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11/1/2011 10:54:58 PM
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Hey.
Anyone here...? Ah well. This is a fanfiction, not an RPG (as the title has stated). Hockey RPGs have been tried before and they turn into fanfictions...so, here's my attempt.
This is a fanfiction of a set of players in the CCEML, the Canadian Co-Ed Major League. It is a hockey league for, as the name suggests, players of both genders. Players range from 15 to no age limit, though above 30 is rare.
There are 10 teams in the league, with seasons of 42 games in length. Two conferences exist, the West and East. In the West are the Regina Pats, named after their WHL team, the Vancouver Armada, the Saskatoon Blades, Calgary Reapers, and Edmonton Storm. In the East, there are the Windsor Steel, Winnipeg Jets, after their old and new NHL team, Ottawa Saints, Toronto Lightning and Montreal Bulldogs.
The fanfiction will follow the story of the Toronto Lightning. This is because the old RPGs used to follow teams from the greater Toronto area.
If this gets posted, I'll introduce some of the players that will be followed in the fanfiction.
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Hey.
Anyone here...? Ah well. This is a fanfiction, not an RPG (as the title has stated). Hockey RPGs have been tried before and they turn into fanfictions...so, here's my attempt.
This is a fanfiction of a set of players in the CCEML, the Canadian Co-Ed Major League. It is a hockey league for, as the name suggests, players of both genders. Players range from 15 to no age limit, though above 30 is rare.
There are 10 teams in the league, with seasons of 42 games in length. Two conferences exist, the West and East. In the West are the Regina Pats, named after their WHL team, the Vancouver Armada, the Saskatoon Blades, Calgary Reapers, and Edmonton Storm. In the East, there are the Windsor Steel, Winnipeg Jets, after their old and new NHL team, Ottawa Saints, Toronto Lightning and Montreal Bulldogs.
The fanfiction will follow the story of the Toronto Lightning. This is because the old RPGs used to follow teams from the greater Toronto area.
If this gets posted, I'll introduce some of the players that will be followed in the fanfiction.
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11/3/2011 10:33:23 PM
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Or not. I'll introduce characters as I need. I'm feeling lazy...so I'll just introduce a character today.
Name: Ibis Douglas
Age: 22
Team: Toronto Lightning
Position, Number: C, 4
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, about 5' 6"
Personality: Somewhat brooding and introverted, Ibis' defining personal traits are her determination and self doubt. She prefers company of few, but is much more open when she is.
Biography: Born in Queens, Ibis moved to Canada to pursue her dream. A late round pick, she was forced to work her way through the roster. Commonly called a fan favourite, Ibis is expected to try to compete for even higher minutes on what is expected to be a mediocre Toronto team.
Playing Style: To say she's fast is an understatement. Ibis is one of the fastest players on the ice game in, game out. She is also very determined and will never give up. This results her in being all over all the time. While she is prone to injury, Ibis has been a fan favourite to the teams she has been on.
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Name: Ibis Douglas
Age: 22
Team: Toronto Lightning
Position, Number: C, 4
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, about 5' 6"
Personality: Somewhat brooding and introverted, Ibis' defining personal traits are her determination and self doubt. She prefers company of few, but is much more open when she is.
Biography: Born in Queens, Ibis moved to Canada to pursue her dream. A late round pick, she was forced to work her way through the roster. Commonly called a fan favourite, Ibis is expected to try to compete for even higher minutes on what is expected to be a mediocre Toronto team.
Playing Style: To say she's fast is an understatement. Ibis is one of the fastest players on the ice game in, game out. She is also very determined and will never give up. This results her in being all over all the time. While she is prone to injury, Ibis has been a fan favourite to the teams she has been on.
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11/6/2011 3:24:55 PM
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Adding a few more...this should be enough to get me started in writing story without adding characters without proper intros
Name: Meia Gisborn
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Team: Toronto Lightning
Position, Number: D, 1
Shoots: Left
Appearance: Chin length brown hair, dyed light blue. Blue eyes, 5' 7". Off the ice, she her attitude to her personal life, her wardrobe consists of anything that the team and their sponsor asks.
Personality: Meia's life has left her cold to everyone around her in order to avoid getting stung again. Everything she does is for the team. Social actions are considered meaningless to her and any non-required discussions are avoided.
Biography: As a child, Meia was constantly surrounded by media. She took an interest in hockey very quickly and began being hyped as the next major sensation at a very young age. Near her 18th birthday, however, both her parents were killed in a car crash. Right after, she was given a major injury from an off-ice accident, causing her to lose almost an entire year's worth of playing time. Toronto signed her as a future prospect and are hoping she regains on-ice form.
Playing Style: If you've thought about what elite talent was without a proper toolbox, this is it. Meia is fast, skilled, and intelligent enough to use them properly. However, personal setbacks have stalled it all out. While there have been knocks on her discipline as a player (taken unneeded penalties, getting into fights that don't help), the elite potential more than makes up for it.
Name: Kirant Dracon
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Team: Saskatoon Blades
Position, Number: LW and G, 42
Shoots: Left, Catches Right
Appearance: Short straight black hair, blue eyes, 6' 0". While not playing, he favours comfortable clothes, loose fitting.
Personality: Kirant is a team player. On and off, he's always looking to go in 100%. He's quiet unless he's near friends.
Biography: Born in Saskatchewan, Kirant was excited to be drafted by the Blades. While there, he's been taught to play multiple positions when needed. He has been seen as a backup goalie and a capable Left Wing. Despite his loyalty to the team, however, there have been rumours of movement in the near future.
Playing Style: Kirant as a left wing is a physical, grinding player. He lacks top end finish and puck handling skills, but he more than makes up for it by protecting his team mates from harm and dropping the gloves when needed.
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Adding a few more...this should be enough to get me started in writing story without adding characters without proper intros
Name: Meia Gisborn
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Team: Toronto Lightning
Position, Number: D, 1
Shoots: Left
Appearance: Chin length brown hair, dyed light blue. Blue eyes, 5' 7". Off the ice, she her attitude to her personal life, her wardrobe consists of anything that the team and their sponsor asks.
Personality: Meia's life has left her cold to everyone around her in order to avoid getting stung again. Everything she does is for the team. Social actions are considered meaningless to her and any non-required discussions are avoided.
Biography: As a child, Meia was constantly surrounded by media. She took an interest in hockey very quickly and began being hyped as the next major sensation at a very young age. Near her 18th birthday, however, both her parents were killed in a car crash. Right after, she was given a major injury from an off-ice accident, causing her to lose almost an entire year's worth of playing time. Toronto signed her as a future prospect and are hoping she regains on-ice form.
Playing Style: If you've thought about what elite talent was without a proper toolbox, this is it. Meia is fast, skilled, and intelligent enough to use them properly. However, personal setbacks have stalled it all out. While there have been knocks on her discipline as a player (taken unneeded penalties, getting into fights that don't help), the elite potential more than makes up for it.
Name: Kirant Dracon
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Team: Saskatoon Blades
Position, Number: LW and G, 42
Shoots: Left, Catches Right
Appearance: Short straight black hair, blue eyes, 6' 0". While not playing, he favours comfortable clothes, loose fitting.
Personality: Kirant is a team player. On and off, he's always looking to go in 100%. He's quiet unless he's near friends.
Biography: Born in Saskatchewan, Kirant was excited to be drafted by the Blades. While there, he's been taught to play multiple positions when needed. He has been seen as a backup goalie and a capable Left Wing. Despite his loyalty to the team, however, there have been rumours of movement in the near future.
Playing Style: Kirant as a left wing is a physical, grinding player. He lacks top end finish and puck handling skills, but he more than makes up for it by protecting his team mates from harm and dropping the gloves when needed.
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11/9/2011 11:31:22 PM
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--Saskatoon--
*Ring*
"Zzz..."
*Ring*
"...It's too early for this..."
*Ring*
"..."
*Ring*
"...Fine. Hello?"
"Hey kid"
"...Jim...I'm in my 8th year of pro hockey..."
"Probably shouldn't have called you so early, huh?
"..."
"Just get down to the GM's office ASAP, okay?"
"Fine..."
Rolling himself out of bed, Kirant got up and started to get ready to leave. It was unusual circumstances...the end of preseason generally gives players a great chance to sleep in and rest. What was even more unusual, his agent decided to call him "kid" again. Despite being a surrogate parent for the time he spend in Saskatoon away from family, he drop that pretty soon. No point getting worked up about it though...probably just saying it for old time's sake.
Kirant drove himself down to the arena...the place never seemed to change. From the first time his parents took him to a Blades game until now...though, there were unusually high number of media around the arena given the time of day. No matter though...he was off to see the GM...for whatever reason.
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--Saskatoon--
*Ring*
"Zzz..."
*Ring*
"...It's too early for this..."
*Ring*
"..."
*Ring*
"...Fine. Hello?"
"Hey kid"
"...Jim...I'm in my 8th year of pro hockey..."
"Probably shouldn't have called you so early, huh?
"..."
"Just get down to the GM's office ASAP, okay?"
"Fine..."
Rolling himself out of bed, Kirant got up and started to get ready to leave. It was unusual circumstances...the end of preseason generally gives players a great chance to sleep in and rest. What was even more unusual, his agent decided to call him "kid" again. Despite being a surrogate parent for the time he spend in Saskatoon away from family, he drop that pretty soon. No point getting worked up about it though...probably just saying it for old time's sake.
Kirant drove himself down to the arena...the place never seemed to change. From the first time his parents took him to a Blades game until now...though, there were unusually high number of media around the arena given the time of day. No matter though...he was off to see the GM...for whatever reason.
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11/13/2011 4:31:27 PM
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Shoving his way to the media, Kirant found himself in the GM's office. Inside was the GM, the coach, and his agent.
"Great to see you here Kirant."
"...What did you call me in for?"
"Well...you see..."
"We've traded you."
The words didn't exactly sink into Kirant's head. They didn't make too much sense together.
"...Pardon?"
"We've traded you to the Toronto Lightning. We've appreciated your service on the team. However, we feel you will have a better chance of success there and that we will have a better chance of winning with some players from them."
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more warning kid...apparently the Lightning called up the GM last night. We called you in as soon as we could."
"We feel really sorry about how this has happened Kirant. We've set up a flight for you to Toronto in a few hours. We also have a private taxi for you to the airport to minimize discussion with media. We'll help you pack up your stuff and hopefully you should be able to get to the airport in time for the flight."
The next few hours was a blur to Kirant. Between packing up quickly and the news, none of it settled in until he was on the plane. He understood that it was all business, but it felt very much like paradise lost...he was on his childhood favourite team and was shipped out. Even while flying over the country, part of his heart was still in Saskatoon.
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Shoving his way to the media, Kirant found himself in the GM's office. Inside was the GM, the coach, and his agent.
"Great to see you here Kirant."
"...What did you call me in for?"
"Well...you see..."
"We've traded you."
The words didn't exactly sink into Kirant's head. They didn't make too much sense together.
"...Pardon?"
"We've traded you to the Toronto Lightning. We've appreciated your service on the team. However, we feel you will have a better chance of success there and that we will have a better chance of winning with some players from them."
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more warning kid...apparently the Lightning called up the GM last night. We called you in as soon as we could."
"We feel really sorry about how this has happened Kirant. We've set up a flight for you to Toronto in a few hours. We also have a private taxi for you to the airport to minimize discussion with media. We'll help you pack up your stuff and hopefully you should be able to get to the airport in time for the flight."
The next few hours was a blur to Kirant. Between packing up quickly and the news, none of it settled in until he was on the plane. He understood that it was all business, but it felt very much like paradise lost...he was on his childhood favourite team and was shipped out. Even while flying over the country, part of his heart was still in Saskatoon.
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11/15/2011 8:31:46 PM
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--Toronto--
Touching down at Pearson International Airport, Kirant got off the plane...almost instantly he was approached by a girl with vibrant blue hair...Kirant knew who it was exactly. Only one person in the entire league was that identifiable.
"Kirant."
"Meia...so you're the the welcoming par--! Wait up!"
Meia started to walk off to the luggage pick up while Kirant was talking.
"So...why did you decide to pick me up?"
"I didn't."
"Huh?"
"Coach asked me to."
"Why you though? You obviously don't want to be here."
"Nobody was able to."
"Why's that?"
"They went out of town. Team bonding."
"...Oh."
The rest of the walk out of the airport was filled with awkward silence. Kirant had heard rumours about Meia's quiet demeanor before...but never expected them to be that far out of the usual.
"So...where are you taking me?"
"My apartment."
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Touching down at Pearson International Airport, Kirant got off the plane...almost instantly he was approached by a girl with vibrant blue hair...Kirant knew who it was exactly. Only one person in the entire league was that identifiable.
"Kirant."
"Meia...so you're the the welcoming par--! Wait up!"
Meia started to walk off to the luggage pick up while Kirant was talking.
"So...why did you decide to pick me up?"
"I didn't."
"Huh?"
"Coach asked me to."
"Why you though? You obviously don't want to be here."
"Nobody was able to."
"Why's that?"
"They went out of town. Team bonding."
"...Oh."
The rest of the walk out of the airport was filled with awkward silence. Kirant had heard rumours about Meia's quiet demeanor before...but never expected them to be that far out of the usual.
"So...where are you taking me?"
"My apartment."
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11/19/2011 9:33:49 PM
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"Wait. What?"
"I need to take you to my apartment. You will be staying there until you get an actual home."
"Okay..."
Awkward silence filled the air again as Kirant took his luggage and packed into the car. The drive to Meia's place was about as quiet as could be...probably for the best, as both seemed to need to figure things out. Kirant couldn't get over the fact that he was in Toronto, officially a Lightning, while Meia wanted to understand what she needed to do now that there were two people in the apartment.
Once there, Kirant was surprised at the emptiness of the place. There was virtually no furniture, just a phone, a kitchen, and a bed. There...wasn't even a table. As soon as they got in, Meia walked off.
"Alright...so...I'll just leave my stuff...here? Um...where am I going to sleep?"
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"Wait. What?"
"I need to take you to my apartment. You will be staying there until you get an actual home."
"Okay..."
Awkward silence filled the air again as Kirant took his luggage and packed into the car. The drive to Meia's place was about as quiet as could be...probably for the best, as both seemed to need to figure things out. Kirant couldn't get over the fact that he was in Toronto, officially a Lightning, while Meia wanted to understand what she needed to do now that there were two people in the apartment.
Once there, Kirant was surprised at the emptiness of the place. There was virtually no furniture, just a phone, a kitchen, and a bed. There...wasn't even a table. As soon as they got in, Meia walked off.
"Alright...so...I'll just leave my stuff...here? Um...where am I going to sleep?"
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11/21/2011 9:09:51 PM
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"So yeah...um...can I come in?"
"..."
Kirant figures given Meia's silence, it should be fine to enter. Not much to do. He decided to just sit on a chair and stare out the window...it was hard to believe that it was still before lunch and he'd woken up on the other side of the country. But so is life...he guesses. He stared out the window for what was probably hours. Eventually the phone rang...Kirant decided to not pick it up. It wasn't his house, so it probably wasn't for him. Soon after, Meia walked out of her room, phone in hand.
"Coach wants to speak to you."
"...Hey."
"Kirant?"
"Yes. You're the coach, right?"
"Yeah. How are you feeling?"
"..."
"I understand. Just take it easy...I've asked Meia to take you to practice tomorrow so you can know your team. See you there!"
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"So yeah...um...can I come in?"
"..."
Kirant figures given Meia's silence, it should be fine to enter. Not much to do. He decided to just sit on a chair and stare out the window...it was hard to believe that it was still before lunch and he'd woken up on the other side of the country. But so is life...he guesses. He stared out the window for what was probably hours. Eventually the phone rang...Kirant decided to not pick it up. It wasn't his house, so it probably wasn't for him. Soon after, Meia walked out of her room, phone in hand.
"Coach wants to speak to you."
"...Hey."
"Kirant?"
"Yes. You're the coach, right?"
"Yeah. How are you feeling?"
"..."
"I understand. Just take it easy...I've asked Meia to take you to practice tomorrow so you can know your team. See you there!"
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11/23/2011 8:06:44 PM
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Kirant decided to catch an early dinner. He made plans with Meia to let him in if he knocked. Without a spare set of keys, he couldn't get back in otherwise.
Wandering the streets of Toronto probably wasn't the smartest idea he's ever had though. Considering he's never been out in Toronto before, after a couple minutes, he figured the chances of him being lost were...very high. So instead of going any further, he just walked himself into the closest restaurant.
"How many?"
"Just me."
"Okay. Right this way."
Once he sat down, Kirant made a quick order and stared out the window...actually, Toronto is quite a nice city. There is--
"Hey."
"..."
"Um...excuse me."
"...Oh! Yes?"
"You're Kirant, right?"
"Um...yes."
"I'm Ibis. We'll be teammates from here on in."
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Kirant decided to catch an early dinner. He made plans with Meia to let him in if he knocked. Without a spare set of keys, he couldn't get back in otherwise.
Wandering the streets of Toronto probably wasn't the smartest idea he's ever had though. Considering he's never been out in Toronto before, after a couple minutes, he figured the chances of him being lost were...very high. So instead of going any further, he just walked himself into the closest restaurant.
"How many?"
"Just me."
"Okay. Right this way."
Once he sat down, Kirant made a quick order and stared out the window...actually, Toronto is quite a nice city. There is--
"Hey."
"..."
"Um...excuse me."
"...Oh! Yes?"
"You're Kirant, right?"
"Um...yes."
"I'm Ibis. We'll be teammates from here on in."
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11/30/2011 8:49:48 PM
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Kirant was still distracted...he knew there was someone in front of him, but couldn't think of anything to say...
"Uh...hello?"
"O-Oh. Hi. Nice to meet you Ibis...Meia said the rest of the team was out of town."
"Yeah. We were on a team building exercise...just got back now."
"I see. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No. Why?"
"Well, I haven't met anyone else but Meia in this city. I wouldn't mind some company."
"Um...sure."
Kirant and Ibis started talking...turns out, he never actually ended up playing against her. Between a variety of injuries and Ibis starting as a player in the line up, they hadn't seen each other before. It made sense to Kirant after that why he didn't recognize her.
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Kirant was still distracted...he knew there was someone in front of him, but couldn't think of anything to say...
"Uh...hello?"
"O-Oh. Hi. Nice to meet you Ibis...Meia said the rest of the team was out of town."
"Yeah. We were on a team building exercise...just got back now."
"I see. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No. Why?"
"Well, I haven't met anyone else but Meia in this city. I wouldn't mind some company."
"Um...sure."
Kirant and Ibis started talking...turns out, he never actually ended up playing against her. Between a variety of injuries and Ibis starting as a player in the line up, they hadn't seen each other before. It made sense to Kirant after that why he didn't recognize her.
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12/5/2011 7:55:02 PM
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After the meal, Kirant and Ibis continued their conversation while walking back to Meia's apartment room. Kirant was a little embarrassed to say he lost track of how to get back there from the restaurant. Ibis gave him a better idea of what was around town, such as places to get food, to shop, and to get to the arena quickly.
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After the meal, Kirant and Ibis continued their conversation while walking back to Meia's apartment room. Kirant was a little embarrassed to say he lost track of how to get back there from the restaurant. Ibis gave him a better idea of what was around town, such as places to get food, to shop, and to get to the arena quickly.
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12/5/2011 8:01:57 PM
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Eventually, they got back to the apartment...and Kirant offered his thanks.
"Well...um...thanks. I probably would still be wandering the neighbourhood if you hadn't stopped by."
"No problem. It was a great way to get to know my teammate anyways."
"Yeah...so, see you tomorrow?"
"Sure!"
Kirant knocked on the door to be let in...but there was no response. He knocked again...again, nothing. Testing his luck, he tried opening the door. Much to his surprise, the door was unlocked and he just walked in. A bit unusual. He figured that Meia just went to sleep. Was he really out that long? Didn't matter...curling up on the couch, he decided to call it a night.
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Eventually, they got back to the apartment...and Kirant offered his thanks.
"Well...um...thanks. I probably would still be wandering the neighbourhood if you hadn't stopped by."
"No problem. It was a great way to get to know my teammate anyways."
"Yeah...so, see you tomorrow?"
"Sure!"
Kirant knocked on the door to be let in...but there was no response. He knocked again...again, nothing. Testing his luck, he tried opening the door. Much to his surprise, the door was unlocked and he just walked in. A bit unusual. He figured that Meia just went to sleep. Was he really out that long? Didn't matter...curling up on the couch, he decided to call it a night.
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12/7/2011 8:31:52 PM
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--Ricoh Coliseum--
Kirant and Meia arrived early. Kirant had no clue why though...all he knew was that as soon as breakfast was over, Meia had left to drive to the rink...nobody was there. Well, it gave him time to get used to the ice at least. It was much thicker than what he was used to, making it harder to speed up on.
While trying to warm up, he began watching Meia a bit on the ice. She had dropped a puck on the ice and was practising her speed...he was almost jealous watching. It was almost as if she was effortlessly playing...faster and quicker than him...and she wasn't even breaking a sweat! Trying to match such a pace, Kirant skated faster in hopes of keeping up. Still couldn't though...
After about an hour, Kirant started to wonder where the team was. It would be unusual for everybody to have missed the practice.
"Hey. When is the team showing up?"
"1."
"It's 10 ri--Wait. We're here 3 hours early?"
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Kirant and Meia arrived early. Kirant had no clue why though...all he knew was that as soon as breakfast was over, Meia had left to drive to the rink...nobody was there. Well, it gave him time to get used to the ice at least. It was much thicker than what he was used to, making it harder to speed up on.
While trying to warm up, he began watching Meia a bit on the ice. She had dropped a puck on the ice and was practising her speed...he was almost jealous watching. It was almost as if she was effortlessly playing...faster and quicker than him...and she wasn't even breaking a sweat! Trying to match such a pace, Kirant skated faster in hopes of keeping up. Still couldn't though...
After about an hour, Kirant started to wonder where the team was. It would be unusual for everybody to have missed the practice.
"Hey. When is the team showing up?"
"1."
"It's 10 ri--Wait. We're here 3 hours early?"
"..."
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Kirant got off the ice quickly, deciding that it wasn't worth warming up for another three hours. He walked off to the vending machine and got himself a drink...figuring it'd be better to wait until the rest of the team got there.
Soon though, he realized the media was getting there first. While none of them came inside, he could see a few reporters and cameramen parked outside the entrance. As long as they weren't for him, he figures. And what media reporter arrives so early?
A couple hours later, players started filing in. He could see some familiar faces in the crowd and some not so familiar. He hadn't been able to look at the Toronto roster this year, but he knew they were very young. Low expectations for the team and a lot of inexperience to go ahead with...wouldn't be a surprise if the media wanted to get some impression of the players who will be starting the year.
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Kirant got off the ice quickly, deciding that it wasn't worth warming up for another three hours. He walked off to the vending machine and got himself a drink...figuring it'd be better to wait until the rest of the team got there.
Soon though, he realized the media was getting there first. While none of them came inside, he could see a few reporters and cameramen parked outside the entrance. As long as they weren't for him, he figures. And what media reporter arrives so early?
A couple hours later, players started filing in. He could see some familiar faces in the crowd and some not so familiar. He hadn't been able to look at the Toronto roster this year, but he knew they were very young. Low expectations for the team and a lot of inexperience to go ahead with...wouldn't be a surprise if the media wanted to get some impression of the players who will be starting the year.
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When the team got onto the ice, Kirant was even MORE surprised by the age of the players...it was practically a college aged team. He quickly found the coach...the only player not with a jersey on, and started asking a few questions.
"Oh. There you are. I was starting to wonder if Meia left you behind. Ken Howland. Nice to have you on board."
"Thanks. I was curious...what does the roster look like?"
"I brought a few copies...here you go."
Kirant studied the paper...much to his surprise and shock, he was, legitimately, the oldest player on the team.
"Um...is this everyone Ken?"
"Yeah. We were going to have a team meeting after this practice...by the way, there's a few reporters on the sidelines wanting to have a chat with you. If you could do that, it'd be great."
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When the team got onto the ice, Kirant was even MORE surprised by the age of the players...it was practically a college aged team. He quickly found the coach...the only player not with a jersey on, and started asking a few questions.
"Oh. There you are. I was starting to wonder if Meia left you behind. Ken Howland. Nice to have you on board."
"Thanks. I was curious...what does the roster look like?"
"I brought a few copies...here you go."
Kirant studied the paper...much to his surprise and shock, he was, legitimately, the oldest player on the team.
"Um...is this everyone Ken?"
"Yeah. We were going to have a team meeting after this practice...by the way, there's a few reporters on the sidelines wanting to have a chat with you. If you could do that, it'd be great."
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12/19/2011 8:34:24 PM
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Kirant skated over to the reports.
"Hey. You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah. Could you answer a few questions?"
"Sure."
"This is the first time you've been talked to since you were abruptly traded. How do you feel?"
"Well...what can I say? Business is business. I loved playing on the Blades, but they feel a need for a change. I can understand."
"You're likely to be getting a bigger role in Toronto. Are you ready for that?"
"Well, I can't say I've been in this type of position before. I guess we'll see on that."
"Thanks. We'll let you get back to practice."
Coach Howland began calling the players in.
"Thanks. I know we've had a lot of turnover lately...we just lost a couple going to Saskatoon. This is our last practice before the regular season, so we're done with cuts and anybody here will be starting the season. I'm sure you've all heard the predictions that we'll be a bottom team in the league, but there's no doubt in my mind that we can be better than that. Today we'll just do some practice line drills and a short scrimmage."
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Kirant skated over to the reports.
"Hey. You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah. Could you answer a few questions?"
"Sure."
"This is the first time you've been talked to since you were abruptly traded. How do you feel?"
"Well...what can I say? Business is business. I loved playing on the Blades, but they feel a need for a change. I can understand."
"You're likely to be getting a bigger role in Toronto. Are you ready for that?"
"Well, I can't say I've been in this type of position before. I guess we'll see on that."
"Thanks. We'll let you get back to practice."
Coach Howland began calling the players in.
"Thanks. I know we've had a lot of turnover lately...we just lost a couple going to Saskatoon. This is our last practice before the regular season, so we're done with cuts and anybody here will be starting the season. I'm sure you've all heard the predictions that we'll be a bottom team in the league, but there's no doubt in my mind that we can be better than that. Today we'll just do some practice line drills and a short scrimmage."
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12/28/2011 4:53:52 PM
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Nuts. I wrote myself into a corner.
I actually have another fanfic planned...that I actually planned.
If someone could unpin this, that'd be awesome.
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Nuts. I wrote myself into a corner.
I actually have another fanfic planned...that I actually planned.
If someone could unpin this, that'd be awesome.
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