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Broken Hearts, Lifted Hearts, Warm Hearts
A Belated Valentine's Day Story. Enjoy!
Thursday, February 14
The Minutemen locker room was deathly silent, the image of the aqua-clad Alaska Arctics celebrating in a team hop around Carl Esteban (Jaguar, SF, ALK) fresh in their minds. There wasn’t going to be any games for ten days, and that’s what would linger.
A dull thump echoed from the locker room as Tyron Stricker (Porcupine, F, WIL) slammed a fist into the row of lockers on the way to the showers. Will Handon (Black Panther, F/C, WIL), no stranger to close losses, just gave Stricker a pat on the arm as he came out of the showers, a white towel wrapped around his waist, an easy contrast to his black fur.
Nick Nwabudike (Elephant, C, WIL) pulled his polo shirt methodically over his head, getting ready to put on his belt. Eric Logan (Bull Elephant, C, WIL) tapped him on the shoulder and pointed.
“Roosevelt’s coming,” he said.
Sure enough, Morgan Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) was coming out of his office. He had one purpose as he looked at the dressed Ain Iannizzi (Cougar, SF, WIL) seated on the front bench.
“Iannizzi. Office. Now,” he said briefly.
The cougar sighed and got up. Hadn’t Roosevelt done enough already? He had to sit on the bench and watch Gerry Cross (Mink, PF, WIL) lose Esteban for the open-look three.
The cougar took a seat across from Roosevelt’s desk. The coach kept his office sparsely decorated, but there were a couple of shelves organized with all the team’s yearly media guides and some binders of scouting reports. His college jersey from Virginia hung framed over the bookcase.
“Yes, Coach, what is it?” Iannizzi asked.
The raccoon simply took out a manila-colored letter envelope and slid it across his desk to the cougar. Ain took it and looked at the front. It was simply printed with the 2013 FBA All-Star Game logo. He tore open the envelope and read the letter inside.
“Congratulations, Ain," Morgan said.
The form letter informed Ain he was invited to compete in the Dunk Contest for the second year in a row, offered congratulations and a request for a prompt reply to the league office.
Iannizzi looked up from the letter.
“No one else got elected or invited?” he asked.
Roosevelt shook his head.
A nervous laugh escaped the cougar’s mouth. “Haha... wow. Well, thanks for telling me, Coach. I guess I’ll tell the others.”
Roosevelt nodded. “You do that, Ain,” he said.
Jarrod Frola (Cat, SF, WIL) and Otto Okkonen (Dragon, PF, WIL) stood just outside the door as he emerged from the office.
“What’s up, Ain?” the dragon asked.
Iannizzi smiled a little. “I’ve been invited to go to the Dunk Contest this year,” he said. There was a second of silence, but it felt like an eternity. Everyone knew why he was in there alone.
Frola then smiled and clapped Ain on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Ain! Represent the Minutemen proudly!” he said brightly.
Smiles emerged on the others faces on they nodded and offered encouragment
“Right on!” Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL) said.
“We’ll be rooting for you!” Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, PG, WIL) said supportingly.
“Break out that one you were working on the other day!” Wiley Twaddle (Woodchuck, SG, WIL) suggested.
Suppoerting Ain as a representative of the Minutemen was something everyone could get behind, regardless of how they felt about him.
* * *
Vera leaned her head on Leonard’s shoulder, the two idly watching the big-screen television. Her brown leather couch was very comfortable and accented the large living room well. An empty bowl of popcorn and two half-full glasses filled with decaf sodas sat on a small television tray in front of them.
Leonard gently stroked the vixen’s soft auburn hair, thankful for their time together. The disappointment of the day was slowly ebbing away and they could look forward to the break.
“Lennie?” she finally asked, not moving.
“Hm?”
“I’m really happy for you. You’re playing so well since you’ve been starting,” she said. It was true: since Coach Roosevelt promoted Leonard to starting power forward, the fox responded by playing the best basketball of his life. Leonard only smiled.
“I wouldn’t be playing so well if we didn’t have such a great leader. I’m really happy for you too.”
Vera sighed and embraced Leonard. He frowned a little as he felt a tear trickle from her eyes.
“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear jou say that, Lennie...”
Vera then leaned up and kissed him sweetly.
It didn’t matter that their movie was long over and the evening news was well underway.
Not one bit.
Leonard Mack, Tyron Stricker, FBA ©
BuckHopper
Vera La Tiérra, Ain Iannizzi ©
JTigerclaw
Morgan Roosevelt ©
Sam Gwosdz
Jarrod Frola ©
Christaphorac
William Handon, Nick Nwabudike ©
GlenSkunk
Eric Logan ©
Darren_Zeraus
Carl Esteban ©
Gildedtongue
Otto Okkonen ©
Nasuella
Thursday, February 14
The Minutemen locker room was deathly silent, the image of the aqua-clad Alaska Arctics celebrating in a team hop around Carl Esteban (Jaguar, SF, ALK) fresh in their minds. There wasn’t going to be any games for ten days, and that’s what would linger.
A dull thump echoed from the locker room as Tyron Stricker (Porcupine, F, WIL) slammed a fist into the row of lockers on the way to the showers. Will Handon (Black Panther, F/C, WIL), no stranger to close losses, just gave Stricker a pat on the arm as he came out of the showers, a white towel wrapped around his waist, an easy contrast to his black fur.
Nick Nwabudike (Elephant, C, WIL) pulled his polo shirt methodically over his head, getting ready to put on his belt. Eric Logan (Bull Elephant, C, WIL) tapped him on the shoulder and pointed.
“Roosevelt’s coming,” he said.
Sure enough, Morgan Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) was coming out of his office. He had one purpose as he looked at the dressed Ain Iannizzi (Cougar, SF, WIL) seated on the front bench.
“Iannizzi. Office. Now,” he said briefly.
The cougar sighed and got up. Hadn’t Roosevelt done enough already? He had to sit on the bench and watch Gerry Cross (Mink, PF, WIL) lose Esteban for the open-look three.
The cougar took a seat across from Roosevelt’s desk. The coach kept his office sparsely decorated, but there were a couple of shelves organized with all the team’s yearly media guides and some binders of scouting reports. His college jersey from Virginia hung framed over the bookcase.
“Yes, Coach, what is it?” Iannizzi asked.
The raccoon simply took out a manila-colored letter envelope and slid it across his desk to the cougar. Ain took it and looked at the front. It was simply printed with the 2013 FBA All-Star Game logo. He tore open the envelope and read the letter inside.
“Congratulations, Ain," Morgan said.
The form letter informed Ain he was invited to compete in the Dunk Contest for the second year in a row, offered congratulations and a request for a prompt reply to the league office.
Iannizzi looked up from the letter.
“No one else got elected or invited?” he asked.
Roosevelt shook his head.
A nervous laugh escaped the cougar’s mouth. “Haha... wow. Well, thanks for telling me, Coach. I guess I’ll tell the others.”
Roosevelt nodded. “You do that, Ain,” he said.
Jarrod Frola (Cat, SF, WIL) and Otto Okkonen (Dragon, PF, WIL) stood just outside the door as he emerged from the office.
“What’s up, Ain?” the dragon asked.
Iannizzi smiled a little. “I’ve been invited to go to the Dunk Contest this year,” he said. There was a second of silence, but it felt like an eternity. Everyone knew why he was in there alone.
Frola then smiled and clapped Ain on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Ain! Represent the Minutemen proudly!” he said brightly.
Smiles emerged on the others faces on they nodded and offered encouragment
“Right on!” Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL) said.
“We’ll be rooting for you!” Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, PG, WIL) said supportingly.
“Break out that one you were working on the other day!” Wiley Twaddle (Woodchuck, SG, WIL) suggested.
Suppoerting Ain as a representative of the Minutemen was something everyone could get behind, regardless of how they felt about him.
* * *
Vera leaned her head on Leonard’s shoulder, the two idly watching the big-screen television. Her brown leather couch was very comfortable and accented the large living room well. An empty bowl of popcorn and two half-full glasses filled with decaf sodas sat on a small television tray in front of them.
Leonard gently stroked the vixen’s soft auburn hair, thankful for their time together. The disappointment of the day was slowly ebbing away and they could look forward to the break.
“Lennie?” she finally asked, not moving.
“Hm?”
“I’m really happy for you. You’re playing so well since you’ve been starting,” she said. It was true: since Coach Roosevelt promoted Leonard to starting power forward, the fox responded by playing the best basketball of his life. Leonard only smiled.
“I wouldn’t be playing so well if we didn’t have such a great leader. I’m really happy for you too.”
Vera sighed and embraced Leonard. He frowned a little as he felt a tear trickle from her eyes.
“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear jou say that, Lennie...”
Vera then leaned up and kissed him sweetly.
It didn’t matter that their movie was long over and the evening news was well underway.
Not one bit.
Leonard Mack, Tyron Stricker, FBA ©
BuckHopperVera La Tiérra, Ain Iannizzi ©
JTigerclawMorgan Roosevelt ©
Sam GwosdzJarrod Frola ©
ChristaphoracWilliam Handon, Nick Nwabudike ©
GlenSkunkEric Logan ©
Darren_ZerausCarl Esteban ©
GildedtongueOtto Okkonen ©
Nasuella
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 393 x 515px
File Size 43.6 kB
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