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Who| Chris and ~~all tributes mentors, stylists...~~ everyone
What| FOOTBALL!! Guys doing guy things...
Where| Parade grounds
When| noonish thursdayish
Warnings/Notes| It's football, no padding, and really tough rules? BAH! we don't need no stinkin' touch rules full on tackle damn it!

Chris had managed to have a ball made, it wasn't really pig skin, but standing in the currently empty training center's parade grounds he took a few steps back, throwing it to test it. The ball would work. Going to get it again he just had to wait to see who showed up. Then he'd figure out how to team them up. Even if it was just a few of them, should be fun right?

He tossed the ball up again, pretty sure the area he chose would be good enough for what he wanted. It was bigger than the stadium at Raccoon City Community College, but they just needed the length, and with the training center full of kids who needed the down time for training he felt the empty yard was better than biting into everyone's space.

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"Try rest of the month. She was my partner... is. And kept the rest of the team in line, because you didn't want to be her, or our medic's bad side. You'd get pranked in the office and rough treatment in the field if you got hurt."

He backed up. "Here throw me the ball, we'll just try passes for now."

((ooc: feel free to drop down with Eliot if you want, two on two mini game XD))

Alex rolled the football between his hands a couple times, getting a feel for the textured leather. Then, lining up his fingers with the stitching, he cocks his arm behind his head and throws, letting his fingers brushing against the ball as it leaves his hand put on the spin. It flies relatively straight but wobbles when it reaches Chris.

"So, you're military?" he asked, a little curious. He'd almost always worked alone. The few times he hadn't had not ended well.

"Not bad, little more practice you should have it." He threw the ball back to Alex.

"Ex Air Force, after that STARS, kind of... the guys SWAT call in if it's too big for them to handle, but they want it still on the local level and not military."

Alex took a step back as he caught the ball.

"Neat. My dad was army, in the Paras." At least, originally he had been. But apparently that hadn't been exciting enough. "So... this STARS, that's who they call before they bring in the army?"

He flipped the ball, caught it, and lobbed it back to Chris. This time it didn't wobble.

"Yeah, we're a special ops group just under the military just above SWAT. Still Civilian though Barry and I were Military, Jill's an ex-thief turning her life around." He didn't mind telling Alex that much, wasn't like any of it was classified.

"Here, try catching it further back." Chris backed up more launching the ball his direction, purposely going a little further that the blond.

"Huh, I don't know if we have anything like that in England." He considered making a comparison to MI5, but they was always doing all sorts of things the military necessarily couldn't. And there was that tie with the SAS.

As Chris launched the ball, Alex took a few quick steps back, then a few more as he eyed its trajectory. Between his skill at physics and his hand-eye coordination, he managed to catch it again.

"I still don't understand how this managed to become more popular than f--soccer," he said as he lined his fingers up along the laces and threw it back to Chris, "but I can see why this would be fun to play with your mates."

"Really always thought that the guys in charge of it got the idea from James Bond books. We just lack the cool gadgetry." Chris may be joking about that.

"Blame it on the fact most countries love to watch Americans make asses out of themselves. This is one sure way to do it. Especially playing in the mud." Hey he knew that if the game was really going it could get comical watching the players fall around the field. "Though I haven't shown you tackles yet."

Alex laughs at the gadget comment. The gadgets had been one of the few nice things about MI6. Smithers could always be counted on to make something interesting. They were just never the sort you saw in spy movies.

"I've been to a rugby match or two," Alex quipped. "I've seen tackles."

Of course, the rules for tackling were probably different between the two games.

"What? Come on the toys and cars were great!" He grinned, what else could he say about it.

"It's a little different, though same goal, keep the ball out of the opponent's goal."