Geoffrey Gavin Brand (gavins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-09-02 20:19:00

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DOIN' STUFF. THINGS.
To say that Geoff was distracted during the practice would’ve been putting it very nicely. It had been obvious from the get-go that he wasn’t on the top of his game, but halfway through the practice he had missed an easy hit and thrown his bat to the ground in frustration, speeding off the pitch.

His head was throbbing, at least in part from the knocking it had taken the night before from the latest batch of people that he owed money to -- but also because he knew he’d hurt Savannah’s feelings. She had been -- and still was, really -- important to him, but he wasn’t going to drag her into the middle of his own stupid problems when things seemed to be lining up for her. As much as he hated to think it, she might actually be happier with Seth. At least he didn’t owe an inordinate amount of money to people who were perfectly ready and willing to ruin his career by ruining one or several of his body parts.

He grunted hard and threw his jersey into his locker sulkily. He knew it was stupid, keeping this thing a secret and not asking anyone who could possibly have bailed him out for help -- but Maggie had her own problems that had just settled down, and it wasn’t as if anyone had made him do these things, right? What business was it of anyone elses’, anyway? He looked into the mirror of his locker out of the corner of his eye.

Idiot, he thought. Stupid, useless idiot.

He’d been playing like one, at least.

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llewellyns
2013-09-03 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Carys was not the most patient of people, a quality that should have stopped the Caerphilly Catapults from naming her captain. She knew deep down that it was her father's name that had gotten her the position, but she'd be damned if she hadn't worked her ass off these past two years. So even though she did not notice that Geoff had flown off the field until a bludger whacked the end of her broom and she'd spun around about ten times.

When she'd finally regained her focus and the stadium had stopped flipping, Carys blew her alarmingly high-pitched whistle and zoomed down toward the locker rooms. This guy was not going to disrupt her practice and break her best friend's heart all in the past twenty-four hours and get away with it.

"Brand," Carys said loudly, pushing the door open and letting it bang off the wall, "I know that you're ready to off yourself because you're a big damned idiot, but can it wait until after my practice?"

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gavins
2013-09-07 06:56 pm UTC (link)

Really? That's what she wanted to come in here and start with? Not 'what the hell was that about', not 'you're off the field for the rest of the season', but this petty little -- as if she knew anything about the reasons that he had for breaking up with Savannah, as if she'd even bothered to ask because they were teammates.

He should've expected it, but it just made him angrier. It wasn't like he deserved any better, but -- he didn't want to drag Carys into this even if she was going to try and put her nose in it over Savannah. He tamped down any smartass comments that he'd had brewing and took a deep breath in.

"From what it looked like, I wasn't doing much while I was out there anyway."

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llewellyns
2013-09-15 01:11 am UTC (link)

"Well, I could've told you that."

Carys stomped over to stand in front of Geoff, hands pressed hard onto her hips. What she really wanted to do was hit him with her shin guards over and over again because he was a bloody idiot for dropping Savannah like he did. Her lovely, wonderful, crazy intelligent best friend did not deserve the pigs that she always ended up dating. Savannah saw the best in people and look what these scum bags did; they just stepped all over her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Carys said lowly. She had of course noticed Geoff's erratic behavior on the field and she was more in tune with his personal life than the rest of the squad.

She made a quick look toward the locker room door before speaking again. "You're a bloody mess on and off the field, so I suggest you get whatever the hell it is off your chest now, or start getting used to that bench---it's all you'll be riding for a while if you don't give yourself a kick in the ass."

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