Just a little snippet more of Out Of Bounds (all the prior parts are added here).
Hey, I promised.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Sweat dripping into his eyes, John had to shoulder his way through a group of teenage boys in padded hockey uniforms to find where his jacket and gym bag had been shoved out of the way. He found a clear bench in the back and wondered if he'd ever been as young as these kids laughing and arguing with each other, shouting over the echoes of the rink. Sticks flailed in the air and John was fairly that sure when he'd played, he'd never been allowed to use them for sword-fighting.
"Hey! Knock it off!" Their coach, a balding man with fierce assessing eyes and a strong chin appeared, yanking a stick out of one boy's hand. He wore an old satin baseball jacket and a whistle dangling around his neck. He glowered at the two boys, one of whom shrank away.
"Yes, sir," said the other with an insolent smirk, thick eyelashes flickering, accepting his stick back.
John snickered down at his skates, earning a cynical glance from the coach.
"Okay, all of you, listen up! Your buddies here just earned everyone twenty-five penalty laps. This is a team. Which means when you screw up, everyone pays." He clapped several times and shouted, "Go, go now!" ignoring the explosion of foul language as his hockey team hit the ice, swearing and shoving each other.
"Maybe that'll get some of their energy out," the coach muttered to himself, his voice somewhere between amusement, irritation, and tired patience.
"I'd have made it thirty," John commented, coming up to the row of seats behind him.
The coach turned around, elbows on the boards, unwisely turning his back on his boys. "Was that you out on the ice earlier?"
"Sorry if I made you wait," John said, smiling and not particularly apologetic.
The coach's eyebrows raised. "Pretty impressive. Figure skating seems to be turning into an actual sport."
"It's been an Olympic event longer than hockey," John said with just a little edge, bracing himself. He was too used to this argument. He'd had it with his dad and his brother every Christmas and Thanksgiving. Especially Thanksgiving when the Lion's game was on.
"No, no, it's a compliment." He made a brushing gesture and nodded to John. "The athleticism's improved. How many revolutions was that last one? It went too fast, I didn't catch it."
John beamed at him and looked smug. "That was a quad and, no, no one ever does. Except the judges, I hope."
The coach smiled and shook his head in amazement. Then held out his hand. "Stephen Caldwell. I'm the coach of the Cardinals here. We're having a winning season though you can't tell today." He thumbed towards his team.
"John Sheppard." John shook his hand. "You know, the jumps are only part of it," he explained. "Artistic merit counts for half the points. Without that you're pretty well screwed."
"Yeah, well, the Olympics aren't a dance competition," the coach snorted, giving John a cynical half smile.
John frowned at him and said with a growl, "No offense, but the style makes the difference between a skater who's just pretty good and one who's great."
"If you say so," Caldwell said, a world of doubt in his tone. "You're decent on the ice. If you ever want to try hockey, you know, a real sport...." He smiled to take the sting out, but John could tell he meant it, too.
John threw his head back and laughed.
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Hey, I promised.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Sweat dripping into his eyes, John had to shoulder his way through a group of teenage boys in padded hockey uniforms to find where his jacket and gym bag had been shoved out of the way. He found a clear bench in the back and wondered if he'd ever been as young as these kids laughing and arguing with each other, shouting over the echoes of the rink. Sticks flailed in the air and John was fairly that sure when he'd played, he'd never been allowed to use them for sword-fighting.
"Hey! Knock it off!" Their coach, a balding man with fierce assessing eyes and a strong chin appeared, yanking a stick out of one boy's hand. He wore an old satin baseball jacket and a whistle dangling around his neck. He glowered at the two boys, one of whom shrank away.
"Yes, sir," said the other with an insolent smirk, thick eyelashes flickering, accepting his stick back.
John snickered down at his skates, earning a cynical glance from the coach.
"Okay, all of you, listen up! Your buddies here just earned everyone twenty-five penalty laps. This is a team. Which means when you screw up, everyone pays." He clapped several times and shouted, "Go, go now!" ignoring the explosion of foul language as his hockey team hit the ice, swearing and shoving each other.
"Maybe that'll get some of their energy out," the coach muttered to himself, his voice somewhere between amusement, irritation, and tired patience.
"I'd have made it thirty," John commented, coming up to the row of seats behind him.
The coach turned around, elbows on the boards, unwisely turning his back on his boys. "Was that you out on the ice earlier?"
"Sorry if I made you wait," John said, smiling and not particularly apologetic.
The coach's eyebrows raised. "Pretty impressive. Figure skating seems to be turning into an actual sport."
"It's been an Olympic event longer than hockey," John said with just a little edge, bracing himself. He was too used to this argument. He'd had it with his dad and his brother every Christmas and Thanksgiving. Especially Thanksgiving when the Lion's game was on.
"No, no, it's a compliment." He made a brushing gesture and nodded to John. "The athleticism's improved. How many revolutions was that last one? It went too fast, I didn't catch it."
John beamed at him and looked smug. "That was a quad and, no, no one ever does. Except the judges, I hope."
The coach smiled and shook his head in amazement. Then held out his hand. "Stephen Caldwell. I'm the coach of the Cardinals here. We're having a winning season though you can't tell today." He thumbed towards his team.
"John Sheppard." John shook his hand. "You know, the jumps are only part of it," he explained. "Artistic merit counts for half the points. Without that you're pretty well screwed."
"Yeah, well, the Olympics aren't a dance competition," the coach snorted, giving John a cynical half smile.
John frowned at him and said with a growl, "No offense, but the style makes the difference between a skater who's just pretty good and one who's great."
"If you say so," Caldwell said, a world of doubt in his tone. "You're decent on the ice. If you ever want to try hockey, you know, a real sport...." He smiled to take the sting out, but John could tell he meant it, too.
John threw his head back and laughed.
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Date: 2007-06-19 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-21 09:43 pm (UTC)Plus, being backed into a corner makes John contrary.
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Date: 2007-06-19 04:41 am (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2007-06-21 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-21 10:22 pm (UTC)It's just the idea that anything with artistic merit can't possibly be "hard." Did you ever read Dave Berry's column about synchronized swimming? He and a few other media types had been ragging on synchronized swimming during the Olympics (Atlanta I think, but I wouldn't swear to it) and one of the swimming teams was pissed enough to issue a challenge to all the asshole sports media people to come and try it. Dave went, along with another media guy he knew, and they were given an opportunity to try some of the skills and maneuvers. It wasn't pretty. :P Although the swimmers seemed to be having fun. :D
Same here, though -- so many people sneer at figure skating and think it's somehow easy just because it's artistic. Even other skaters sometimes. The husband and I used to watch the synchronized skating team competitions, back when they actually made it to TV, and the teams are mostly based at colleges. Some of the girls were talking about how hard it is to be taken seriously as athletes when you're a skater, unless you play hockey. My sympathies were fully with them until the girl speaking said, "But now they finally get that we're not just figure skaters, we're real athletes!" and the others with her all nodded. [blinkblink] Umm, right. Bitch. :/
Anyway, Caldwell gets another smack just on GPs. ;D
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Date: 2007-06-22 06:46 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, absolutely. John hears this crap all the time, too, in addition to cracks about it being a "gay" sport for a guy.
Plus his frustration with women skating stars getting all the coverage. They'll show every warm-up for the women skaters on ESPN, while the men's skating will be short changed. They'll only show every other competitor during the World's and Nationals when they rebroadcast for example. There was one occasion that John went to the Nationals, did well, but his performance was one of the ones skipped. A little disappointing for the folks back home.
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Date: 2007-06-19 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-22 06:47 pm (UTC)Hey, when are you heading out of town to Kazakhstan?
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Date: 2007-06-22 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-15 10:01 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-07-16 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 08:27 am (UTC)::snicker::
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Date: 2007-06-19 09:02 am (UTC)Hockey. (I incidentally think ice-hockey is v. cool, indeed, if a bit too brutal. Slim Sheppard would be rather bruised in no time.)
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Date: 2007-06-19 09:49 am (UTC)though i'd be lying if i didn't say i enjoy them, and european/olympic style hockey would suit john particularly well - it's less physical and more finesse. Beautiful, beautiful game. Love it. I would kill to see someone write John as a hockey player.no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 10:52 am (UTC)(Never been a fan of a sport I wasn't also active in, but I know this is the case with millions of people all over the world, so, GO YOU. *g*)
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Date: 2007-06-19 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-19 11:34 pm (UTC)Wonderful, as always! Looking forward to more, baby. Can't wait to see your piece for "Seven Walls," too. Just need to finish what is already there!
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Date: 2007-06-23 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-23 08:11 am (UTC)You got it. And he did hire Rodney for this. He knows. But it's an uphill battle. There's a difference between wanting to get the scores up and the artistic points, and actually doing it. The doing is embarrassing and frustrating and....
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-27 02:15 am (UTC)Oh yes. The artistic merit and increasing those marks is why John hired Rodney. That hasn't kept him from fighting Rodney every step of the way however. John's set in his ways and he had no idea that Rodney would require such radical changes to his training and routine.
(Also, one of the best ways to get John on board is to attack something. What can I say? He's a fighter.)
Icarus
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:48 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:18 pm (UTC)In fact, my lil' bro plays loads of hockey and goes to a boarding school for it -- he always makes fun of the figure skaters there. They also have no male figure skaters, though they have female hockey. And beyond even macho-tough guy posturing, he says they screw up the ice.
But regardless, I love that John defends the art when put into a corner even though he makes noises about it to Rodney. United front!
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Date: 2007-07-15 09:58 pm (UTC)In fact, my lil' bro plays loads of hockey and goes to a boarding school for it -- he always makes fun of the figure skaters there. They also have no male figure skaters, though they have female hockey. And beyond even macho-tough guy posturing, he says they screw up the ice.
Thank you, I've kept this in mind. This story really made an impression.
As for John, well, he doesn't know that he really understands the importance of artistry until he's backed into a corner. :)
More posted, by the way. I've written about 10,000 words of Out Of Bounds in the last week. *whew* and *yay*
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Date: 2007-06-28 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-15 10:00 pm (UTC)I'm pushing forward on this and making
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:41 am (UTC)(I just started writing a Rodney/Zelenka fic myself... he really is too cute sometimes :) )
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Date: 2008-04-17 07:06 am (UTC)Wonderfully done - funny, sad, and oh so full of yearning. Reaching the end of the posted work was a bit painful.
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Date: 2008-04-17 07:51 am (UTC)Not to worry, I'm working on this story almost every day.