George Camarine (cursed_prince) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-08-07 05:36:00 |
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George wasn't in school anymore - thank goodness - but Tuesday morning found him on campus early in the morning. He was in the batting cage, working on his swing. George didn't particularly like baseball - he didn't get the point of it - but baseball seemed to be the American thing to do, and wasn't there some sort of saying that went, "When in America..."? At any rate, while he was here, he might as well try out the American experience. It wasn't as if there were any political enemies to assassinate or enemy spies to foil. The machine spit another ball at him, and he swung. Once again, he hit it with perfect accuracy - but not as much momentum as he'd like. There was definitely an element of strength that played into it, and George had never been the strongest of men. As he set up for the ball, his attention was caught by the crunch of shoes on gravel. Someone was approaching. |