11 - Game of Two Halves

[thinkb4ublink]

[Filtered away from people who've murdered since Slater's arrival (November)]

Right. Football. That game where you use your foot to move the ball about, not that American nonsense where your foot hardly touches the bleedin' thing. [How can you in good conscience even call it that, people, really?] Any one you lot know how to play?

[OOC: If you fear that you can't remember or it was under wraps for whatever reason, feel free to have Slater either forget/not know about it.]

Comments

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Everyone has a stick and two nets and it's very violent.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Well, uh, no stick and let's keep the violence to... uh... make sure they started it, so we're covered. But yeah, hitting the ball in the back of the net oughta do it.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

So it's kicking only?

How is this sport not violent?

And besides, you can be as violent as you like as long as you can make it look like the other team started it in the hockeyball. Talking of which...

Do girls play?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Well, you try an' kick the ball and not the other players' shins.

Yeah, there's girls' leagues.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

That's what they say...

Are the girls violent at it? Because we never beat the girls at hockeyball. Don't even think of making me captain.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Girls who play hockey are violent at it, but no, I mean, we weren't really 'llowed play with them, so they might have been at school, or something.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh, right.

We usually play against the girls.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yeah... that never ends well.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Last time I played, someone lost an ear.

[said oh-so-casually. Like a scrape on the knee.]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Least wasn't you, mate. [What he's heard about the girls' hockey team, this is not surprising.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

True enough.

I did have to take all the demerits for my team inflicting a bunch of injuries, though. Hence why I'm not being captain.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Thinking the warden needs me to have job anyway.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Does organising sport count as one? It probably would.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

It's just this thing. I got a job regular in the library.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You don't seem very Blue

What did you do normally in life? Something in a library?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

No. I'm a retired cop.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Is that, uh, police?

Oh.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yup. [And seeing that Slater is exactly the kind of policeman that Eddie should be worried about, he doesn't take offense.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You don't seem very Yellow, either.

Can I ask why you're an inmate, by any chance?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

So what, that leaves red? [He's figured out that's something to do with vision.]

Uh... smugglin', shady dealin' mostly.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I'm Red. I'm not sure you're that, either. You seemed a little Green to me, but that's only from a distance.

...Although on consideration, you probably are a Yellow.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's not really an insult.

[it kinda is. but ssh]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, kid.