Game of A Diffrent Kind (Henri~Harley)

[Jackson Reinken]

Walking into his dorm room and running and hand through his hair; Jackson glanced at his Lacrosse equipment lying in his closet. Might as well blow off some steam from the Rec Room.

Gathering up everything and changing into a pair of Nike shorts, he threw his duffel onto his back and started for the Field. He trudged acrossed the campus not bothered by the walk. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head all at once while he was walking and he realized how his anger was building.

As the green grass hit his shoes; Jackson headed over to the section meant for almost anything. No one was there so he thought he would take the area for himself right now. Lacrosse was played in the freezing cold where his team was from. Taking out his field shoes Jackson put them on lacing them quickly. He took out some green heavy weight balls and his stick. Making sure everythign was ready to go; he noticed how nice the fields actually were here. Not bad.

Focusing on the net his foot raced forwards a couple steps his shoulder blades came forwards quickly and he let out a jolt of energy that rippled through him. The ball flew through the air makign the net shake a bit. His nostrils flared a bit; making him notice the rage he felt. Keeping up the work, he stood for a minute thinking.

[Henrietta Charleston]

Henri was feeling a bit down at what had gone down at the Recreation room. She hadn’t expected the two boys to act like they had. The brunette had seen the protective side of Kevin before, but she hadn’t thought he’d think of Jackson as any threat. She frowned, struggling to understand it all as she sat in her dorm. In many movies she’d seen boys struggling to figure out girls. Henri sighed, at the moment, it seemed quite the opposite. Boys were such confusing creatures! Still, she cared about both of the boys and while she may have been a slight hurt by them, the girl was getting a migraine over it.

In attempts to clear her mind, the brunette went to her current agenda. Getting back in shape for the swimming season was certainly something that was on her mind and the girl decided she might as well go take a jog. She was more of a swimmer than a runner, though with practice, she’d be getting her endurance back up. Besides, she wasn’t in the mood to walk back in the chilled weather to her dorm. Of course, there was always the option of taking a shower at the pool, but Henri wasn’t really up to that either.

Getting into a tracksuit and throwing her hair up into a ponytail, Henri finally slipped her hands into warm gloves. She’d most definitely need those today. Finally, the brunette slipped on her sneakers. They were cross country sneakers and provided a very comfortable step for her. She’d had them for a while and despite her father’s offers to get her a new pair, she refused. Henri liked to use her things for a long time, despite her obvious money situation as she’d read so many articles about people that didn’t have as much as had.

Stepping outside of her house, Henri made it over to the track quick enough. To her surprise, she found a very, very familiar figure tossing something into a net at a very vigorous speed. Henri winced slightly, already seeing the anger in the boy’s throw. Having a small internal argument with herself, Henri finally approached Jackson somewhat hesitantly. “Jackson? Hey…” Her voice was quiet and a bit lame, but she offered him a small smile.

[Jackson Reinken]

Jackson ran his hand through his hair, picking up another ball with his stick. Racing forwards a bit with his shoes digging into the field beneath him, Jackson threw his shoulder fowards. Letting the ball fly through the air it hit the net making it fall over. He stood there pretty happy now.

Running over to the knocked over net he reattached it to where it was suppose to stand. It felt nice to play his sport again; only he had a trick now. He noticed a girl that was coming acrossed the field and shook his head biting his lip in that kind of you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. Releasing another swing of his arms, Jackson let the ball fly through the air.

Hearing a chirp from her voice, his eyes got big as he released another jolt of energy through his swing. I really don't think it's a good idea for us to be talking. Jackson told her as he swung again at the goal, this time missing; and then picking up another ball and hitting the net straight in the middle; sending it rocking a bit. He didn't know what to think of Henri now.