Derby Madness!

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

(Ok, ya'll. This has finally started! XD So do post a starter. I'd like it to be at tryouts, got it?! XD Do interact with others, too, especially characters you think you'd get along with well. So yus! The coach is an NPC, I'll post him in the bios in the RPG stuff section in a sec, so you're free to use him in posts, as well)

"Damn. That's much less of an outcome than I'd wanted."

Jessica was pissed to begin with. First, she woke up with a terrible hangover. Worse than most of the time. And then her... well, she didn't really know what to call him.... told her right out of the blue that he wanted to come to tryouts WITH HER, which was a pain in the ass to deal with. And then there was nobody showing up for tryouts.

Looking up at Grant, her watchacallit, she frowned softly. "It's all your fault, I reckon. Nobody wanted to listen to you being an ass the whole time, so they just didn't come."

Grant really wasn't someone that really looked like someone she'd waste time on. He looked like he came straight from some Abercrombie and Fitch magazine, gorgeous yet annoyingly preppy. And on the other hand... she looked like a hot mess, all hungover looking and alternative. Her friends hated him, too... Tough for them.

She pushed off slightly, her skates already on her feet as she rolled towards the track. But he merely grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back.

"You know, you need to chill out..." He frowned slightly, tugging lightly on a lock of her hair, "I know that your friends don't like me and all, but you don't need to be pushing me away...'

She sighed slightly rolling her eyes but pecking him on the cheek. "God. Fine then. But you better be taking me out later. And paying."

"Fine." Grant chuckled slightly, before letting her go. "Now get on out there, got it?"

Jessica laughed, rolling off while flashing the bird at him playfully. Going over to Aretta, she grimaced at her slightly, groaning. "Another year, huh? Just another season."

[TragicAce]

Ara’s mind was miles away from the Los Angeles roller skating rink. This was only her second year playing this roller derby-which the woman used more for athletic practice than anything else. She couldn’t and wouldn’t allow herself room for fun or companionship like the other women on the team. Aretta had a mission-no, a purpose that kept her awake long into the night and forced her up at the crack of dawn each morning. She would avenge her father.

A woman approached her-a generic punk toughgirl type you often see at these sorts of events-who went by the name Jessica or ‘Boozer’. What surprised Ara most of all was that the smell of alcohol didn’t come from her words as she spoke. It was very rare for the Pivot to come to practice fully sober.

"Another year, huh? Just another season."

The Blocker’s brow lowered. She had expected news from Butch or something more meaningful then an attempt at smalltalk. Boozer should know by now that Beretta doesn’t do smalltalk.

“Pretty boyfriend.” The professional-motorcycler-turned-roller-derbier turned to face her teammate. She didn’t want to appear too interested however, as there was too much potential that Jessica would engage in a lengthy one-sided dialogue about men. Yeah, that’s something Ara really didn’t need right now. She had to change the topic.

“There’s hardly enough girls here to pull together a team this year. And there won’t be after Butch’s first lesson. Push them too hard and we won’t even make it into the league.”

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Jess raised her eyebrows a bit at how Ara was reacting to her. They hadn't really talked much, and she honestly never really felt the need to, but wanted to at least act somewhat nice. "Pretty boyfriend." She commented disinterestedly, and the pivot placed a hand on her hip looking back to Grant but not saying anything. He really was the pretty one in the relationship, and she wasn't denying it. She was just kinda... average.

“There’s hardly enough girls here to pull together a team this year. And there won’t be after Butch’s first lesson. Push them too hard and we won’t even make it into the league.” Frowning slightly, Jess ran a hand through her dark hair, clicking her tongue lightly against the roof of her mouth.

"Yeah, I suppose. Butch is definitely a tough cookie, that's for sure. I'm just wondering how many girls will break noses within the hour." She chuckled, discreetly digging a flask from the waistline of her shorts, taking a long swig from it before tucking it neatly back down. Catching a slight disapproving look from Ara, she merely shrugged. "Hey, at least I didn't down the whole thing right away."

[Eva]

The loud stomping of steel-toed shoes announced the arrival of Butch.

As 'captain', what have you, Butch made it her duty to understand all of the girls as best as she could. This had the effect of making her hate and love them each, depending on how annoying they were. There weren't a lot of girls there, in fact there were barely enough to support a team. "You and you." Butch said, pointing to two thin girls who were standing together. "Come back after you've eaten more than a leaf of lettuce. Go on." she ordered, shooing both of them away. After those two were gone, Butch turned back to the others. "Some of you I've seen before. But most of you, no, you're new. So go ahead, get your skates on and do five laps." she shouted.

Butch had a clip board with the names of those who signed up. She didn't know the names of those two girls she had thrown out, but she'd figure it eventually. The rest of the 'team' looked to be in decent shape, but that didn't matter if they didn't have the fire. She would see who could measure up and who would fall down.