn't work that way around here."  Lucy looked Buffy over with disdain.

"You'd better choose a side or nobody will want you around!"  With that parting shot, Lucy stomped off again.

Lucy turned the corner into the locker.  Coach Cordova exited the gym with her injured charge onto the breezeway.  Outside, the sky was black and the rain pelted the roof and sidewalk.  Thunder rumbled loudly and the ground was covered in at least an inch of rain.

Inside, a few kids lingered on the basketball court.  Lightning flashed.  The lights flickered briefly!  As they came back on, a scream was heard from the girls' lockers!

Melba, with her head buzzing full of ideas, made her way to the physics lab, perhaps with Garrett in tow, that being the way the dynamic worked.  She explained to Garrett her plan to merge together a cigarette lighter and an aerosol can to make a primitive flamethrower for use against vampires.

Unfortunately, at this time, all she did was explain because before she could even start work on the prototype, there was a scream from the girls' locker room and she needed to get straight back there.  Unlike when doing laps, this time, she really did go as fast (or unslow) as she could waddle.

"Yeah," he stammered, "I sit in the back right--sometimes I switch easels to mess with Whitty, but that gets old since I don't think he can tell the difference between most of the kids. I think it's because he inhaled too much lead paint..." Garrett cut himself off--brain catching up to his mouth.

"Nice to meet you. I'll look for you in class?" He noticed Melba trotting out of the gym, "See you around!" Garrett called as he padded briskly after her.

After changing clothes, he met back up with her and was enveloped in Melba's explanation of the pyro-mechanics of her own personal flamethrower when he heard a blood-curdling shriek. The torrential weather outside, the pent up anger of a bloody dodge ball game, and now a scream from the girl's locker room; this day was turning out to be a little too much like Clue than Garrett cared for--he could only run and hope it was all nothing.

Darius slides right into the accepting and seemingly oblivious role of allowing Gracie to fawn over him. It seemed perfectly natural, and the blush that hit his cheeks wasn't even something he noticed for once. His mood was certainly improved.

Darius laughs when Lucy tells off Buffy, and commences to stalk off. "I think maybe Lucy doesn't understand how friendship works Buffy. I seem to do well enough being friends with pretty much anyone I want." Darius says, though a small voice in the back of his mind shouts that he's in for a surprise if he continues straddeling those borders as he has this past week.

He leans his head to lock eyes with Gracie. "Think you can iron things out with her? It'd be a bad thing if she's sewing the seeds of discord with The Teams." And by that, Darius is clearly implying ALL of the teams~ including the Cheerleaders. "A woman scorned, a woman upset... you know, things of greatest danger to the spirit behind teamwork and cohesiveness." He says jokingly.

That said, he excuses himself and hits the showers as Coach had said. It's quite likely he's all sudded and scrubbing when the scream is made from the Girls Showers... The lights flickering is enough to get Darius to pick up his pace, de-sud and get out (everyone knows that it's bad to be in a shower during a lightning storm after all).

Chan couldn't help but shake her head at Lucy's petty comments to Buffy. She'd have said something but so far Lucy hadn't really noticed her, and she didn't want to exactly call attention onto herself. She existed in a largely torment free bubble, and liked to keep it that way unless something really bad was going to happen. Once Lucy had moved on, Chan caught up with Buffy. "You should just ignore her. She has little bit too high of an opinion of herself, as if spelling words and wearing a cute outfit makes her better than everyone else."

When she heard the scream and saw the flickering lights, she booked into the changing room to see what was going on. She hoped that it was just a practical joke of some kind, and not anything more sinister. Still lately it was hard to predict what would happen around here.

Gracie walks past Buffy and grins at her "Don't worry about Lucy, I will talk with her and get her in line. I don't like the way she acted" she continues towards the locker room when she hears the scream. She takes off running into the locker room. She figures Lucy broke a nail or something.