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queenofheartsrp2011-05-23 12:24 am
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[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)
Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.
It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.
What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]
Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.
It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.
What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]
Yay us :')
( She sounds pleased, maybe moreso than would be justified, but she's not played any kind of sport in so long that managing to do that was pretty good, so far as she's concerned.
A sharp grin, and she tosses it back to Canada-- although maybe it veers a little too far to one side. Oops. ) Huh. This is going to take some getting used to.
we're the best. <3
You're already doing miles better than Lithuania. You'll get it.
WE SURE ARE /crawls along, pro-snail style
( A little rush to get it, and she misses. Damn. She's stubborn, though, determined to get this, so she'll scoop the ball up, tossing it and catching it before flicking it back to Maggie - with slightly better aim, at least. ) This sport big back... where you come from?
( 'Back in yourself' just doesn't sound right. )
/slowly pulls out pom-poms
It's older than hockey, though, if memory serves me well. I think we were playing it first.