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StarShine · 02-17-2010, 04:40 PM

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Originally Posted by ImAGrape

Pierre could tell that Evan was somewhat impressed by his increasing skills. He could also tell that it was bugging him to some extent. He had a feeling that this playing with each other wasn't going to end well.

Pierre tried to think of the name of the place. Then he saw Evan's smirk and really wanted to slap it off of his face, even though he was always smirking. "It was at Old Trafford, but I don't think them losing at Stamford Bridge has anything to do with it."

Pierre glared at Evan as he showed off. He didn't seem like he was going to pass the ball anytime soon. He just stood there and glared, wondering just how bad this was going to get.

If French guy didn't stand back any sooner, Evan felt this wasn't going to end well. Even though he would never accept it, he was slightly fanatic, especially against United, Barcelona, Inter and Fenerbahçe. These four were the teams he hated with no limit that he would even refrain from pronouncing their names. And right now this United fan was annoying him to much great degree.

He smirked again. "You can't get out of Bridge healthily anyway..." he muttered silently that he wasn't sure if the guy would hear it. Oh. My. GOD. Was this boy a true follower of football? Evan could say not, judging by this sentence. '...but I don't think them losing at Stamford Bridge has anything to do with it.' He laughed loud, though one could tell it was highly sarcastic. "It does, hun." he said quickly, couldn't hold his tongue. 'Hun' was a word he used only when he was agry and sarcastic. "If you aren't aware yet, we play on a League table base, where every point counts. Not to mention it is a wonderful pleasure to beat your rivals, especially as a response to the previous defeat." Seriously, how did this guy watch the matches, as a mere -sometimes boring- spectacle?

Okay, that did it. See? SEE? his evil, Chelsea side barked inside his head. Uniteds are so very bad people! You shouldn't have given him a chance, he doesn't deserve it. His nostrils grew bigger as he watched the Devil's show off, wondering when the ball might come to him. If the guy didn't kick it back, Evan could always ~~jump onto him to ripe his shirt and strach him a bit with a good reason~~ tackle him gently and show some tricks as well. Let's wait for a minute, then go and get it. That ball, after all, carried a proud Chelsea badge on it which was getting dirty under a United's feet.

02-17-2010, 04:40 PM	#75 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by ImAGrape Pierre could tell that Evan was somewhat impressed by his increasing skills. He could also tell that it was bugging him to some extent. He had a feeling that this playing with each other wasn't going to end well. Pierre tried to think of the name of the place. Then he saw Evan's smirk and really wanted to slap it off of his face, even though he was always smirking. "It was at Old Trafford, but I don't think them losing at Stamford Bridge has anything to do with it." Pierre glared at Evan as he showed off. He didn't seem like he was going to pass the ball anytime soon. He just stood there and glared, wondering just how bad this was going to get. If French guy didn't stand back any sooner, Evan felt this wasn't going to end well. Even though he would never accept it, he was slightly fanatic, especially against United, Barcelona, Inter and Fenerbahçe. These four were the teams he hated with no limit that he would even refrain from pronouncing their names. And right now this United fan was annoying him to much great degree. He smirked again. "You can't get out of Bridge healthily anyway..." he muttered silently that he wasn't sure if the guy would hear it. Oh. My. GOD. Was this boy a true follower of football? Evan could say not, judging by this sentence. '...but I don't think them losing at Stamford Bridge has anything to do with it.' He laughed loud, though one could tell it was highly sarcastic. *"It does,* hun." he said quickly, couldn't hold his tongue. 'Hun' was a word he used only when he was agry and sarcastic. "If you aren't aware yet, we play on a League table base, where every point counts. Not to mention it is a wonderful pleasure to beat your rivals, especially as a response to the previous defeat."** Seriously, how did this guy watch the matches, as a mere -sometimes boring- spectacle? Okay, that did it. See? SEE? his evil, Chelsea side barked inside his head. Uniteds are so very bad people! You shouldn't have given him a chance, he doesn't deserve it. His nostrils grew bigger as he watched the Devil's show off, wondering when the ball might come to him. If the guy didn't kick it back, Evan could always ~~jump onto him to ripe his shirt and strach him a bit with a good reason~~ tackle him gently and show some tricks as well. Let's wait for a minute, then go and get it. That ball, after all, carried a proud Chelsea badge on it which was getting dirty under a United's feet.