Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Lionel's actions tended to lean one way or the other, rarely did he find room for a middle ground. It was only at Alaia's discretion that he would seriously consider changing his mind from what he thought was right. She was a dear friend and he tried to protect that friendship in the only way that he knew how, with his own strength and fortitude. But, with her telling him to wait and the feel of her hand on his arm which, to him, was stronger than he could ever be. Lionel would look to her hand and slowly, let his arm come down, his hands loosening. He didn't like the idea of anyone making her the butt of any joke. He already had to put down one set of delinquents and if this photographer pushed his luck, Lionel would not forget it. Okay. The photographer would introduce himself as a one, Winston Broadchurch and offer the two cards. Lionel taking the card and looking it over, it felt expensive if a simple card could feel such a way. Alaia's voice had always felt unsure when speaking about most things, it was just how she was, even as kids. Strangers were always a wildcard and with the things she had to endue, he never blamed her for it. The young man would go on to speak that because he was a freelance worker, he had the 'opportunity' to go outside the norm in order to find his work. Vulture was the only word that came to mind. Lionel would turn around to face Alaia as she would worry about him again. I'll walk you to the bleachers and then get back. We're just doing practice runs anyway. It shouldn't take too long. He would walk with her back to the field, keeping pace at her side. He needed the time for himself but for different reasons. He needed to hit someone and that was what the sport was for, especially for a lineman. When he made sure she was as comfortable as one could be given the area and the not so comfortable seating, especially for her. He would run back onto the field where the practice had already begun, Lionel rushing over to a not so pleased coach. She would be able to see him simply standing there as the arms of the man would flail about, though Lionel seemed less than phased with it all. The coach would throw his hands out toward the field, Lionel pulling a helmet off the sideline and pulling it down onto his head as he got into line. The practice was just that, practice but with the previous going on, he would hit like a truck. Lionel was by no means perfect but when he got agitated, that fire would keep burning till he felt satisfied. This was to the unlucky fortune of his teammates today that stood on the other side of the field. The match last shorter than most days as the coach didn't want to strain his players with a game not to far away. Lionel would finally feel like he had done his part, his breathing heavy and labored as he would pull his helmet off as he would wave at Alaia on his way to the locker room. The shower was short as he pushed through the turf burns and scrubbed all the necessary places, ignoring the joking and laughing going on around him. He would be one of the firsts to exit the locker room, a duffel bag behind one arm and a hoodie over his body now, a pair of gloves still wrapped around his hands. Lionel had calmed down quite a bit as he looked around for Alaia.