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Cat & Mouse Misfits

Cat & Mouse Misfits

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[private role play between Sicariius & CNAGamer]

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♦ Michaline Roran Walker ♦





The sun beat down on her as Michaline stretched. Her joints cracked and snapped into place as she did so, her muscles relaxing into languidness. There were a number of students crowded around the fence of the tennis court, even though it was only practice.She usually attracted this sort of crowd, even during practices. Doesn't all of the best of any sport?

She sighed, feeling eyes on her, and it made her skin crawl. But there was one pair of eyes that she could feel above all of the others, ones that weren't just watching her, they felt as though they were devouring her. Her blood-red eyes scanned the crowd as she shielded her eyes with her right hand. She was met with a similar pair of eyes.

No, not similar. Identical. Max was staring straight at her, Shirlee standing next to him, looking like a small, excited child. Her brother, and her best friend. She smiled slightly, waving at them.

Thwock

A tennis ball shot past her, narrowly missing her eyes. Her whole body stiffened, and then she turned towards the direction the ball had came, a scowl on her face. Well, she wasn't smiling, but her mouth was simply a line. Her eyes, however, read hatred. The second best player on the team met her eyes. Michaline didn't know her name, and she didn't care. Mic bounced a tennis ball a few times before throwing it up in the air.

Mickey wasn't the best on the team for nothing. She watched as the ball fell, and she launched her body up to meet it, both feet leaving the ground as she hit the ball. She had the fastest serve in the county at seventy-two miles per hour. However, because of what she was planning to do, she held back quite a bit, dropping it to about ten miles an hour, if that.

The ball hit the girl squarely in the face, and sent her sprawling backwards, blood running from her nose. She let out a shriek as the other players rushed over to her, while the coaches merely sat back hiding snickers. And failing. Michaline shot the girl a smirk before turning back to the crowd.

She noticed one person in the crowd, who wasn't actually in the crowd. She was hanging back, as if not sure if she should mingle or run away. Michaline knew her immediately. Dakota Duvall, the girl who had gone from Miss Popular to the bottom of the pile, below even Mickey and the other "misfits". The whole school had been humming with her name.

Not that Michaline cared. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

With a shrug of disregaurd played off by pretending to stretch out her shoulder, she began to bounce a tennis ball once more.

"All right. Who's next? I promise...I won't break your nose. At least...not on purpose."

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♦ Maxwell Kenelm Walker ♦







Oh boy, was there a lot going on. But let's back up a bit.

Before the tennis match, Max had already coincidentally been at the tennis court. Or maybe it wasn't coincidence; Max knew that there would be practice today, and had skipped class in that area intentionally, just so he could catch his little Mouse a bit early. Unfortunately, when she arrived, she managed to slip right through his metaphorical paw and stayed group with the rest of the players, whilst one of the coaches give him stern glances. A scowl momentarily crossed his lips as he shot back a glance that shone daggers at the coach, before exiting the court to place himself behind the fence. He knew how ruthless his sister got at tennis, and she could manage to serve a ball at around seventy-two miles per hour. Max wouldn't be surprised if she could manage faster and create some sort of deadly flaming tennis ball.

Max got some forbidden pleasure out of the stretching practices the players did, causing him to shift uncomfortably and try to avert his gaze, which made it look like he was planning to eat her. Max thought it unfortunate that his eyes did so well at showing what he was actually thinking, and that fact that his sister could read it so well. He also hated the fact that when she caught him shooting those kinds of glances at her, she'd tease him. And normally, Max was a very sadistic person, resulting in him coming off as the more dominant time. And so one might consider it odd seeing him subjected to what was like torture to him, and the bad part was that he completely submitted to it, squirming slightly as she faced the opposite direction of him and purposefully going into a deep stretch. Max's stare lingered slightly, as he silently thanked whoever designed the tennis uniforms before shaking his head, huffing slightly, and then puffing out his cheeks slightly as he turned away, leaning his back against the fence and watching the school as the official bell rung.

Now was the time students were legitimately let out from class, and they began to pool out from the doors in swarms. He found his elbows propped up against the chain link fence behind him as he watched, fingers curling around the wire that made the links up. His eyes seemed to stare blankly as the people made their way towards the court to watch, crowding up as they usually did when practice with his Mouse was going on. He seemed... well, bored. And he remained that way for a while until the source of the crowd began to die down, and everybody that would be there was. Then the matches began.

It was graceful really, watching his sister play, she had a clear allure to her as she navigated the court and played. It was like machine work, with all of the gears falling into the right places and turning without any effort against them. Needless to say, it was a pretty unfair advantage to anybody who played against her. Maybe Max would be able to keep up with her, but he disliked social interaction, and would be too lazy to play seriously against anybody other than his sister. But even then, there was no way in hell he could match her serve, he was always praised by her for his return skills.

After her first match, she turned to look at him, and Max sensed that she had felt the stare he was aiming at her. She raised a hand up to shield her eyes, and looked straight at him. It was odd, really, seeing what were essentially his own fucking eyes looking back at him. And he wasn't surprised she had found him in the crow, he was pretty sure the feel he was giving off was a strong one. But he couldn't exactly control the intensity of his desire as he watched her play. Thankfully, only Mouse seemed to be able to pick up on it well enough, and other people were oblivious.

She then smiled, and turned her glance to Max's side before waving at them. He shot a glance to his side as well, his head turning slightly as he ran his eyes up and down a small figure. It was Shirlee, or the girl who had dubbed herself as Shi-Shi, also known as his sister's best friend (ironically, she had met Max first, and became friends with his sister because of him). He gave a small nod to her, not that he think she'd notice, but did it to acknowledge her nonetheless. He then turned his gaze back to his sister, gave another small nod in reply to her wave, and even raised his hand slightly, fingers curling forward gingerly. But then they went forward and grasped the chain link as the tennis ball shot by his sister's face with a THWOCK.

Ah shit, here we go...

He let out a small sigh as he watched her turn furiously and stiffened, a scowl forming on her face much like that one on his had when the coach had looked at him earlier. She bounced the ball a couple of times before throwing it up in the air and wrencing her arm back, but Max immediately noticed that she was to hold back immensely with this shot. Cute, she's showing mercy. He thought, before watching her hit it, registering that the ball moving at sixty-two miles per hour slower than general still would hit like a bitch when it did. And it did hit, and Max was certain it did hurt like a bitch as it hit the girl in the face and sent he backwards, blood spraying from her nose as if it were some cheap movie effect. He frowned slightly as the girl began to wail, and then frowned even more as the coaches began to snicker at it.

Or maybe she just didn't want to kill her

He finished the thought before glaring daggers at the coaches again, and then was going to turn his glance back to his sister before feeling somebody behind him bumped into him before stumbling back. He turned back to face them at the sound of their feet shuffling, and discovered it was Lillith, the one-popular girl who had been in an unfortunate accident and now found herself lower on the food chain than even Max himself, and he was pretty down there.

"All right. Who's next? I promise I won't break your nose. At least... not on purpose."

Oh great, she was boasting now. He opened his mouth to interject, but decided against it instead, only doing so because her acting like this made him squirm at his thoughts again.

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