《 Roman 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Dan<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Roman caught sight of the man he'd locked gazes with earlier approaching and he briefly shot him a quick smile mid-way before turning his attention back to the kids as some dramatically groaned about how tired they were while a couple of others ran base bags out to the makeshift field.<br/><br/>"No, Clark, your<i>other</i>left," he chuckled as the ten-year-old turned about like a confused blind chicken. Roman laughed lightly, "You going to run them backwards, too?" he teased with a smile.<br/><br/>"Nooooooooo," the boy protested while laughing along with his coach and friends.<br/><br/>The man had just reached him, and Roman turned his attention to the guard. "Ah, not much, just a little baseball. Nice day. Good to get out," he extended a hand for a shake. He knew the face but it wasn't until Dan introduced himself that he recalled the name.<br/><br/>"Dan. That's it. I recognized you, but couldn't remember your name to save my life. I'm Roman."<br/><br/>He gestured to the kids who were now starting to pick through the equipment. It was a mixture of scavenged and professional gear; the latter emblazoned with the Arkansas Travelers team trademark. An elaborate system of Rock, Paper, Scissors broke out as the kids competed over who was getting to use the official pro gear that day.<br/><br/>"We started, I don't know, sometime early last summer. It was slow going, but once the parents saw it was good for the kids to get out and it was safe, we got a lot more. Not everyone is here today, but," he shrugged with open hands figuring a guard would make the connection between the panic from the day before and the potential of parents be hesitant to let their kids out. He glanced over to Dan with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"We're not in trouble, are we?" he joked to the guard.<br/><br/>"Coach Hale," one of the two tween girls present spoke up from the group. "When are we getting uniforms?"<br/><br/>His attention darted to her. "I don't know, Allie. We've got dibs on the first jerseys that come back with the gathering teams."<br/><br/>"I hope they're purple," she said and another kid retorted with, "Ew, no, I want them to be black," only to be answered by another chiming in for green and a whole debate broke out over what should be the official team colors of the Abendblume Arrows.<br/><br/>"That should keep them busy for a hot minute," Roman chuckled to Dan. "So you're a guard now? Didn't you use to work here before? Fitness center or spa maybe? Either makes you my new hero. I haven't had a good professional workout or deep tissue massage in way too fucking long."<br/><br/>A bunch of the kids swung around to look at Roman. "Cooooach, language!"<br/><br/>"Ugh, right, right. Don't swear. It's bad. Bring me the cuss cap." he conceded with marginal embarrassment. When they brought him the cap and a little pocket notebook he scrawled out a message, speaking as he wrote. "Swearing is unsportsmanlike, Coach Hale owes three trips around the bases and one clean-up after a practice. Now go warm up with some catch." He tore the note out, folded it, and put it in the cap.<br/><br/>He looked back to Dan as the kids moved along, giddy that they'd busted their coach. "Kids don't miss anything, I tell you."