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I'm talkative this week. Here's a modified versions of the Drabble I posted for this week's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday challenge - themed around "Patterns" - it's the first I've done in awhile.
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Title: The Code
Characters: Willow, Xander, Cordelia
Spoilers: BtVS Season 2 or 3
Disclaimer: Property of Mutant Enemy
Theme: Patterns
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Clearly, his time as a soldier had paid off far more than they’d expected.
Willow looked on as Xander avoided bullet after bullet, jumping, tumbling and ducking. He returned fire, sending his enemies flying. For some, it was just a game. But Xander’s focus and concentration were unmistakable – his progress unstoppable.
“You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it. What’s your secret?”
“Ah, Will, a magician never reveals his secrets.”
Cordelia put down her Cosmo. “Oh please, there’s only one pattern here. Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start."
“What? I had a Nintendo too!”
A.N.: The above is the famous 'Konami Code', useful for almost every game the company made, as a way to get your characters super powers. Or, in the case of "Contra" 30 lives instead of 3.
I think, maybe this would have been a little funnier if it were with Fred, Gunn, and Cordy instead. I kind of picture HS Cordy calling it "No-Friend-O" and making fun of Xander for playing it, but then grudgingly joining in with him because it looked like fun.
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So yesterday was the first Preseason game, and the Olympics are coming up. And I love basketball. But my favorite sport has almost always been baseball.
I've got pretty ambivalent feelings about MLB, these days. As I've grown up, I've come to identify more and more as being a DC fan, and I can't root for Baltimore's team. But I also know DC will never get a team as long as Angelos owns the Orioles.
But baseball was always less a spectator sport for me than football.
Way back in the dark ages, I used to play a little. Of all the various sports and games I've played, nothing has ever matched the feeling I got from smacking the crap out of a baseball. Athletically, I'm not sure anything takes more skill than hitting a well thrown ball.
That said, I was never particularly good. I still play softball on occaison, which is nice, because I cannot, cannot, cannot hit a varsity quality fastball. Given my lack of footspeed, I generally played at either Third Base or Right Field.
I was blessed with some ability, though. I've always had an exceptionally strong throwing arm. And decent power mechanics - part of the reason I played Right instead of left. I'd really have liked to pitch, since no athlete in Team Sports has more control over a game than a National League pitcher. Unfortunately, while I have a remarkably strong throwing arm (I can still toss over 70 MPH despite not having trained in years) I haven't anything resembling accuracy.
Damn. I really have to get to the batting cages.
open_on_sunday challenge - themed around "Patterns" - it's the first I've done in awhile.----------------------------------------------------------------------
Title: The Code
Characters: Willow, Xander, Cordelia
Spoilers: BtVS Season 2 or 3
Disclaimer: Property of Mutant Enemy
Theme: Patterns
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Clearly, his time as a soldier had paid off far more than they’d expected.
Willow looked on as Xander avoided bullet after bullet, jumping, tumbling and ducking. He returned fire, sending his enemies flying. For some, it was just a game. But Xander’s focus and concentration were unmistakable – his progress unstoppable.
“You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it. What’s your secret?”
“Ah, Will, a magician never reveals his secrets.”
Cordelia put down her Cosmo. “Oh please, there’s only one pattern here. Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start."
“What? I had a Nintendo too!”
A.N.: The above is the famous 'Konami Code', useful for almost every game the company made, as a way to get your characters super powers. Or, in the case of "Contra" 30 lives instead of 3.
I think, maybe this would have been a little funnier if it were with Fred, Gunn, and Cordy instead. I kind of picture HS Cordy calling it "No-Friend-O" and making fun of Xander for playing it, but then grudgingly joining in with him because it looked like fun.
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So yesterday was the first Preseason game, and the Olympics are coming up. And I love basketball. But my favorite sport has almost always been baseball.
I've got pretty ambivalent feelings about MLB, these days. As I've grown up, I've come to identify more and more as being a DC fan, and I can't root for Baltimore's team. But I also know DC will never get a team as long as Angelos owns the Orioles.
But baseball was always less a spectator sport for me than football.
Way back in the dark ages, I used to play a little. Of all the various sports and games I've played, nothing has ever matched the feeling I got from smacking the crap out of a baseball. Athletically, I'm not sure anything takes more skill than hitting a well thrown ball.
That said, I was never particularly good. I still play softball on occaison, which is nice, because I cannot, cannot, cannot hit a varsity quality fastball. Given my lack of footspeed, I generally played at either Third Base or Right Field.
I was blessed with some ability, though. I've always had an exceptionally strong throwing arm. And decent power mechanics - part of the reason I played Right instead of left. I'd really have liked to pitch, since no athlete in Team Sports has more control over a game than a National League pitcher. Unfortunately, while I have a remarkably strong throwing arm (I can still toss over 70 MPH despite not having trained in years) I haven't anything resembling accuracy.
Damn. I really have to get to the batting cages.