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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 8:06:40 GMT -6
With his arms crossed and his chin raised, Harlow cut an intimidating figure as he stood at the entrance to Yankee Stadium. At least, he liked to think he looked intimidating. In reality, his rotund, jersey-clad figure and painted face made him appear more comical than anything.
Harlow peered over the top of his sunglasses at the crowd, searching for the familiar face of Rudolf Volkov. Though Rolf was in no way late, Harlow was incredibly impatient, and waiting for the other professor was agony. Sounds of pre-game festivities could be heard emanating from the stadium behind him, and he glanced back desperately.
"C'mon, Rolf..." Harlow muttered under his breath, turning back to stare across the crowd. They had gotten the tickets ages ago to ensure they got good seats, and now there was only half an hour before the game started. Finally Harlow sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides as he turned and made his way into the stadium. Rolf was a big boy; he would be able to find their seats by himself.
Harlow glanced at the seat number on his ticket. B241. Easy enough. He made his way through the crowded stadium and down the stairs that led to his seat, bumbling his way through the aisle and to his chair. The fit was a bit tight, but he was used to such things. If it got too uncomfortable, he could always shrink himself a smidge.
A vendor selling beer and hotdogs walked past, and Harlow immediately flagged him down. He paid for the beer and the hotdog and even tipped the vendor a dollar for putting extra onions on his hotdog. As the vendor moved on, yelling about his wares, Harlow leaned back with a grin, beer in one hand and hotdog in the other. Ah, yes... this was the life. Now if only he had a certain friend to enjoy it with!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 12:59:58 GMT -6
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NOTES slightly tardy and a bit meh; sorry | ❝ Rolf carefully juggled a drink of the alcoholic variety, a hot dog and his ticket as he tried to balance his belongings in such a way as to catch the destination written on his ticket. Eventually, guided by quick glances to his ticket and then by the distinctive figure of one Harlow Dee, Rolf reached his seat and sat down heavily. "Hey." he greeted simply as he arranged his possessions for maximum comfort. Most of his eatables were already mostly consumed- Rolf was one of those people who couldn't resist taking a bite here, a sip there as he walked- and that brought a small frown to his face. The problem was soon rectified though, as Rolf promptly flagged down a vendor and restocked his supplies. Finally settled he got to the worst part of the whole game; the ten minutes before the game actually started. Honestly; Rolf wasn't all that into watching sport- he'd much rather be out there and playing himself, however he was never one to turn down possible entertainment and good company so here he was. "So what've you been up to?" Rolf asked as he made himself comfortable. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 8:18:43 GMT -6
Spotting his friend making his way towards him, Harlow waved at Rolf as he reached his seat. "Yo! You made it! Just in time, too." He glanced at the giant screen that was displaying the time until the first pitch. "Ten minutes to spare. Cuttin' it kinda close there, Rolf," he said, though his tone was light and there was a grin on his face.
He took a bite of his hotdog, drowning it with a sip of beer and shrugging at his friend's question. "Eh, you know. Nothing exciting," he said, munching down his meal. "Had a kid sneeze and nearly set the building on fire, but you know how it is." Harlow leaned back in his chair, eyes on the field as the game began. "What about you? Hopefully no students are giving ole White Fang any trouble, eh?"
The game commenced and Harlow watched intently as the players rushed about the diamond in their various duties. One of the Yankee players got a base hit and he cheered, nearly spilling his beer all over Rolf but managing to save it before it could spill. The next man up to bat hit it right to the shortstop, who tossed the baseball casually to the second baseman, who threw it to first.
"A double play already! Can you believe these guys?" Harlow grumbled, shaking his head in genuine disappointment. He took another bite of his hotdog, chewing thoughtfully. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I bet we could play better than those goons down there. Hell, I bet our students could play better."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 5:57:25 GMT -6
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NOTES ------- | ❝ Rolf always had a problem with deadlines and punctuality and whatnot, but he wasn't late (this time) and that was all that mattered. So he simply shrugged off his colleague's comment and took another go at Hotdog the II. He nodded along sympathetically when Harlow mentioned a pyromaniac student, but honestly he had done worse when he was supposed to be in university. A certain afternoon in a grid station came to mind... With a snap he came out of past memories of havoc caused and considered Harlow's question. "Trouble? They're a pain in the ass, but they're not really trouble as of such." Rolf had a pretty odd relationship with his students, but dysfunctional as it was it worked out...mostly. Once the game started there was no time for talk. Rolf let him get caught up in the game, cheering alongside Harlow at the base hit before settling down. It was a short lived happiness however as the very next player decided to play with all the foresight and visual abilities of a bat. A drunk bat. Muttering something less than complementary in Russian under his breath at the blatant display of stupidity, Rolf complained to Harlow. "If you're not gonna hit it out of the park you could at least not freaking gift wrap it and send it straight to shortstop!" Harlow's next comment made him nod along in agreement. "You know, I might have doubts on the athletics of some of those technopaths and phsycics, but even they could play better man. Hell you can blindfold me and I'd place my shots better!" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 23:33:18 GMT -6
Upon hearing Rolf's assessment of his students, Harlow chuckled and took a generous gulp of his beer. "Nothing you can't handle, eh? Well that's good." He settled back in his slightly-too-small seat, content to watch the game for a while. Until, of course, the horrendous double play.
Harlow nodded in agreement with his friend's complaint. "Right? That was terrible." He sighed, adjusting himself in his seat as Rolf continued to talk. At his fellow professor's words, the image of blindfolded Rolf playing baseball entered his mind and he laughed. "You're probably right! Too bad we're not the ones down there playing, huh?"
Though he had meant it as an offhand comment, his own words got him thinking. As the game went on, Harlow stayed mostly quiet, a rarity for him. When the third inning rolled around, he turned to Rolf, grinning slyly at his friend. Anyone who knew Harlow knew that what was coming was probably incredibly dangerous, very stupid, or both.
"What if we were the ones down there playing?" He began, glancing around to make sure no one had heard him. The rest of the fans, however, seemed too engrossed in the game to pay him any attention. "Now, I'm not saying we run down there now," Harlow continued, leaning back casually in his seat, "but we could wait a while. Hide in the bathrooms while the cleaning crew comes through. Then, when it's dark, snatch some of the gear and have a game of our own."
As he finished, he glanced sideways at Rolf eagerly, wondering what his friend's reaction would be.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 8:46:42 GMT -6
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NOTES ------- | ❝ Perhaps it was only supposed to be an off hand comment, but it certainly got Rolf thinking and fantasizing what he would be doing if he was down there- not uncommon for a fan of any sport really. Harlow's proposal though pierced through all of his idle fantasies and sparked off what (unfortunate) acquaintances of the ex-superhero would term 'Hurricane Rolf'. The idea was stupid, pointless and illegal in equal amounts, thus being right up his alley. Giving a smirk that boded nobody any good, Rolf turned towards his friend and partner in crime. "Kicking you ass in the Yankee Stadium? Sounds good to me." Trying for an almost nonchalant attitude the Russian cracked his knuckles, failing to fool anybody on his enthusiasm. "Too bad we won't have an audience really." |
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