iii [ All of his life, Yogi had truly believed his gymnastics training would have no real value in the real world. Sure it was a kind of awesome set of skills to have and he could really impress people at parties (the splits were always a hit), but for the most part they were only good for keeping his scholarship and having fun.
Who knew they were really quite so useful in a game of laser-tag? He hadn't even meant to get involved, just minding his own business with his music playing on his way home from a practice session when he'd come across a barrel and been summarily tagged. He wasn't proud to say he had run around more than a little panicked with the lights dancing all over him, but after a moment he spotted other people running around with the same guns from the barrels, and it clicked.
Oh, this was a game! And he loved games.
Which was how he ended up running through the city, back flipping dramatically, or tumbling out of the way - none of which he was sure his coaches would have approved of, but he looked cool doing it! He made his way into the park, choosing to hide behind a tree and catch his breath. Except he hears something. Someone. Now was his moment!
He leapt out from behind the three, leveling his weapon with what he liked to think was a very fierce and heroic sort of pose. ]
Got you!
iv [ Popcorn and sweets and soda, hurray! He knew he was being a little naughty eating this sort of stuff, but he had just spent a good chunk of timing running around the city, so surely he had earned himself a treat! He hummed as he picked up little bits of this and that, wondering if any of his friends were around to share with, or maybe he could make some new friends!
He squeaks when the lights go out, hating the dark, and he shifts nervously in place, even when the movie begins to play on the dome. He looks around, wondering what to do, because movies were no fun without anyone to watch with. Eventually he shuffles his way over to a shape lit up by the reflected light of the movie, smiling over his armload of goodies. ]
Yogi | Karneval
iii
[ All of his life, Yogi had truly believed his gymnastics training would have no real value in the real world. Sure it was a kind of awesome set of skills to have and he could really impress people at parties (the splits were always a hit), but for the most part they were only good for keeping his scholarship and having fun.
Who knew they were really quite so useful in a game of laser-tag? He hadn't even meant to get involved, just minding his own business with his music playing on his way home from a practice session when he'd come across a barrel and been summarily tagged. He wasn't proud to say he had run around more than a little panicked with the lights dancing all over him, but after a moment he spotted other people running around with the same guns from the barrels, and it clicked.
Oh, this was a game! And he loved games.
Which was how he ended up running through the city, back flipping dramatically, or tumbling out of the way - none of which he was sure his coaches would have approved of, but he looked cool doing it! He made his way into the park, choosing to hide behind a tree and catch his breath. Except he hears something. Someone. Now was his moment!
He leapt out from behind the three, leveling his weapon with what he liked to think was a very fierce and heroic sort of pose. ]
Got you!
iv
[ Popcorn and sweets and soda, hurray! He knew he was being a little naughty eating this sort of stuff, but he had just spent a good chunk of timing running around the city, so surely he had earned himself a treat! He hummed as he picked up little bits of this and that, wondering if any of his friends were around to share with, or maybe he could make some new friends!
He squeaks when the lights go out, hating the dark, and he shifts nervously in place, even when the movie begins to play on the dome. He looks around, wondering what to do, because movies were no fun without anyone to watch with. Eventually he shuffles his way over to a shape lit up by the reflected light of the movie, smiling over his armload of goodies. ]
Um, excuse me, can I sit with you?