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[The events of this sketchpage took place at the end of the previous 2013-2014 FBA season, as well as during the off-season. I apologize for the lateness of this.]
It had been hard, being talked to like that by the Kahunas' owner. Wilmer and Makaio had been on friendly terms right from the moment the red deer was hired, but right now his boss was anything but pleased with him. The nene had been furious. Wilmer hadn't gotten a chewing out like that since he was still a student. But it wasn't the chewing out that made him slump against the wall after leaving the nene's office.
It was the ultimatum he'd been given.
"Get this team to the playoffs or you can kiss your position here goodbye, Grehr."
Even coming from a man nearly a decade his junior, those words had shaken Wilmer. He'd returned home determined to make this team a winning one, but he knew he couldn't do it in the conventional way. He supported his choice in players, and he knew that he could get the team to the playoffs.
When? He hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
But as the off-season wore on and Wilmer struggled to get big names signed to the team to help flesh it out, while clinging to draft picks the team desperately needed as it lost most of its veteran clout to free agency. And in the red deer's mind, building a team on youth was key; it was building for the future. Young players had years ahead of them, veterans were more likely to injure themselves severely or simply decide to retire.
But his boss still loomed close, scrutinizing his every move. But he still went about his work, attending various off-season events, trying to get a feel for the incoming rookies while still trying to nab some decent veteran talent to fill out the team.
He'd been suffering stomach pains off and on for a few weeks when he came home from Biloxi, landing in Honolulu with pains that nearly had him doubled over. Ariel insisted he go to the hospital; he tried to protest, wanting to carry on with his work, but there was no arguing with the persistent okapi.
Bleeding ulcers. Great. Just what he needed. He had to take a rest for at least a week, and no booze. No work. What a terrible time to need down time. He tried to be sneaky, lounging on their patio with his tablet, but Ariel caught him, confiscating his tablet, laptop, and, eventually, even his phone.
It was time for a rest.
But dear lord, the timing couldn't be worse. Wilmer just hoped that he could overcome this and not have it happen again going forward. But those words from his boss still rang in his head.
They had to win.
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It had been hard, being talked to like that by the Kahunas' owner. Wilmer and Makaio had been on friendly terms right from the moment the red deer was hired, but right now his boss was anything but pleased with him. The nene had been furious. Wilmer hadn't gotten a chewing out like that since he was still a student. But it wasn't the chewing out that made him slump against the wall after leaving the nene's office.
It was the ultimatum he'd been given.
"Get this team to the playoffs or you can kiss your position here goodbye, Grehr."
Even coming from a man nearly a decade his junior, those words had shaken Wilmer. He'd returned home determined to make this team a winning one, but he knew he couldn't do it in the conventional way. He supported his choice in players, and he knew that he could get the team to the playoffs.
When? He hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
But as the off-season wore on and Wilmer struggled to get big names signed to the team to help flesh it out, while clinging to draft picks the team desperately needed as it lost most of its veteran clout to free agency. And in the red deer's mind, building a team on youth was key; it was building for the future. Young players had years ahead of them, veterans were more likely to injure themselves severely or simply decide to retire.
But his boss still loomed close, scrutinizing his every move. But he still went about his work, attending various off-season events, trying to get a feel for the incoming rookies while still trying to nab some decent veteran talent to fill out the team.
He'd been suffering stomach pains off and on for a few weeks when he came home from Biloxi, landing in Honolulu with pains that nearly had him doubled over. Ariel insisted he go to the hospital; he tried to protest, wanting to carry on with his work, but there was no arguing with the persistent okapi.
Bleeding ulcers. Great. Just what he needed. He had to take a rest for at least a week, and no booze. No work. What a terrible time to need down time. He tried to be sneaky, lounging on their patio with his tablet, but Ariel caught him, confiscating his tablet, laptop, and, eventually, even his phone.
It was time for a rest.
But dear lord, the timing couldn't be worse. Wilmer just hoped that he could overcome this and not have it happen again going forward. But those words from his boss still rang in his head.
They had to win.
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But, like roleplay aside, theres not much one CAN do, no? Hawaii might pull through, admittedly I have little to no clue what's going on in that department... but like... what if they don't? Then that's it? No more Wilmer as GM for the Hawaii Kahunas? Quite a lot is hinging on unknowables (:|c Gahhh I must knoooowww!!
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