Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-4059927-20170720000445

Michael took the head and led the group to Strike Out, which involved (go figure) striking out. He grabbed the set of balls and tensed up. He twisted, arching his side, and pivoting the rest of his body to throw the ball quickly. He hit the first target, just needed to hit two more. He fixed his gaze on the next moving target and wound up to throw again, knocking the second one down as well. When the third moving target started to move horizontally across the line he threw a few inches ahead of it, speculating on where the target would be when the ball reached it, and knocked it down as well.

"Damn, I'm a beast." Michael clenched his fists, and made a comical victory dance, parading around and acting like he struck out to win the World Series.

Ryan rolled his eyes, this was so boring. Playing kiddy games to get some lame poster. He leaned up against the railing, a look of disinterest on his face.