bubblesnglitter (bubblesnglitter) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2015-04-22 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | posey quiggley |
Who: Posey and Axel
What: Meeting at the Wales game!
When: [Backdated] April 19
Where: World Cup
Status | Rating: incomplete | low (it's Posey...)
It had been a rather difficult time for Posey when it came to helping her team. Still a trainee and not very well-versed in working with someone other than her overly patient Jason, the girl was more likely to annoy the head healer than be helpful. For the most part, she had been sitting on the sidelines pouting while he paced the bench, making sure everyone was fine. It hurt to be told that she was simply not smart enough to be there, and that her trainer was clearly just suffering from a soft spot for her. How rude was that? But on her off days, Posey made a point to sneak away long enough to watch the other players from her league perform. She missed seeing everyone all the time, and especially missed seeing the members of Pride. They were all nice, except for maybe Michael, and were at least tolerant of her personality. These people were kind of mean and it made her want to cry to Mac or Clover, but both were more likely to hurt the people than actually fix the problem. But it didn't matter. Not today, anyway, as she skipped her way into the stadium with her hair pinned back with a Welsh Flag bow and ready to cheer on her friends. She hadn't really noticed the weird looks she got from other fans as she ran through the crowds in her red dress and up the stairs as if in flats.
It wasn't until she was at the top level that she realized she really needed a snack, because the games tended to run long. So she stopped for some munchies along the way and meandered back to her seats, where the people had filled in more than a few minutes before. All the same, she asked to be let through in her soft tone, getting annoyed grunts from the Bulgarian fans near her, eying her angrily. One person asked if she had lost her parents, to which she politely informed them she was a team healer, and very much not lost. Finally, she squished back to her spot when someone who was climbing down from the rows above her knocked into her, spilling a handful of her munchies all over the poor fellow next to her. Mortified, she immediately began spewing apologies for the accident, trying not to sound like she was blaming the rude people who continued on their path to the bottom of the section, smelling like very cheap wine. Content with how very-well she had brushed his shoulder off, she pouted at him and plopped in her seat. Well this was just great, mean people pushing her after her stupid boss was not even letting her show she knew her trade. Posey looked over at the man and offered him some of her snacks, considering he wore some, it was only fair, right?
"Are you a fan of either team," she asked before covering her mouth. "Oh! Oh, gosh you may not even speak- Oh! Do you speak English? That was very rude of me." Posey turned as red as her dress and faced forward, popping her food into her mouth to stop another downpour of rambles.