Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 04:33:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">LAUNCH DATE: THURSDAY OCTOBER 27TH @ 08:00 pm EST (http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2011&amp;month=10&amp;date=27&amp;hrs=20&amp;ts=12&amp;tz=local&amp;min=0&amp;sec=0&amp;lang=en&amp;show=dhms&amp;mode=r&amp;cdir=down&amp;bgcolor=%230066FF&amp;fgcolor=%23FFFFFF&amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Launch)</span></span></div><br><hr><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">The COUNTDOWN IS OVER!</span></span><br><hr>If you haven't already, please check out:<br>The OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121074.0) to check up on the latest, plot developments, buzz and wrinkles to the game.<br>The Character Archive (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121075.0), to get a look at all of the approved characters<br>The Main Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121485.0) and for structure and skeleton of the game, RP details and open character positions<br>The Locations Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121484.0), to get a handle on where we are actually playing and<br>The Supplementary Information Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120238.0) to see extra information. <br><br>If you'd like to join, it isn't too late, for sure we'd love to have you.<br><br><hr><hr><br>But for Now, I declare the 'Detroit Pride - LFL - Group RP' Officially OPEN!
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				Title: <strong>Detroit Pride - Launch - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 02:05:00</strong>
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				<em>They were at center field of the new turf installed at Olympia Stadium.&nbsp; The large insignia of a lioness head in light blue contrasted starkly with the vibrant green of the artificial grass.&nbsp; The stadium was relatively small compared to college football, but about average looking at the other venues in their league, it would do nicely.&nbsp; <br><br>Jason found himself looking at the slightly battered group of women standing, kneeling or keeled over, in front of him.&nbsp; <br><br>“That was a good hard run today ladies.&nbsp; I know it probably wasn‘t what a lot of you are used to, but you had better get used to it.&nbsp; If you want to stick around here.” he paused.&nbsp; The try-out had been barely a practice he had put them through a series of drills to assess the basic skills of this crew, that ended in a little scrimmage.&nbsp; He hadn‘t expected much, but they had blown away what little expectations he had held.<br><br>“We will be announcing the team this Wednesday, that‘s in three days from now.&nbsp; You will need to meet in the Board Room at 1:30, be on time, you can always be cut.&nbsp; See you then.”&nbsp; And with that he clapped his hands together and walked away, back towards his new office.</em><br><br><hr><br>That had been the last time he had seen his would-be players.&nbsp; He had spent the next three days, sifting through modelling portfolios, cover shots and tape of the try-outs with the team management, trying to figure out who to bring aboard.&nbsp; It had been a long process, management had wanted to field a team that would have barely made it out onto the field, but he had managed to wear them down.&nbsp; He wouldn’t lie, he was pretty pleased with himself and fairly happy with the results.&nbsp; All of the best players had been more or less selected.<br><br>As he sat in the Board Room at 1:00 on the Wednesday afternoon, Jason Dubine thought about the coming half an hour, he wondered what it would be like to coach this team.&nbsp; He unlike the girls had already signed a contract and it was bugging him that he was officially ’tied down’.&nbsp; He had never liked that.&nbsp; But this was his chance, his chance to make a splash, sure it was in a smaller pond than he was hoping for, but the other fish weren’t too bad to look at.&nbsp; A few of those fish had even offered a themselves to him in exchange for a roster spot.&nbsp; Now he wasn’t going to win any chastity contests but he wasn’t always a man of his word either.&nbsp; All he could say was that every spot had been earned, some albeit in more… satisfying ways than others.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/94/63/946333e7f3553da227a64e018b4ab785.jpg)</div>Jason sat wearing his blue ‘Detroit Pride’ polo and khaki pants, in a chair at the bridge of the large U-shaped table the went around the back of the circular room.&nbsp; He had a stack of white papers beside him and a small remote control in his hand as he tapped his fingers on the desk looking up at the clock.&nbsp; He snapped out of his reverie when the knock came at the door, one of his assistant coaches opened it, first entered the rest of the staff and then the girls began to file in.&nbsp; <br><br>“Ladies, welcome, just stand there.” he said indicating the middle of the ‘U’.&nbsp; Once they all had entered and the doors were shut behind them he stood up to address them.&nbsp; “I thank all of you for your time, I won‘t waste any of it, so let‘s just cut to the chase.” he clicked a button on the remote and the large flat screened TV at the opposite side of the room flickered into life.&nbsp; “If you would all turn your attention to the screen and take a seat if you hear your name announced.”<br><br>The picture began to come into focus as the slow mounting beat of 'Say My Name' (http://'Say My Name') by: Destiny's Child came from the speakers, and an energetic voice sprang into life.<br><br>“Introducing the 2011-2012, Detroit Pride!” the voice boomed.<br><br>When the girls names were announced, the cover photo they had left with management came up on the screen along with their name.&nbsp; Once all sixteen players had taken their seats, Jason stood up, this was the somewhat uncomfortable part.&nbsp; He addressed the twenty or so women still standing.&nbsp; “On behalf of the Detroit Pride, I thank you ladies for trying out, but at this time, you will not be offered contracts.&nbsp; I am going to have to ask you to please leave the room.”<br><br>On cue the door again opened, by the assistant coach, showing the way for them to leave.&nbsp; <br><br>“Please leave??!?!?&nbsp; What the hell! Are you fucking serious?!?” one slender brunette said outraged, with her hands on her hips.&nbsp; “Yes, please leave.” Jason said cooly, “I am sorry, but you were not chosen for the team.”&nbsp; The rest of the rejected also began to murmur their discontent.&nbsp; This was exactly what Jason had not wanted, especially with a few of them, who had, shall we say a little leverage in this situation. <br><br>The girls slowly trickled out of the room, a few at a time, more than a few profanities were muttered.&nbsp; “What the fuck! They picked that bitch?”, “I mean, really, they want to put her in lingerie?!?!”, "Jason.... Call me.", "“I thought they wanted good looking players…. Guess I took the wrong flyer.”<br><br>The door finally slammed shut - but nobody heard- more than a dozen different voices had filled the room all at once, everyone was talking.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 03:53:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Elizabeth de los Santos!</span><br>Then she hugged Eliza as they announced her name and Eliza walked to the seat.<br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Isabella “Izzy” Cipriani!</span><br>Lilah was feeling great,&nbsp; Eliza had made it,&nbsp; ..&nbsp; &nbsp;Heck.. even Izzy had made it.<br><br>but where's my name? &nbsp;Lilah thought.<br><br>She couldn't deny she hadn't felt like hugging Izzy when they'd shown her name on there - but now she was conflicted.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>Izzy was beautiful -&nbsp; </strong><br>although try to tell her that sometime..&nbsp; Lilah mused.<br><br>She gave Izzy an encouraging smile,&nbsp; even enemies needed a thumbs up once in a while, right?<br><br>Lilah waited patiently and finally her name was called.<br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Lilah Norton!</span><br><br>Lilah's smile lit up the room as she headed to a seat between Eliza and Izzy grinning.<br>She turned around as the Quarterback's name was was announced on the tv.<br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Allison Cartier!</span><br><br>Pretty QB Allison Cartier had an infectious grin, Lilah couldn't help but like her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lilah was starting to learn not to judge on first impression - but she figured they were bound to be good friends.<br><br>It wasn't too much later, when all the women not called began complaining - as they walked out of the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some of the things they had said were really nasty, Lilah had to remember that they were just jealous.<br><br>But that didn't stop her from joining the conversations as the teammates began talking when the girls left.<br><br><strong>"Ok so who's glad that group is gone?" </strong>Lilah asked raising a hand.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 05:59:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/melanie-iglesias-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=666)</div><br>Allison didn’t have to wait long to take a seat, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from coming anyways.&nbsp; She had been one of the better players at the try-out, but this hadn’t been a regular try-out had it.&nbsp; She waited patiently through the rest of the names, she was a bit disappointed that neither of her friends had made the cut, but realistically, she wasn’t <em>too</em> surprised.&nbsp; But, she tried to catch the eye of every girl whose name was called, giving each one a little smile.<br><br>As the little production wound down, she turned her attention back to the coach and only then did her smile falter.&nbsp; This was definitely not the best way to handle things, she knew before it happened that things wouldn’t end well.&nbsp; As the commotion started to escalate she was already out of her seat, trying to break things up, but she didn’t really need to.&nbsp; A few plaintiff glances to her friend and she began the trickling of players out the door.&nbsp; ’Thank you’, Allison mouthed sympathetically to her as she led the troupe out.&nbsp; She settled back into her seat, crossing her bare arms on the table infront of her tank top clad chest as she leaned in on the table.<br><br>“Well, you can cut them a little slack,” she said very carefully, “But just a little” she said smile edging back onto her face as she contemplated Lilah across the bell of the ‘U’ shaped table.&nbsp; “But seriously, ‘Did we take the wrong flyer?’” she joked in a slightly high pitched, nasally imitation of the bitter girl’s voice
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DukeJohn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 06:32:54</strong>
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				Jack Barcot leaned against the wall seemingly not paying attention to what was going on around him. However, he was keeping his eyes open, as he would need to write a report in the very near future. This was not a situation he was used to. The LFL had been equated to everything from a circus to a trucker's bar. This was a far cry from the world of "legitimate" sports. Plus, all the people he would be covering were prettier than he was. That was a change he did not mind. <br><br>Jack was wearing a dull, lose grey sport coat over a white oxford shirt and wool slacks. His hair was uncombed although he did manage to shave that morning. Being that he was starting a new job, he had a wide eyed jittirieness about him. Although overall he came off as a bit indifferent to the whole situation. The only reactions from him were quiet guffaws at the jealous girls and Lilah's comment.<br><br>He stood against the wall in the back, examining a fixture. He then turned his head and made eye contact with one of the girls. He looked at her, stone faced for a brief moment before politely nodding and suddenly flashing a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 03:01:14</strong>
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				From anyone else, Lilah would've been surprised that someone wanted to defend the group of angry loud mouth women, but then Lilah remembered one of Allison's friends helping to push the rest of them out. <br><br>Maybe they're not all bad.&nbsp; Lilah thought as she realized Allison still had some friends there- and that those in particular hadn't been mouthing off.&nbsp; &nbsp; In particular Lilah remembered helping one of them get back up after a particularly grueling training activity.&nbsp; Lilah had flashed a smile at the girl but she couldn't remember her name.<br><br>She couldn't help relaxing a little more as Allison let out an imitation of one of the more obnoxiously bitter women that had left.<br><br>Allison's not being divisive - she's simply trying to create a positive energy.<br><br>Lilah considered herself a natural leader- it was easy to see Allison had some of the same qualities.<br><br><strong>"Alright- we'll cut your two friends some slack," </strong>Lilah said laughing, and then calming down.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Sorry that they didn't make it," </strong>she said seriously thinking it was a shame they couldn't have stayed a little longer, - but given the rest of them, maybe not so much... <strong>"they seemed like the only decent ones in the bunch."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 04:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/SerindaSwanCreature-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Yawning, Isabella ran a hand through her hair and shuffled into the room behind a bunch of other girls who's names she couldn't remember. When she'd shown up for tryouts, Isabella had certainly had her share of doubts concerning the the nature of the LFL and the team. However, she missed playing sports and being part of a team so no matter how iffy the situation—and the uniforms—seemed she'd decided to give it her all. Even though some of the drills had been hell, she'd be proud that she had been on of the ones standing at the end rather than being sprawled out on the ground. <br><br>Now though, some of the nerves has returned. Damn if she knew what they were looking for. Did they want pretty girls who could catch, or athletes who happened to be pretty? Oh hell. <strong><em>Chill out Izzy. If you make it, you make it. If you don't, you don't. No biggie.</em></strong> … Right.<br><br>She listened to the Coach's very short and to the point introduction, very carefully NOT looking in Lilah's direction—though that was much harder than one might think—and then turned her attention to the screen as directed. She watched the short presentation cue up with mixed feelings, the loud voice and background music making her a bit antsy. Why couldn't they just post a list and get it over with? <br><br>Rolling her eyes, she shoved her hands in her pockets and waited patiently. When Eliza's name was called she felt a sharp twinge of jealousy as Lilah beamed and hugged the other woman. <strong><em>Not here Cipriani!</em></strong> Thankfully, her inner turmoil was cut short by the announcement of her own name and she felt a weight shift in her chest, making it so she could breathe a little easier. She hadn't realized she cared that much, but she'd really wanted to make the team. Not for the reasons her agent had prodded her to tryout, but for herself. She thrived on competition, and she desperately needed a pick me up after the past few months.<br><br>Returning Lilah's smile instinctively, and trying desperately not to read anything into it, Izzy moved to take her seat. Hearing her former best friend's name announced not long after—as if she'd had any doubt—she felt another small weight shift but decided not to examine that one too much, it would just make her feel terrible and she already had enough going on. Besides, she was here for football. ...mostly.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard the rest of the women announced and found that a good number of them were people she had picked out as being decent. She was pleased to hear that at least. If the team had been filled with vapid, no talent chicks, Izzy would have quit. So, now that that little presentation was over, she wondered what came next.<br><br><em>“On behalf of the Detroit Pride, I thank you ladies for trying out, but at this time, you will not be offered contracts.&nbsp; I am going to have to ask you to please leave the room.”</em> On cue the door again opened, by the assistant coach, showing the way for them to leave.<br><br>Izzy chose that moment to tune out. The dismissed girls were getting loud and making dumb ass comments and while it was mildly amusing, she had little patience for it right this moment. She could understand them being upset but damn, have some class and just leave. Rolling her eyes again, she kept quiet and pulled out her phone. While the others started chatting and whatnot—she only knew two people here and they weren't on speaking terms as far as she knew—she got super “busy” sending a text to her agent and her eldest sister letting them know she'd made it so far and would call them later. It only took like two seconds but the others didn't need to know that. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 10:53:06</strong>
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				Alicia's (http://www.vegasnews.com/wp-content/uploads/62109-ida-ljungqvist-credit-shane-oneal-288.jpg) heart raced nervously as she filed in with all of the girls. Although it wouldn't bother her if she didn't make it, Alicia really wanted to make the team to help her get noticed by modeling agencies. Sure playing football would be fun, but that wasn't her sole reason for trying out. She had heard of other success stories from models who used the LFL to get their foot in the door.&nbsp; As names were called she kept her fingers crossed hoping that she would hear her name and see her picture.<br><br>After a few names were called Alicia was starting to question herself on how well she did during the try-outs. That was until her picture popped up on the screen and her name was called. She grinned, eagerly taking a seat with her new team members. A few 'congratulations' were passed around along with smiles and even a high five. Seeing how excited all the other girls were made her realize that to others, this was serious and meant a lot to them. With that in mind she decided that she would give it her all when she was on the field to ensure that she wouldn't let her team down.<br><br>When there was no longer any names being called and the music had stopped she turned around to see a lot of disappointed faces. Others who didn't take rejection well resorted to talking about the girls who had made the team. Alicia just shrugged and turned her attention back to her new coach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 15:53:30</strong>
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				As 14 names ticked by she felt herself getting a little more anxious, then…<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jessica Carr</span><br><br>“Jesus”, she finally exhaled, what a relief…<br><br>She just stood there for a few moments, then, with a semi-wild fist pump, came a “Fuck yeah!” She glanced around a bit sheepishly, but no less gleefully, as some of the girls (both standing and sitting) shot her a few looks.&nbsp; She slunk quietly into the chair, but a wide grin was plastered to her face, on the end of the ‘U’.&nbsp; She had actually made it!&nbsp; With no football experience whatsoever, she had made it.&nbsp; As the last name flicked across the screen and the music began to die down she looked around for what would come next.<br><br>She had spent the better part of the morning pacing around her living room waiting for a respectable hour to drive to the stadium.&nbsp; Why couldn’t they have just sent out an e-mail it would be so much less nerve-racking.&nbsp; Her hair was wavy today, hanging back over her shoulders as she slumped into the seat.&nbsp; She was wearing a pair of pink converse, leg-hugging purple jeggings and a bright neon yellow raglan short sleeved shirt loosely hanging off one of her shoulders, revealing one of her black bra straps on the other shoulder.<br><br>She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but she really didn’t care for the moment.&nbsp; She was still on her own little high.&nbsp; She couldn’t have cared less what the sour girls said.&nbsp; She had seen gymnasts be way bitchier than that, upon not getting selected.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked around the ‘U’ at the two girls who had spoken, one with her hand raised.&nbsp; Jess let out a tinkle of laughter, but held her tongue, grinning despite herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was still too happy to say anything contemptuous or cleverly cutting.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her gaze came over a man standing behind the coach, leaning against the wall.&nbsp; He looked a tad dishevelled, but with an air of ‘almost put together’.&nbsp; She was just so happy and relieved anything could set her off.&nbsp; His face was rigid and emotionless then at the last moment he winked at her.&nbsp; The giddy nineteen year old couldn’t help but shoot the man back a smile before scanning the room again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 16:25:54</strong>
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				Initially, Valerie Killgrave's eyes widened upon seeing the beginning of the video, then her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at Coach and shook her head.<br><br>She didn't like one bit how Coach handled the cuts.&nbsp; Throughout her life, she had played for all kinds of teams - high school volleyball, college crew, professional roller derby - but never had she seen something like this.&nbsp; After three days away, it didn't make any sense for Coach to bring everyone back in, only to cluelessly and rudely rub the video in their faces and then politely ask them to leave.&nbsp; There was no other way for this to go down except the way it did.<br><br>She did like how she looked in the video when they said her name:<br><br>Valerie Killgrave<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Pauline_Nordin_face_2.jpg)<br><br>Still, the team was made and the girls who didn't make it had to go.&nbsp; Val hugged a couple of the cut players she got to know a bit, consoling them.<br><br><strong>"You never know, someone might get hurt or otherwise quit, and then they might call you in.&nbsp; Just keep in the good shape you are and don't be a stranger."</strong><br><br>But then there were other girls, justifiably angry, unjustifiably causing a scene.&nbsp; Val tried to herd them out the door, but then one of them snapped at her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I mean, really, they want to put her in lingerie?!?!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The speaker was staring right at Val, who responded without hesitation.<br><br><strong>"They sure as hell don't want to put <em>you</em> in pads.&nbsp; The keyword is <em>football</em>, bitch, not lingerie.&nbsp; Come back with your pom-poms for cheerleading tryouts next week."</strong><br><br>Val gave in to her instinct and pushed the cut player forward like she was run-blocking her.&nbsp; It was hard enough to create a domino effect, sending two more girls behind her out the door also.&nbsp; Val slammed the door and locked it, turned around and smiled as wiped her palms against each other, as if she just took out the trash.<br><br>Her big brown eyes twinkled as she took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips while surveying the board room.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Pauline_hands_on_hips.jpg)<br><br>She made eye contact with the reporter.&nbsp; She nodded back at him, acknowledging his presence, but was not being flirtatious about it.&nbsp; Val loved sex but hasn't wanted to be with a man for a long time.&nbsp; As for the players, she couldn't wait to see them in the uniforms.&nbsp; <br><br>She noticed Izzy would be playing defensive line with her.&nbsp; Already, Val was picturing the sexy brunette in a three-point stance by her side.&nbsp; Hopefully they would get to pile up on an opposing quarterback together.<br><br>There seemed to be some kind of tension between her and another player, Lilah, the sultry redhead.&nbsp; Val's nipples stiffened at the idea of the two of them together, preferably on their knees side by side as Val donned a strap-on and made them live to up to their positions on offense.&nbsp; <em>Now that I have both of you babes spread <strong>wide</strong>, time to turn the two of you into <strong>receivers</strong>.</em><br><br>Allison was a cutie, but Val wasn't sure about her being the quarterback.&nbsp; She had the physical and mental gifts - it was the emotional aspects that concerned Val.&nbsp; Val nodded to herself as she decided that she was going to have to protect her QB opposing players as well as from insecurities and blows to her self-esteem.<br><br>There was also some hot chocolate on the team too.&nbsp; Jessica was dark and sexy while Alicia was more of a mocha colored minx.&nbsp; She breathed deeply as she imagined them in the shower, water dripping off their bodies.<br><br>Outside of Val's imagination and in reality, the scene was dysfunctional and chaotic.&nbsp; This was typical LFL, with teams coming and going from year to year.&nbsp; <br><br>It was just like her first days with her previous LFL team, the Baltimore Charm, when they first started their inaugural season last year.&nbsp; They ended up going 1-3, defeating only the other expansion franchise that year, the Orlando Fantasy.&nbsp; <br><br>They didn't have enough as much talent as other teams, but the main issue was team chemistry.&nbsp; Her affair with the quarterback didn't help.&nbsp; Val gave it her all, then thanked the league for the opportunity and told them she wanted out to focus on making physical training videos, preparing for both bodybuilding and fitness competitions, and doing more modeling.&nbsp; What she didn't tell them was that she was getting into being a dominatrix and a wrestling partner.&nbsp; Val already had a decent client base to tie up and whip, or lift and carry, or hold down and pin.&nbsp; But the LFL persuaded her, one of their LFL All-Fantasy honorees, to give it another year with a team closer to her hometown.<br><br>At six feet tall, she stood a head taller than most of the 5'6" players.&nbsp; She put her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly until the talking stopped.<br><br><strong>"Name's Val.&nbsp; Last year, I was with a rookie team.&nbsp; <br><br>"We sucked.&nbsp; <br><br>"We sucked so bad that we lost 60-6 and 33-0.&nbsp; We sucked so bad that we only beat the other rookie team.&nbsp; We sucked so bad that we had the worst point differential of the league.&nbsp; In four games, our opponents scored over 90 more points that we did.<br><br>"You know why?&nbsp; It was because of what you see here.&nbsp; Drama, grudges, no forgiveness, just vengeance.&nbsp; We're starting something new.&nbsp; We have to put the past behind us.&nbsp; We have to move on.&nbsp; We can't have everyone talking and no one listening.&nbsp; We can't have multiple voices, saying different things.&nbsp; We can't have individuals.&nbsp; We need a team.&nbsp; We need multiple voices saying the <em>same</em> thing."</strong><br><br>She let it sink in for a moment before continuing.<br><br><strong>"So let's start now.&nbsp; The one time we won last year, we got amped up during warmups with a chant used by a Super Bowl team, based on a something from U.S. Marines.<br><br>"When I say 'One,' you say 'Two!'&nbsp; When I say 'Win,' you say 'For you!'&nbsp; One (Two!) Win (For you!)."<br><br>"When I say 'Three,' you say 'Four!'&nbsp; When I say 'Win,' you say 'Some more!'&nbsp; Three (Four!) Win (Some More!)."<br><br>"When I say 'Five,' you say 'Six!'&nbsp; When I say 'Win,' you say 'For kicks!'&nbsp; Five (Six!) Win (For kicks!)."<br><br>"When I say 'Seven,' you say 'Eight!'&nbsp; When I say 'Win,' you say 'It's great!'&nbsp; Seven (Eight!) Win (It's great!)."<br><br>"When I say 'Nine,' you say 'Ten!'&nbsp; When I say 'Win,' you say 'Again!'&nbsp; Nine (Ten) Win (Again!).&nbsp; WIN (AGAIN!) WIN (AGAIN).&nbsp; WIN (AGAIN!) WIN (AGAIN)."</strong><br><br>She hoped that her teammates would be making noise together instead of apart or not at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Udontknowme010</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 16:47:35</strong>
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				Rose was nervous.<br><br>That was something one didn't see very often. Years of schooling had ingrained in the young therapist the idea that she had to put out an aura of confidence, or at the least, coldness. This was so she wasn't mistaken as being a weak person...a survival instinct taught from her parents as much as the schooling. And it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing; after all, those years of schooling and of being socially inept had resulted in her having an extensive knowledge of the human body. <br><br>But for all her studies, Rose wasn't fluent in one area: human interactions. It'd have been bad enough if she'd gone the traditional route and become a doctor in a practice, seeing patients one-on-one. Instead, she had applied to be a therapist for a team of people. And she was deeply surprised to have been accepted. Still, the prospect of having to interact with so many people scared her, although she hoped she wasn't needed that often or that injuries wouldn't be too bad.<br><br>And to make matters worse, she knew nothing of football. Indeed, before this whole mess of a decision, she had considered sports to be a waste of time and energy. Thus, when she had been accepted for the position, she had to study for weeks to learn the rules and the ins and outs. She also had to read up on possible injuries, not a reassuring thing to have to study. This only further inflamed the doubt inside her<br><br>So, it was with trepidation that she entered the room with the players. And the other person, who looked like a reporter, a man leaning on the wall. And the coach, who was now her boss. On the way in, she passed the cut players. Their rude comments made her laugh a bit, though she did find it odd they were even there. "So that's how he works..." She said to no one in particular. It was a bad habit of hers to talk to herself, as if she trusted only herself.<br><br>Once inside the room, the therapist looked around at the twelve girls left. "...interesting. So this is the team..." As was a habit, Rose leaned on a nearby wall and began her usual calming-down act of taking mental notes about the weaknesses and strengths of them, from what she could infer. This would be an interesting job to say the least...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 19:28:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/melanie-iglesias-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=666)</div>“To be honest,” she said shrugging, “They weren’t really the sporty type.” she said to Lilah, her friends really had only come along to encourage and support Allison, after all they didn't really need the money.<br><br>“But I do wish that you would‘ve been a bit more careful about who you were pushing.” she said, “Not that I don‘t agree with the sentiment, but…” she frowned a bit and tilted her head from side to side, “Whatever.” she said smiling timidly, at Valerie.&nbsp; But it seemed she was a smidge too late as the tall muscular woman was already into a monologue.<br><br>It wasn’t a bad speech either, a little terrifying, but that was probably just because the linewoman looked like she could curl Allison and then drop kick her half way to South Carolina if she wanted to.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Valerie led into the cheer, Allison was truly petrified.&nbsp; She knew competitive sports, but this was something else.&nbsp; Frozen stalk still in her seat she swallowed hard then looked side to side to see if anyone would join in.&nbsp; Her eyes went back to the imposing woman, she didn‘t want to think about what would happen if no one went along with it.&nbsp; It really wasn't like her to shy away from a moment to speak up for the team, but for some reason she felt her lips glued together and her legs wobbly as jelly.&nbsp; She felt like Valerie was looking directly at her waiting for a response.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Crap</em>, she squirmed in silence in her seat, glancing desperately at the coach.&nbsp; Her eyes almost pleading him to say something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 19:49:04</strong>
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				Valerie Killgrave.&nbsp; Well there had been no way he was cutting here, and this was exactly why.&nbsp; Sure, shoving the girls out of the room wasn’t the smoothest move, but hell, neither was having a multimedia presentation saying ‘You’re Cut!’, but neither of those had been his ideas.&nbsp; He watched them out the door, his eyes cool and collected, waiting until it finally shut. He was about to delve into his little intro, his hands pressed on the table, preparing to stand up when…<br><br>Valerie again.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/94/63/946333e7f3553da227a64e018b4ab785.jpg)</div>He let he go off on them, veteran presence was good on a team, but when she tried to start a cheer, in the middle of his meeting, he thought he had to draw the line.&nbsp; He didn‘t need to, in typical LFL style, the girls were unresponsive to team building in the ‘Rah Rah!’ sense.&nbsp; It did not, however, improve his hopes for the team.&nbsp; The cheer didn’t make it passed the first response.&nbsp; He had gotten a gauge for the girls personalities at the try-outs and he thought there might be one among them who would join in, the spirited QB, Allison, she might have been able to convince the rest to join in the cheer, but no.&nbsp; The silence was deafening, no one even looking up at Valerie.&nbsp; Allison, looked like she was fighting the urge to bolt out of the room, she managed to catch his eye, a pleading look migled with her terror and he decided to step in.&nbsp; He stood up and cleared his throat.&nbsp; He looked Val in the eye with a knowing stare, then a little smile, as if to say, "Nice Try."&nbsp; They certainly had a lot of work to do.&nbsp; He nodded to the empty seat, indicating it was for Valerie.&nbsp; “Alright.&nbsp; So welcome all of you ladies.&nbsp; To the first team meeting for the Detroit Pride.&nbsp; You already know me from the Try-out, I am Coach or Jason.” he said allowing himself a small grin.&nbsp; <br><br>“I‘d like to take the opportunity to introduce you to the rest of the staff.”&nbsp; he paused, “Our therapy team,” he pointed to a pair of individuals standing against the wall by the doors, “Tyler Williams” he indicated a taller African-American man “And Rose Dawson” a slender, bespectacled red-head, “They are some of the best in the business, so if you have any sort of problem, they‘ll take good care of you.” he took a moment to introduce his two assistant coaches, “This is Jack Barcot, he’s our LFL Reporter and he will be responsible for all the press printed about the team.” his jaw twitched a bit as he said it, he thought that Jack would be one of the more popular members of the staff, with all his potential contacts, so he tried to gloss over his introduction.<br><br>“First of all congratulations, but now comes the heavy lifting, here-” he said patting the large stack of papers sitting on the table. “are you contracts, just standard LFL procedure, I am sure you will have no objections.&nbsp; Since you all signed up for this”&nbsp; As he spoke his assistants passed one out to each of the girls along with a pen.&nbsp; He was sure at least one of them would not sign there, that they would want to show it to a lawyer or an agent.&nbsp; “Let me just assure you, that these contracts are non-negotiable and not too unreasonable, so if you are having thoughts of running off to consult someone before signing, go ahead, but there isn‘t much point.&nbsp; You‘ll just be saving yourself time in the long run, by signing now.&nbsp; So.” he picked up his own pen and clicked the back end bringing forth the tip.&nbsp; “If you’d like to, please, just sign on the dotted line.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 00:52:44</strong>
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				Val looked each of the players in the eye, then slightly shook her head in disappointment and took her seat.&nbsp; At least everyone shut up instead of kept bickering or tuning out.<br><br><em>Looks like I'm the only wildcat in this bunch of sheep.&nbsp; In the city with the Detroit Lions, we might as well be the Detroit Lambs.&nbsp; Instead of the Pride, we could be the Herd.&nbsp; And this QB already looks like a deer in headlights.&nbsp; Maybe joining another expansion franchise isn't such a good idea.</em><br><br><strong>"Depends on your definition of 'not too unreasonable,' Coach.&nbsp; Allow me to tell you what the lawyers would tell you.<br><br>"Ladies, don't get seriously hurt, because basically the league won't pay your medical bills.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't wear bras and panties, because the league will fine you $500 for wearing 'additional garments' since it wants shots of ass and tits and pussy.&nbsp; I mean, the league wants shots of 'accidental nudity.' <br><br>"Speaking of fines, miss enough practices and you'll get terminated and hit with a $5000 termination fine.<br><br>"Bitch on facebook or twitter and expect a lawsuit for slander.<br><br>"Lose your uniform and expect charges to be pressed.<br><br>"And don't expect big paydays.&nbsp; The league claims the top players can make almost six figures, but you'll be lucky if you get a few grand for each of the four games.&nbsp; You won't be going pro in this league, not without a union.&nbsp; Don't quit your day job.<br><br>"And don't expect money for gas or tickets for buses and airlines for away games.&nbsp; Don't expect meals more than sandwiches.&nbsp; And don't expect the refs to get every call right without replay."</strong><br><br>Val held the pen in her hand and considered for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders, silently saying, <em>sure, what the hell.</em>&nbsp; She signed the papers, then slid the contract across the length of the table back to Jason.<br><br><strong>"Count me in.&nbsp; So are we going to keep chit-chatting?&nbsp; Or are we going do something that matters like hitting some weights or watching some film or going over our plays or getting some practice in?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DukeJohn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 03:10:02</strong>
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				Jack continued to lean against the wall. He noted the various women in the room's reactions to his presence, so he might have an idea of who he could talk to later. He stood and continued to give off an air of indifference. However, there was one woman in the room who had not reacted to him at present. He slowly approached Rose, who was also leaned against the wall, and whispered in her ear<br><br>"Hmmmm, from looking at you I'm going to guess you aren't on the team. You really aren't dressed for the part. Your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 03:44:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/5981/pen0068x.jpg)</div>Lilah covered a smile as Val told the room how she thought it was.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I wonder if Val and the coach are involved, she couldn't help but wonder, there just seemed like there was a lot of ...tension... there-&nbsp; maybe she was missing something.<br><br>&nbsp; Meanwhile Lilah looked through the contract&nbsp; with a practiced eye.&nbsp; Maybe she hadn't passed the bar before losing her scholarship-&nbsp; but she was definitely a lawyer as far as she was concerned.&nbsp; &nbsp;She went through every line before a few times before finally signing the papers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't completely satisfied but the terms seemed reasonable and delaying the contract signing would just mean that there would be a long wait before anything else got done.&nbsp; She finished and then sent her copy of the papers up the table with a smile, noticing as some of the others took her lead and also signed the papers.<br>I'm finally a member of the Detroit Pride, she thought proudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Udontknowme010</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 03:55:16</strong>
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				Rose listened carefully to the Coach. She had already signed her own contract, which was fair. It wasn't a lot of money but...it helped. She would show her parents that just because she wasn't a traditional doctor, she'd make her way. It was a relief to see the other players signing their own contracts. They would be in for a ride, though she could sense strength from each one. "Hm...." She looked around the entire room, before she noticed one man looking at her. He wasn't a player...what role was he again? She deduced he must be the reporter.<br><br>The way he was acting surprised her...a reporter should have more sense, or so she thought. "As you said, I'm no player. I am the therapist...rather, one therapist for this team. We may be working together and I did read we'd need to know each other...but why do you need my name?" She sounded colder then she had intended but it fit her personality. And besides, he had surprised her. She had seen him eyeing the players. True, he'd need to know them but....the way he looked at them made her nervous. And she hated feeling nervous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DukeJohn</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 04:54:17</strong>
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				Jack let out a slight chuckle at her seriousness. To him, there was nothing to be nervous about as he had participated in much bigger events and this was a bit of a minor league exercise. He gave her a friendly, amused, reply, with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.<br><br>"Well, being that we're going to work together, knowing each others names would optimize our communications would it not? I suppose I could just carry on calling you "you" but that would get old rather quickly, and I wouldn't want to get you confused with all the other you's in the world, would I?" He thought she seemed rather odd, but continued nonetheless "I'm Jack Barcot, the reporter" he wished he had omitted his last name as soon as he revealed it to her. He hoped she did not remember him from his TV days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Udontknowme010</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 05:20:22</strong>
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				Luckily for him...Rose hadn't watched much, if any, TV as a child. She was so pushed by her parents that she never had the chance. Still, she found him revealing his last name to be..interesting. As if he didn't care if anyone knew or bothered him..why was he so free with her? They only just met. These thoughts filled her head for a bit and delayed her response.<br><br>"I see...well, you can call me Rose." She replied. Her reply was simple and a bit curt. "By the way, Jack...I hope you have fun tonight with the team..." She nodded. "I saw how you looked at them." Saying that, without thinking, she turned away and focused again on the Coach and the team. Jack was certainly someone to keep an eye on
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 19:44:22</strong>
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				Jessica, listened as Valerie tried unsuccessfully to pump them up.&nbsp; She wasn’t really one for team spirit, coming from a sport where your ‘teamates’ were just as likely to trip you down the stairs as your competition.&nbsp; But it gave her a little twang of guilt when the enthusiasm of the linewoman was met with stark silence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Oww…. awkward</em> she thought grimacing out of empathy, as Valerie dejectedly took her seat.<br><br>She glanced over the contract that was handed out, really she wasn’t reading it, she just flipped through the pages, not wanting to sign it without at least looking like she was reading it.&nbsp; She had just clicked her pen when, Valerie went off again.<br><br>By the time the rant had finished, the young girl was biting her lip and her pen quivered over the ominous dotted line, she suddenly had the sneaking suspicion she was selling her soul or something.&nbsp; She looked around at the other girls to see if any of them signed.&nbsp; She ground her teeth slowly, her eyes scanning the page over again, not reading it, just feeling the butterflies fly rampant in her stomach.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and quickly scribbled her signature, worried that if she saw what she was doing she’d stop herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally she slid the contract back down the table to the coach, upon opening her eyes she was glad to see hers wasn’t the only one down there.<br><br>She wasn't sure how she felt about practicing at the moment, that would have been really backhanded if they had a practice without any warning really.&nbsp; She looked back up to the coach to see if he was agreeing with Valerie's comment.&nbsp; Clearly though they weren't going anywhere until the contracts were either signed or in the trash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 08:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.celebs101.com/gallery/Ida_Ljungqvist/223980/Ida_Ljungqvist_3.jpg)</div>Watching as the rejected girls were pushed out by Valerie she sat quietly with a raised eyebrow. In response to Valerie's actions there was a bit of prattle until she whistled loudly before beginning what seemed to be a speech. Folding her arms she listened to what she had to say. Although she seemed to listen most of what she said just went through one ear and out the other. <br><br>Once she started attempting to get them to cheer along with her Alicia surveyed the room to see if anyone would join in. No one did so she didn't feel terrible for not at least joining Valerie. It was a bit of a relief to see the muscular woman sit down and their new coach began talking to end the awkward silence that had filled the room. As he introduced the therapy staff she turned around to get a good look at them while offering a small smile at both of them. Then he introduced Jack Barcot.<br><br><em>Jack Barcot...</em> The named sounded so familar but she just wasn't sure why she did, and then it hit her.<br><br><em>The Jack Barcot...the baseball player!</em> Her grandfather loved baseball and Jack Barcot. Maybe later she would be able to get a autograph from him to send to her grandfather.<br><br>After figuring out who Jack was she turned her attention back over to Jason and thanked the assistant that gave her a contract and pen. She had began to look over the contract when she heard Valerie speak up again. Alicia clicked her pen and decided she would read over it herself before signing. The contract seemed to be pretty straightforward to her and she didn't have any reason to disagree so she shrugged and signed on the dotted line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 01:31:14</strong>
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				She glanced up at Valerie as she sat down, she was going to let her cool down for a moment, she just watched her, then she turned to look at the coach, hear him talk about the contract, she was all set to sign, when…<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Depends on your definition of 'not too unreasonable,' Coach. Allow me to tell you what the lawyers would tell you.<br><br>"Ladies, don't get seriously hurt, because basically the league won't pay your medical bills. <br><br>"Don't wear bras and panties, because the league will fine you $500 for wearing 'additional garments' since it wants shots of ass and tits and pussy. I mean, the league wants shots of 'accidental nudity.' <br><br>"Speaking of fines, miss enough practices and you'll get terminated and hit with a $5000 termination fine.<br><br>"Bitch on facebook or twitter and expect a lawsuit for slander.<br><br>"Lose your uniform and expect charges to be pressed.<br><br>"And don't expect big paydays. The league claims the top players can make almost six figures, but you'll be lucky if you get a few grand for each of the four games. You won't be going pro in this league, not without a union. Don't quit your day job.<br><br>"And don't expect money for gas or tickets for buses and airlines for away games. Don't expect meals more than sandwiches. And don't expect the refs to get every call right without replay."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/melanie-iglesias-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=666)</div><br>Val’s tone stuck like little tiny pins into Allison’s mind.&nbsp; They all weren’t that painful but if they ever got pushed in a little further they would really be a problem.&nbsp; Especially the injury part.&nbsp; She had already accepted the accidental nudity part, she knew that side of what she was signing up for.&nbsp; She sort of knew these ugly truths about the LFL but there was something about hearing them said aloud that just made them more real, and made her feel a little bit bad about signing up for it.<br><br>But she thought about it, they weren’t any worse then the ‘shows’ she had ‘danced’ in.&nbsp; Besides she was accustomed to paying her own medical bills.&nbsp; This wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.&nbsp; Reassured by her own reassuring she swiftly scribbled her name, looking up with a slowly growing grin.&nbsp; Buoyed by her own actions, she seemed to be floating in her seat, her grin slowly became her normal enchanting smile.&nbsp; She didn’t however try and catch Valerie’s eye, instead, asking the girl next to her to pass the contract back to the coach.<br><br>She waited hoping for some more direction, she was curious what he had planned.&nbsp; “So what now coach?” she asked placing her palms on the table, showing that she was maybe ready to go, ready for whatever he had coming.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 03:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/demps_will-1.jpg)</div><em>“I‘d like to take the opportunity to introduce you to the rest of the staff.”&nbsp; he paused, “Our therapy team,” he pointed to a pair of individuals standing against the wall by the doors, “Tyler Williams” he indicated a taller African-American man “And Rose Dawson” a slender, bespectacled red-head, “They are some of the best in the business, so if you have any sort of problem, they‘ll take good care of you.”</em><br><br>Tyler had slipped in near the end of one of the player's chants, a grin spreading across his face as he recognized the words. He was a little disappointed none of the other girls had gone for it but he figured it was first day jitters or something. When Jason introduced him he turned that smile on the team, taking in all the new faces with a small wave and nod. Good Lord in heaven there were some beauties in this room! He silently said a prayer in thanks and leaned back against the wall while the coach continued on.<br><br>When the reporter, Jack, approached the woman he was going to be working with he glanced over and finally got a good look at her. <em>Well well... </em> He couldn't fault Jack in the least for taking the opportunity to slip over and chat her up since she wasn't a player. Could have picked a better time but opportunity was opportunity, it didn't always hang around. He was close enough to the pair that he could over hear their conversation without even trying. His eyes were still on the team, watching them casually as they glanced at their contracts and either signed or didn't, and trying to get a feel for their personalities. But hearing the frosty tone of Rose's reply to Jack, Tyler almost shook his head. It was a shame for a cutie like her to be so... uptight. He was definitely going to have to loosen her up if they were gonna work together this season. He was an easy going guy and liked to have a good time. Sure, he could be serious when it was necessary but life was too short to go around all bottled up like she seemed to be. <br><br>Alright. Day 1 and he already had a goal: get Rose to smile. He would have said laugh too but they were takin' baby steps. Besides, he still had to introduce himself to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 03:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/SerindaSwanCreature-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Izzy glanced up from her phone, tucking it in her pocket after hearing Valerie's shrill whistle. Brow arching she listened to the woman's spiel and cheer with a mix of amusement... and annoyance. It wasn't Valerie herself. Really the woman had the right attitude and though Izzy was no cheerleader she was usually more than willing to get behind a team cheer. However, the combination of supreme nerves and distraction caused by Lilah being so close and this being the first day and all... she just wasn't feeling it. And it seemed no one else quite was either as the woman's chant was met with silence and murmurs. <br><br>Turning her eyes to the Coach when he decided to speak up, she did her best to focus. She took in the people he introduced, thinking rather suddenly that the requirements for attractiveness must have extended to the staff as well. Both Rose and Tyler were certainly a treat for the eyes. She didn't think she'd mind training room sessions so much with this team. And then there was the reporter. She didn't know what to make of him. He was certainly attractive as well... but he reminded her of someone, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She would be wary of him anyhow. <br><br>When Jason passed out a contract to her she hesitated all of about 5 seconds before flipping through it and just signing the damn thing. She was no lawyer but they likely didn't want her first born child or anything. After hearing Valerie's breakdown and seeing Lilah sign out of the corner of her eye she felt reassured. She knew about the potential nudity and common sense stuff that a lot of athletes tended to forget about. Really, apart from the legalese, the contract wasn't much different from the one she'd had to sign every year for basketball. Taking it to a lawyer would have just delayed things and likely have meant word getting back to her parents, which was not something she was ready to deal with just yet. She'd tell them... when she was ready.<br><br>Running a hand through her hair, she pushed her contract forward and looked to the Coach again, waiting for whatever was going to come next. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 04:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Olivia_Munn_football_3_small.JPG)<br></div><br>Kumiko Sakamoto lean back in comfy chair.&nbsp; Her English not so good, and not know everything going on, but she make main idea and smile happy!<br><br>Kumiko not sure what big woman with big muscles say, but Kumiko see enthusiasm and she kind of angry too.&nbsp; Kumiko like, Kumiko like very much!&nbsp; Then muscle girl talk in nice rhymes, like in gangsta rap.&nbsp; Kumiko love rhymes that make bop head to phat funky beats, yo.<br><br>When Kumiko clap along, no one say or do nothing, so Kumiko stop and pout.<br><br>Muscle woman talk more nonsense that make everybody think.&nbsp; But not Kumiko!&nbsp; Kumiko no like to think so Kumiko take pen and put big X on paper, like last season with San Seduction Diego team.<br><br>Kumiko see pretty brunette run hand through hair and push paper, so Kumiko do same thing and give up thumb.<br><br>Then Kumiko see big black man looking at her.&nbsp; Kumiko feel blood rush to cheeks, so Kumiko look away and look back at big black man.&nbsp; Kumiko like big black man.&nbsp; Kumiko bite bottom lip and play with hair then make eyes with big black man again.&nbsp; Kumiko smile and blink one eye and lick lips.&nbsp; <br><br>English not so good, but sign language very good!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 05:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/8132/brittneypalmer.jpg)</div><em>Remind me to get another physical - maybe two.</em><br>Lilah thought as she found herself admiring the two therapists, Rose and Tyler, as she made an effort to look away from Izzy as she caught herself staring.<br><br><em>I don't know what's wrong with me, </em>she thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Izzy betrayed me end of story -&nbsp; But I keep looking back at her,&nbsp; am I wrong for holding a grudge like this?&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>She couldn't help thinking back to the days when they used to take on the other dorms - and their money - in card tournament partners play.&nbsp; That was fun - and Izzy and Lilah were always in sync, almost like mind readers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She made an effort to look at someone else. <br><br>Lilah looked over at Alicia as she finished signing.&nbsp; &nbsp; The other runner had easily kept up with Lilah when Lilah set the pace for the laps three&nbsp; days ago, Lilah had been impressed.&nbsp; She wasn't surprised that Alicia had snagged a spot- but certainly appreciated how beautiful the girl was right now.&nbsp; At any rate, she hoped to make friends with her and Allison on and off the field.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She glanced back at Allison.&nbsp; She certainly had the athletic skills to be a great player.. but she'd been a little surprised at the way Allison had crumbled before Val..&nbsp; But perhaps she was expecting too much from the quarterback on the first day.&nbsp; <br><br><em>C'mon Lilah...&nbsp; Give the girl a break.&nbsp; Val had come on pretty strong... and if I'd been in the same sitch I might've reacted the same way </em>Lilah thought optimistically.<br><br>She still hoped for great things from Allison..&nbsp; She hoped to get to know her better when all of this business was over with<br><br>Jessica and Val had been forces on the field that she hoped to better get to know in different ways.&nbsp; Val was a bit intimidating right now- but she figured she was a big softy once Lilah got to know her- a lot of girls were like that.<br><br>Kumiko looked like an interesting girl - but she hadn't had a chance to talk to her-&nbsp; but remembered catching a few from the girl -&nbsp; she had a powerful arm.&nbsp; She hadn't actually heard her speak yet though.&nbsp; Evidently she was the 2nd star here from another team. <br><br>She turned her head as the coach cleared his throat.&nbsp; Apparently he had something else to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 05:33:54</strong>
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				He smiled ruefully at Valerie as she “spilled the beans” so to speak, on the not so lucrative contract they would all be signing.&nbsp; But he was partially glad, anyone who would bargain for more, would simply be let go by management anyways, so he might as well find out who they were in advance.&nbsp; He collected the three contracts that came sailing down the U table to him.&nbsp; “Any other takers?” he asked waving Lilah’s contract in the air, “Come on, it’s nothing you shouldn’t have known or at least suspected before you came to the try-outs.”<br><br>Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jack inching closer to Rose along the wall.&nbsp; He didn‘t really like the reporter to begin with, he wasn‘t hired by Jason.&nbsp; The league assigned each team a reporter.&nbsp; Part of his dislike was that Jack‘s fortunes weren‘t tied to the teams, win lose or draw he would still get paid the same salary by the league.&nbsp; Jason didn‘t like that, everyone should be in the same boat.&nbsp; It didn‘t help matters, that Jack was supposed to be allowed full access to the team; even though he wasn‘t, by the largest stretch of the imagination, part of the team.&nbsp; He didn‘t want Jack in this meeting and it seemed Jack didn‘t really want to be there either, rather be outside trying to chat up the therapist.&nbsp; He held his tongue, turning back to the players.&nbsp; “Come on, you‘re going to let what Kill-joy over there said” he used the spin-off her last name “stop you from doing what you came here to do?” he asked rhetorically, nodding at Valerie.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/94/63/946333e7f3553da227a64e018b4ab785.jpg)</div><br>Sooner than he had expected, he had a large stack of paper back beside him.&nbsp; He patted the pile, heavily.&nbsp; “So what now Coach?” he looked up to meet Allison‘s comment.&nbsp; “Well,” he said in a&nbsp; measured voice.&nbsp; “First practice tomorrow at 3 o‘clock pm, I suggest you get here early, you’ll have access to the team change rooms, so you can leave your things in there, we don't exactly get practice gear but there will be pads and helmets in there for each of you, but we won't be using that really, not just yet, so wear anything you aren't afraid to get dirty.&nbsp; Oh and don’t be late. Because, if you do get here late… well, don‘t get here late.” he said with a shrug, “Now that the business is out of the way; I would suggest, that you all go home, or go out, celebrate, get drunk, get to know each other whatever it is you do for fun, because tomorrow the work begins.” he clapped his hands together.&nbsp; And then after a moment, “You can go now…” he said with a dismissive, little wave of his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>As the players began to clear, one of them hung back.&nbsp; The sturdy looking blonde (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121075.msg5300114#msg5300114), Elizabeth de los something.&nbsp; She was one of his girls, one of the <em>players</em>.&nbsp; He was suddenly worried, she had a look on her face and a contract in her hands, it didn’t look signed.&nbsp; “Here, come with me.” he said grabbing the other contracts and leading her into his office.&nbsp; He felt he was about to have his first “coach” talk.<br><br><hr>As they emerged ten minutes later from his office, they both wore the grim expression.&nbsp; Jason regretfully nodded as he watched one of the more promising athletes turn down the spot.&nbsp; Life could really be a bitch sometimes.&nbsp; But he affirmed the young Canadian:&nbsp; "When you come back, as long as the team is still in Detroit, and as long as I'm still in charge, you still have a spot, if you want it"<br><br>Jason extended his hand and shook, a nice firm handshake, he couldn't help but frown a little out of disappointment more than anything else as his running back slipped out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 03:32:05</strong>
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				Val would have liked to do something constructive, like watch video or make plays or work out at the facility, but she could always just lift at her home gym and watch old games before evening festivities.&nbsp; Celebrating seemed like a good idea.<br><br><strong>"Count me in for going out.&nbsp; I'll be at Stripes around 8-ish.&nbsp; It's Ladies' Night.&nbsp; It's awesome.&nbsp; In more ways than one."</strong><br><br>Val nodded to no one in particular, then left the board room to hop on her bike to run some errands.<br><br>***<br><br><strong>"Ohh!&nbsp; Kumiko love drinking!&nbsp; Kumiko love... Wrong Island Rice Tea!"</strong><br><br>She bounced in her seat excitedly, and turned to Lilah.<br><br><strong>"Do you rike Wrong Island Rice Tea, too?"</strong><br><br>After a bit of chit chat, Kumiko also left the board room, but not without stopping by to say goodbye to Tyler.&nbsp; She stood by him, looking up a bit despite being fairly tall herself, and took his hand in both of hers.&nbsp; She squeezed his hand with a surge of energy as she smiled widely and pressed her breasts up against his muscular arm.<br><br><strong>"My name Kumiko.&nbsp; You come tonight, okay?&nbsp; You come in me at Stripes.&nbsp; Understand?&nbsp; You come in me, okay?&nbsp; Please?"</strong><br><br>She smiled wider and nodded, eyes twinkling, looking hopeful that he would accept her invitation.<br><br>***<br><br>Val showed up early at Stripes and flirted with some of the women there.&nbsp; She had a nice buzz going by the time other team members started arriving.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Pauline_Nordin_jeans_2_small.JPG)<br><br>She had her entertainment already, though.&nbsp; Kumiko was standing on a round table in front of the bench of Val was sitting on.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Olivia_Munn_red_dress.JPG)<br><br>The exotic Asian-Caucasian beauty danced on the table and used it as her own little pedestal and stage.&nbsp; Two glass mugs half-filed with icy brown liquid were in her hands.<br><br><strong>"Wrong Island Rice Tea!!!"</strong><br><br>Val couldn't stop laughing.<br><br><strong>"Kumiko got here five minutes ago."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 07:46:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vegasnews.com/wp-content/uploads/62109-ida-ljungqvist-credit-shane-oneal-288.jpg)</div><br>Alicia was way too excited to really do anything but celebrate. She had heard that the local bar Stripes was a pretty fun place and Valerie seemed to back that up so she would drop by later on and see for herself if Stripes was any good. After Valerie left she heard Kumiko speak for the first time. It was obvious to her that Kumiko didn't know much english, but she knew enough to communicate. Although it would be quite rude to laugh she held back a small chuckle as Kumiko seemed to be attempting to invite Tyler to Stripes. <br><br>"Well I guess I see some of you guys if you come out tonight. Bye everyone!" She said with a smile as she got up from the table waving at her new teammates and the others in the room. Once she was out of everyone's view she fist pumped before running and clicking her heels together. "Fuck yeah!" She semi-shouted as she tried to contain her excitement. <br><br><strong>_________</strong><br><br>She had arrived around 9ish, wearing a tight black dress. Alicia had hoped that she would be able to get to know some of her teammates a little more while they were out. Approaching the bar she ordered a screwdriver and scanned the bar searching for any sign of her teammates. By the time she had got her drink she had spotted Kumiko and Valerie. She joined a laughing Valerie on the bench and sipped her drink.<br><br>"Wow five minutes ago? She wasn't kidding when she said she liked to drink!" Alicia said with a chuckle. "I guess I should formally introduce myself, my name is Alicia Keating." She switched her drink into her other hand and extending it to Valerie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 02:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/demps_will-1.jpg)</div><br>As Tyler observed the various girls, noting their mannerisms and whether they followed the lead of others or charged forward blindly, his eye was caught by the Asian hottie. He didn't know her name, he wouldn't memorize names until he'd talked to them unfortunately, but he likely would if the way she flirted with him was any indication. His mouth kicked up in a half smile and he lifted his chin in acknowledgment of her wink.<br><br>When Jason wrapped things for the day Tyler still hadn't been sure what to make of the “team”. He supposed time would tell whether they would click into a cohesive unit or if they would fall to bickering and drama between them. In some ways his success was tied to theirs—if the team got canned after the first season he was out of a job—so he had vested interest in seeing them do well, which meant he would try to help in whatever way he could. As a physical therapist he would likely hear some of the gossip and have players vent to him on occasion, it was just the way of things. Hell, even guys did that. He just hoped they got it together soon. He'd seen the sheets on some of these girls, some of them could really play. It would be a shame to see them sent on their way because they couldn't get past petty stuff.<br><br>He heard Valerie chime in for a team gathering of sorts at Stripes and thought it might be a step in the right direction. Some of these women needed to loosen up! Chuckling to himself he watched them carry on a bit more, the Asian girl... Kumiko was her name apparently, seemed enthusiastic about going out as did a few others and he thought it might be a treat to get to see them cut loose. Of course, he had no intention of intruding on their plans. Though that did leave the question of how he was going to spend his night. He was still new to the area and with all his friends left behind, he had yet to venture out anywhere.<br><br>With a shake of his head Tyler started to turn to address Rose, to introduce himself to her now that she seemed all but done with Jack. Though before he could actually speak he was approached by Kumiko. She took his hand in hers and he smiled at her, <strong>“Wassup love?”</strong><br><br>She squeezed his hand and pressed close enough that Tyler got a pretty good idea of her bra size from the feel of her chest against his arm. <br><br><em>"My name Kumiko.&nbsp; You come tonight, okay?&nbsp; You come in me at Stripes.&nbsp; Understand?&nbsp; You come in me, okay?&nbsp; Please?"</em><br><br>It would have been rude to laugh, but it was hard not to. The girl's English needed some serious work. She kept talking like that and she might end up with more than she bargained for. Of course, there was always the possibility that she might have meant exactly what she said... <strong>“I'll try sweetie. Can't promise though.”[/i] He patted her hands with his free one and grinned as she went off. Damn... </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 02:10:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/SerindaSwanCreature-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Izzy'd had about enough of this. Pretending she wasn't still into Lilah was a joke. She knew she'd screwed up, but she didn't know how to fix it. Her last attempt at that had just gotten her in deeper trouble so she wasn't exactly eager to repeat the process. It was because of her that Lilah was here and now she was sitting her like she had a stick up her ass all because she didn't know what to say to the woman. This was not like Izzy at all. She and Lilah should have been laughing and joking and goading the team into joining in with silly cheers and all that fun stuff but instead, Izzy was stuck sitting next to her while feeling like they were a million miles apart.<br><br>Jaw flexing, she tried to put her issues out of her mind. She had to get past this. Apparently Lilah already had, if her mood was any indication, and there was no reason she needed to keep ripping herself apart with guilt if the other woman was doing fine. Right?<br><br>Deliberately taking a deep breath she focused in on the coach as he attempted to prod the other girls into just signing and getting it over with. This wasn't some grand deal. It was just a chance, a stepping stone on the way to something else. There wasn't enough to be offered of withheld that anyone should have some big issue with things. Of course, that was just her take on it. <br><br>After he seemed satisfied with the returned contracts, the coach announced practice for tomorrow and Izzy felt a flutter of excitement. She was used to working hard. It would feel good to get back to that. Coach also suggested the girls either rest up or go out to celebrate and it seemed that others were up for some fun later on. She knew she hadn't been the friendliest person today so she should probably try and&nbsp; start over with the others. <br><br><strong>“Alright. I could use a little fun, count me in.”</strong> She stood and couldn't help but glance at Lilah. <strong>“See y'all tonight.”</strong> She said to no one in particular and shoved her hands in her pockets. Leaving quickly she let out a relieved sigh, feeling her nerves drain away as she moved down the hall. Tonight had to be better.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 03:18:57</strong>
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				She nodded slowly to the coach her frown lightening into a little grin.&nbsp; “Ok, Coach, we can see you tomorrow then.” she said as he dismissed them.&nbsp; “And don‘t worry, we won‘t be late.” she said with a little chuckle to herself.&nbsp; Then she looked over at the rest of the girls who had already broken into conversation, making plans for the night ahead, meeting up at Stripes, the local Bar.&nbsp; She gladly allowed them to take the lead in arranging things, deciding it would be better for her to go along with them, she needed to get her footing a little better.<br><br>She first tried to catch up to her friends who had not made the team, but they had already left, or so it seemed since she was unable to find either of them around the complex.&nbsp; She left them both messages on their phones, but neither returned her call, so she headed out at just after nine, to meet up with her teammates.<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDean8AWqpA/Tf76q5ysgAI/AAAAAAAAD80/Os-NFHkW1OM/s1600/Melanie-Iglesias-hot-wallpapers%2B%25285%2529.jpg)</div>She arrived at Stripes, not really sure what sort of evening it would be, so she was wearing more comfortable then the other girls she saw awaiting her.&nbsp; A cute flowing shirt that revealed her shoulders but not a lot more and a pair of little black shorts that left little to the imagination, leading to a pair of simple flats.&nbsp; <br><br>She almost guiltily walked over to the other girls, she couldn’t hardly mistake Valerie for anyone else as she walked up to the trio who were stationed around a table, or two around one on the table.<br><br>Allison chose a seat at the table right beside theirs, but she pulled it out and turned it to face them sliding nimbly down.&nbsp; “Hey there.” she said with a&nbsp; little wave, and a smile to the three of them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 15:30:59</strong>
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				Val took a swig of the Scotch in her hand as she leaned back into her seat.&nbsp; A small crowd of onlookers had started surrounding the short table Kumiko was dancing on, and the staff had already arranged for some lighting to highlight the half-Japanese girl's sexy movements.&nbsp; Camera phones were out taking pictures and video of Kumiko, being immediately uploaded to youtube and other websites featuring dancing babes.<br><br>Kumiko alternated drinking from each of her mugs, then gave the empties away to a couple of guys who felt lucky to get such souvenirs.<br><br>Without even trying, Kumiko was doing what she always does and what she was mainly hired to do - somehow finding a way to get people to pay attention to her, and by extension the team.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before one of her fans recognized who she was and figure out what was going on with Kumiko after Japan and San Diego.&nbsp; <br><br>Anyone who read Kumiko's Wikipedia entry or fansites is aware that she was a model in Japan that was involved in a sex tape scandal which made her lose her fashion model career yet made her more popular, and that she played for the LFL's now-defunct San Diego Seduction which led to her posing in Playboy.<br><br>Even though she had the attention of plenty of men and a few women, Kumiko still looked to the door to see if the therapist would walk through.&nbsp; Just thinking about him turned her on and it was evident in the way she moved her body, from the arching of her back to the motion of her ass.<br><br>The very presence of Val seemed to erect an invisible barrier around Kumiko.&nbsp; Val was mostly smiling and laughing, but looked serious when someone got too close to Kumiko, flexing her arms as she sipped her single malt Scotch whiskey.&nbsp; She squinted her eyes and clenched her jaw, almost suspiciously and possessively, when an onlooker moved near her teammate.<br><br>When Alicia arrived, Val's bodyguard vibe seemed to disappear and her features softened noticeably.&nbsp; Val stood up and shook Alicia's hand.<br><br><strong>"Valerie Killgrave, but please call me Val."</strong><br><br>She motioned to the bench, offering Alicia a seat, then joined her, crossing her legs and turning her body toward Alicia.&nbsp; Val set her arm along the top of the back of the seat behind her teammate.<br><br><strong>"You had quite an impressive tryout, Alicia.&nbsp; You have some good moves and great hands.&nbsp; You might be the fastest one on the team.&nbsp; You are also looking smoking hot in that dress.&nbsp; You seemed pretty enthusiastic about making the team.&nbsp; I have a feeling you'll be a great fit."</strong><br><br>After Val spoke, she licked her lips then took another sip of her drink, keeping eye contact with Alicia over the glass.&nbsp; Val set her hand holding the drink on her own denim-covered knee before licking the whiskey off her lips again.&nbsp; For a moment, Val took her time checking out Alicia's features, especially those full lips, deep brown eyes, smooth skin, and a complexion similar to Val's.&nbsp; <br><br><em>It's almost like I'm looking at a girly version of myself.&nbsp; I like her.</em><br><br><strong>"I am thinking you excelled at a sport other than football though.&nbsp; Like, with me, before I got into weight lifting and football and rugby and roller derby, I loved playing volleyball in high school, but I wasn't good enough to play in college.&nbsp; So how about you?&nbsp; What did you play?&nbsp; Also, you seem relatively young - are you in school now?"</strong><br><br>Val intentionally revealed little of her own background and gave Alicia a chance to talk about herself in the same way for a bit.&nbsp; She wanted to listen to what Alicia had to say about herself, but also wanted to hear the sound of her voice.&nbsp; Val also nudged closer to Alicia to hear her better over the noise of the bar, leaning in after moving her hair behind her ear.<br><br>With Val distracted, Kumiko's audience grew a bit more bold and inched closer.&nbsp; Kumiko looked over their heads toward the door one last time, but didn't see Tyler.&nbsp; Her smile turned into a pout for a moment, but she brightened up almost immediately when she got down from the table to join her team.<br><br><strong>"Yay!&nbsp; More Pride girls come!"</strong><br><br>Kumiko gave the quarterback a big warm hug and pressed her cheek against her.&nbsp; Flashbulbs went off around them.<br><br><strong>"Hi, Arrison!&nbsp; Kumiko so happy you come celibate!&nbsp; Look so pretty!"</strong><br><br>She then went to the halfback and sat down next to her on the opposite of Val.&nbsp; Kumiko gave her a hug too, more from behind and resting her chin on Alicia's shoulder for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Aricia!&nbsp; You look like hot babe, too!&nbsp; Very very booty full!" </strong><br><br>Kumiko gave Val a high five, then turned to Allison and took her hand, having her come sit on the bench with them, so that four members of the new Detroit Pride team - Allison, Kumiko, Alicia and Val - sat in a row.<br><br><strong>"More drinks!&nbsp; Party time!&nbsp; Woo!"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 11:56:48</strong>
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				Alicia had to admit that she wasn’t expecting Val to be so outgoing, Val’s muscular body type was quite intimidating not to mention that she was taller. However she was glad that she had talked to her instead of just assuming that she would be some type of bully.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=122848.msg5434274#msg5434274">Quote from: vin26m on 05-11-2011, 15:30:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You had quite an impressive tryout, Alicia.&nbsp; You have some good moves and great hands.&nbsp; You might be the fastest one on the team.&nbsp; You are also looking smoking hot in that dress.&nbsp; You seemed pretty enthusiastic about making the team.&nbsp; I have a feeling you'll be a great fit."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;“Thank you!” She said with a grin. “I don’t know about being the fastest though, that Lilah was pretty fast as well.” Alicia said humbly, she wasn’t the type to let things go to her head. She always felt that if she made it big that she wouldn’t forget where she came from or obtain a huge ego. “I feel like I overdressed, but thanks Val.” She smiled enough to expose her pearly whites before taking a sip of her drink.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=122848.msg5434274#msg5434274">Quote from: vin26m on 05-11-2011, 15:30:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I am thinking you excelled at a sport other than football though.&nbsp; Like, with me, before I got into weight lifting and football and rugby and roller derby, I loved playing volleyball in high school, but I wasn't good enough to play in college.&nbsp; So how about you?&nbsp; What did you play?&nbsp; Also, you seem relatively young - are you in school now?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Her face lit up when Val mentioned volleyball. “You played volleyball? I loved playing volleyball! I tried a variety of sports like track, soccer and swimming but I really didn’t care too much for those sports. Volleyball just felt like my calling, but when I got to college I decided to put my classes first. I still play for fun though, maybe me and you can play together sometime.” She sat back some, feeling more relaxed now. “I’m going to take my classes online now so I can still graduate on time and give all my time to our team.”<br><br>Alicia was starting to feel as if she was rambling now. Luckily for them Kumiko had stopped dancing to come speak to them. <br><br>“Thank you Kumiko! You look good, you’re going to have to teach me how to dance like you!” Alicia looked over at Allison and waved back. “Hey Allison! Nice to see you came, I’m starting to think the other girls aren’t coming.” Alicia hoped they would come so that they could all get to know each other before practice tomorrow. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 13:01:36</strong>
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				<strong>"Lilah is pretty fast.&nbsp; In general we seem to have a lot of talent on the team."</strong><br><br>Speaking of Lilah, Val considered asking her teammate if she sensed tension between Lilah and Izzy, but she decided not to, at least for now.<br><br><strong>"I just hope everyone gets along as well as we are getting along, Alicia.&nbsp; Stripes may be considered a sports bar, but lots of ladies here dress up like you.&nbsp; If I had curves like yours, I'd overdress all the time!"</strong><br><br><em>With curves likes yours, I would love to see what you look like <strong>without</strong> that dress on.</em><br><br><strong>"I loved volleyball, too.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure they only took me on the team because I had an early and intense growth spurt.&nbsp; I was almost six feet tall in my freshman year, so mostly I did blocking.&nbsp; I wasn't particularly good at any other aspect of the game.&nbsp; I'm kind of like that with football, too.&nbsp; I can't do much with a football, but I'm good at getting in the way of people or getting people out of my way.&nbsp; I don't handle balls well.&nbsp; I prefer to handle someone's body, making her do what I want her to do."</strong><br><br><em>And making her feel what I want her to feel.</em>&nbsp; Val took another sip of her Scotch as she let the statement sink in.&nbsp; <em>Would this beautiful woman pick up on my double meaning?&nbsp; And would it be too forward for her?</em><br><br><strong>"I would definitely love to play volleyball with you.&nbsp; Maybe after practice or during a warm-up we can bump together.&nbsp; I'm sure if we wanted to play competitively bad enough we could find a league of yuppies or something, too.&nbsp; Do you prefer beach volleyball or court volleyball?"</strong><br><br><em>Should I imagine wiping sand off your bottom while you wear a bikini, or giving your butt a celebratory pat while it's in tight spandex shorts that hug your sweet ass?</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 19:18:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDean8AWqpA/Tf76q5ysgAI/AAAAAAAAD80/Os-NFHkW1OM/s1600/Melanie-Iglesias-hot-wallpapers%2B%25285%2529.jpg)</div><br>Allison couldn’t help grinning when Kumiko came up to her so warmly.&nbsp; She was quickly sitting with the other girls up on the bench.&nbsp; “Well, I hope more people come, it‘s not much of a team experience when not even half of the team shows up.” She said, asking the bartender for a Cosmopolitan, then turned listening in to Alicia and Valerie’s conversation about volleyball.&nbsp; She, herself, hadn’t played since senior year of high school, but she had been pretty good.&nbsp; She didn’t want to ‘butt in’ on their convo, so she just leaned in a bit and listened propping her head up on her right arm as she looked to her left at her teammates.&nbsp; <br><br>“I used to play volleyball,“ she finally added, trying to ease into the conversation, “But I gave it up for soccer after high school. I go to the University of Michigan, just down the way“ she motioned vaguely with her head, “How long have you two been in the city?&nbsp; You three.” she amended including Kumiko, but she seemed to be a little in her own world, so Allison didn’t really expect much of an answer from the erratic asian woman.&nbsp; She took a little sip, covering her mouth a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 20:27:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/1889/brittanypalmer.jpg)</div><br>Lilah came a little late to the party -Though her make up was expertly reapplied and she was wearing a sexy black dress- anyone who knew what to look for - could tell she'd been crying.&nbsp; &nbsp; She'd gotten off the phone with Eliza to find that she was heading up north to handle an emergency- that she wasn't sure how long she'd be gone-&nbsp; &nbsp;indefinitely being the word she used.&nbsp; &nbsp;During the discussion it came up that Lilah would have to find another place to live - as Eliza really couldn't permit her to use one of the family places for an extended period like this without her being there.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was bad enough that Eliza wasn't joining the team at this point in time-&nbsp; but she was leaving.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>Sometimes it seemed like the world was so unfair-&nbsp; just when things were starting to turn around for me again.</em><br><br>Lilah felt like the last place she wanted to go - was Stripes- but felt like she owed it to her new team to at least try and put up a positive face.&nbsp; Not showing at all would be even more demoralizing - and it really wasn't fair to them -&nbsp; it wasn't her fault that she had to move her stuff out the next morning.<br><br><em><br>What am I going to do?&nbsp; </em>she wondered, as she forced a smile on her face and pushed the door open, heading straight for the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong><br>"Hi all.</strong>"&nbsp; She said in a voice that wasn't quite in step with the enthusiastic woman who'd made it through tryouts with them.&nbsp; - It was a good imitation...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:23:11</strong>
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				Jess was a little anxious about going to the sports bar.&nbsp; She still wasn’t legally allowed to drink alcohol, not that she really wanted to that much, but she hoped they would just let her into the bar.&nbsp; She opted not to change, she hadn’t yet unpacked her ‘going out’ clothes yet, and besides she still looked pretty cute.&nbsp; Besides, her aunt and uncle wouldn’t like her leaving the house in anything too outrageous, the modelling was one thing, but real life that was another.<br><br>So she left their house at 8:45 ish, but sadly… she got lost.&nbsp; Who knew one such popular bar could be so damn hard to find.&nbsp; It took her nearly half an hour to figure out how she had twisted and turned herself around.&nbsp; Finally she finally got to the front doors of Stripes.&nbsp; Here was the dilemma.&nbsp; She could easily pass for 21, and she was legally an adult at 19, but she didn’t quite feel right, especially with that ominous bouncer.&nbsp; Finally, she plucked up her courage and walked up the front door and just tried to go in.&nbsp; Stopped by the bouncer and prompted for ID, she hid her panic.<br><br>“I left it in my purse.” she said, with an innocent look that could have tranquilized a horse at twenty paces.&nbsp; “Do you think you could, maybe, let it slide this one time?” <br><br><hr><br>A few minutes later she strutted into Stripes, fairly pleased with herself.&nbsp; She found the other girls pretty quickly.&nbsp; “Hi girls.” she said with a genuine looking smile.&nbsp; “You don‘t mind do you?” she asked sliding onto the bench without waiting for a response.&nbsp; “Jessica Carr” she said, this time more civilly, trying to make a good impression “How are you guys doing?” she asked casually, giving Lilah, who was closest a litle pat on the shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 07:59:35</strong>
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				Alicia smiled brightly at Val. "Curves like mine? Val you have a nice body yourself! You could overdress too!" She said as her eyes glanced over Val's body. She wasn't usually into muscular types like Val but to be honest she found Val to be sexy in her own way.She nodded as Val talked about volleyball, she all most didn't catch what Val was trying to say. After she stopped to think about it she couldn't help but to grin, it was nice to know that she wasn't the only one interested in women.<br><br>"I really enjoy both but I love playing beach volleyball. Just seems like more of a challenge when you're in the sand." She said with a nod. "We should definitely play after practice sometime." It would be nice to play a game or too. Maybe the other girls could join in too if they wanted.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=122848.msg5438908#msg5438908">Quote from: saphina on 06-11-2011, 19:18:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I used to play volleyball,“ she finally added, trying to ease into the conversation, “But I gave it up for soccer after high school. I go to the University of Michigan, just down the way“ she motioned vaguely with her head, “How long have you two been in the city?&nbsp; You three.” she amended including Kumiko, but she seemed to be a little in her own world, so Allison didn’t really expect much of an answer from the erratic asian woman.&nbsp; She took a little sip, covering her mouth a bit.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Maybe you can play with me and Val sometime, it'll be fun!" She said turning slightly toward the rest of the girls. "I haven't really been here long, I'm renting an apartment near the stadium so I can be close." It was nice to get a chance to talk to all the girls. Hopefully everyone could get along like Val had mentioned earlier. Especially if they wanted to be any good this year.<br><br>"Hey Lilah!" She said with a friendly wave. Lilah didn't seem as happy as she was a few hours earlier when they got the news that they had made the team. Alicia didn't want to ask in public seeing that it might be something that she was trying to hide, but she would definitely check up on her later.<br><br>"Hi Jessica! We're just kind of hanging out and getting to know each other." She said warmly.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganna Natsume</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:41:58</strong>
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				Lilah flashed a more recognizable smile as Jessica greeted her, and Alicia said 'hey.'&nbsp; &nbsp;These were good people, she was glad she came.<br><br>Leaning forward slightly, making her voice softer so it wouldn't be heard by 'everybody' in the bar,&nbsp; she asked. "So um- if you know anyone looking for a roommate... Let me know?&nbsp; &nbsp;I've kind of lost my place to stay.. and have to move out by noon tomorrow."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Lilah wasn't sure if she should mention how and why&nbsp; she was being evicted...&nbsp; but if someone asked- she'd let them know.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eliza had certainly left her in a jam-&nbsp; and everyone would know that the blonde Canadian girl had elected not to sign by tomorrow anyway. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 02:43:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/serinda-maxim-2-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">A little hesitant, Izzy made her way to Stripes, running late as usual. If it wasn't practice or a workout of some sort, she was usually late, it never failed. She used to use Lilah as a gauge and occasional alarm clock but that was no longer an option given the current circumstances. Thank god her teachers liked her or she'd have been in big trouble. Her agent also knew to tell her times 30 minutes ahead of actual appointment times so she arrived early rather than late. Tonight she was later that usual though... having spent way too much time wringing her hands and trying to talk herself out of her nerves. <br><br>Sighing she glanced down at herself and ran a hand through her hair. She hadn't dressed up in anything fancy or done anything special with her makeup. Like most things, she kept it simple. Having been a late bloomer, Izzy pretty much had ignored most of the girlier stuff until college. She could do her makeup and choose decent outfits because her mother and older sisters had drilled it into her, but most times she didn't bother. She still felt most comfy in jeans and sneakers, though for tonight she had at least switched out her nikes for a pair of black stiletto knee boots.<br><br>Getting past the bouncer wasn't an issue for her. She smiled, let him check her ID and moved on, not bothering to flirt or anything. She was still a little nervous about seeing Lilah here but, as she reminded herself for the ninety-ninth time, she wasn't here for her. She was here to get to know her team and to hopefully make a better impression than she had earlier that afternoon. <br><br>Spotting her new teammates, she worked her way toward them, a wide smile on her face. She'd missed her former friend's announcement so she simply stepped close with a cheery, <strong>“Hey guys.”</strong> She waved and took each of them in, even Lilah, her smile never faltering. Wow, her team was hot... boy was she gonna feel like the ugly duckling this season. Course, that was nothing new really. Despite this, Izzy realized she was actually glad to be out.... and with girls rather than gross guys at that! She hadn't had much fun in the past few months and she hoped that tonight she would get to let go of the stress she'd been holding onto like a shield of sorts. <br><br><strong>“Sorry I'm late,”</strong> Her smile turned a bit sheepish, <strong>“I'm Isabella Cipriani by the way. You can call me Izzy though.”</strong>&nbsp; Feeling only a little bit awkward she tucked her hands into her back pockets. <strong>“So... did I miss anything good?”</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Detroit Pride - LFL - Main IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 15:07:26</strong>
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				Kumiko had been glancing at the door looking for Tyler, but noticed a different familiar face walk in.<br><br><strong>"Rirah!"</strong><br><br>Starting to feel the alcohol more intensely, Kumiko half-walked and half-stumbled toward Lilah, finally wrapping her arms around Lilah while using her to support her off-balance body.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite feeling more giddy and less coordinated than usual, Kumiko picked up on Lilah's emotional state.<br><br><strong>"Aww, something bother Rirah?&nbsp; Something wrong?&nbsp; No worry about problems now, okay?&nbsp; Rirah come join team have fun, yes?&nbsp; Everything be okay.</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, Val's heart was pounding.&nbsp; She was enjoying every moment of the chemistry she was feeling with Alicia.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Curves like mine? Val you have a nice body yourself! You could overdress too!" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Thank you,"</strong> said Val, almost in a whisper.&nbsp; Val took great pride in her body and it was actually pretty rare that someone not in the industry complimented it.&nbsp; "Maybe you could pick out something you'd like to see me in, sometime.&nbsp; Of course, if you did that, I would have to do the same for you."<br><br>Kumiko stood behind Lilah and put her hands on her teammate's shoulders to guide her to somewhere to sit.<br><br><strong>"Rook, everybody, Rirah here!&nbsp; Yaay!"</strong><br><br>Val had been returning Alicia's grin when Kumiko started clapping excitedly.<br><br>Val looked at Lilah's eyes, smiled and waved at her.&nbsp; <em>Hmm, something's off with Lilah.&nbsp; Something about Izzy, perhaps?</em>&nbsp; Val also got a waitress of the bar to take Lilah's drink order.<br><br>Val turned to Allison, letting her join in on the conversation.&nbsp; She was enjoying the one-on-one with Alicia, but tonight was about getting to know the team.&nbsp; She would have to find a way to get Alicia alone later.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I used to play volleyball," [Allison] finally added, trying to ease into the conversation, "But I gave it up for soccer after high school. I go to the University of Michigan, just down the way."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I really enjoy both but I love playing beach volleyball. Just seems like more of a challenge when you're in the sand."&nbsp; [Alicia] said with a nod. "We should definitely play after practice sometime." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>You got that right, honey.&nbsp; Would love to play in the sand with you.&nbsp; Even without a volleyball.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Maybe you can play with me and Val sometime, it'll be fun!" She said turning slightly toward the rest of the girls.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Oh, yes, it would be fun to 'play' with the whole team, but I'm not getting a sense that Allison likes girls.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[Allison] motioned vaguely with her head, “How long have you two been in the city?&nbsp; You three.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Val responded first.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm actually from Windsor, which is just across the border into a piece of Canada that is south of Detroit.&nbsp; I used to go back and forth between Detroit and Windsor.&nbsp; My family owned a bunch of property on both sides.&nbsp; For the past few months, I've been living in a loft in a warehouse in Detroit where I also run my business."</strong><br><br>Kumiko pouted a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"Kumiko not here very long.&nbsp; Kumiko come just before tryouts start.&nbsp; Stay in hotel few days, but need to find place for sleep and baths."</strong><br><br>Val's eyes went wide for a momentat Kumiko's statements.&nbsp; After a bit of silence, Val finally spoke.<br><br><strong>"You know, Kumiko, staying at a hotel is expensive and finding a place will take some time.&nbsp; You want to just crash at my place?&nbsp; I actually have plenty of room.&nbsp; I could probably house the whole team at some point while we're at it.&nbsp; I've been through hard times myself, but I've always gotten help from friends and even people I barely knew, including my teammates from the Baltimore Charm last year.&nbsp; Really, it's no trouble, and I want to.&nbsp; It would just be me paying back favors, but to others who need it."</strong><br><br>Val looked at the team after she made the offer, studying the reactions of Allison, Alicia and Lilah.<br><br>Kumiko squealed in delight then leaned over to hug Val.&nbsp; Alicia was between them and got caught in the embrace.&nbsp; Even Alicia's face was sandwiched between the faces of Kumiko and Val.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you so much, Val!"</strong>&nbsp; Kumiko finally withdrew, fixing Alicia's hair in the process.&nbsp; <strong>"Kumiko no have car.&nbsp; Val give Kumiko ride after practice tomorrow?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Yes, of course.&nbsp; I'll bring my truck instead of my bike.&nbsp; It will be no problem."</strong>&nbsp; Even though Kumiko pulled back, Val was still pretty close to Alicia, and she lingered there for a moment, enjoying the proximity and Alicia's scent.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So um- if you know anyone looking for a roommate... Let me know?&nbsp; &nbsp;I've kind of lost my place to stay.. and have to move out by noon tomorrow."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>So that's what was troubling Lilah.&nbsp; Or is it something else, too?</em><br><br><strong>"Well, in that case, Lilah, we'll have you moved into my place before practice at 3:00 tomorrow.&nbsp; Just to warn you, though, I have some construction going on.&nbsp; Only a couple of rooms are finished and I still need furniture.&nbsp; At least the bedroom is done, but right now I only have one bed."</strong><br><br>She looked over at Alicia and added with a wink, <strong>"A California King sized bed."</strong><br><br>Jessica and Izzy arrived soon after.&nbsp; <br><br>Jessica was another young one, like Allison and Alicia, still at the age to be going to college.&nbsp; Val's initial impression of Jessica was not very positive.&nbsp; She didn't play defense and was a terrible blocker.&nbsp; Jessica also seemed like the type who was there solely for the publicity.&nbsp; But once the girl had a football in her hand, she was very tough to bring down, using her agility to either evade tackles or slip out of them, even out of Val's grip during tryouts.&nbsp; At some point, she would comment to her, <strong>"Great tryout, Jessica.&nbsp; For someone who's never played football, you really know how to avoid getting taken down.&nbsp; During practice tomorrow, I have some drills in mind that will make you even better and some plays to really show off your ability."</strong><br><br>From her tryout, Val considered Izzy a kindred spirit, someone who loved to take down quarterbacks as much as Val did.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, Izzy.&nbsp; I had no doubt and high hopes you would make the team.&nbsp; I can't wait to crush some quarterbacks with you.&nbsp; I already have some film on our opponent that would help us.&nbsp; Also, would you happen to be available tomorrow before practice to help move Lilah out of her apartment?"</strong><br><br>Eventually, Kumiko would try to get everyone to the dance floor.&nbsp; She had gotten friendly with the DJ and persuaded him to play a bunch of songs she liked.&nbsp; <strong>"Everyone, come dance with Kumiko!"</strong>&nbsp; She reached out for hands to take them with her.<br>
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