anyway today i was thinking about how. twice. beck whitney lost someone she had been lored to care very much about. and then basically as soon as possible left.
oh my god i just found a few old season 1 roster screenshots and this is so fucking crazy. 0.5 star batter daniel duffy. 1.5 star harrell. baby urlacher. 1 star pitcher ruslan greatness. elvis figueroa on the lineup. 2 star batter val games. spears taylor NOT being the low point of the lineup (and being one of the best batters on the team, actually)? ZERO STAR PITCHER AND ORIGINAL CRAB WINNIE HESS
it happens so quick you won't even realize it. like being hit by a car, or having a heart attack. one moment you're here, the next you're not. you don't get to prepare. your family will spend months sifting through your belongings, not knowing what to do. your friends online will never know why you don't come back. you die thinking you're alive, face still preserved with your last emotion. you don't get to say goodbye.
“Shit, you actually stabbed me.” Val winced at the bloody wound in his upper arm. A little too close to the shoulder for comfort.
“Aww, poor baby. What, you never get stabbed before?” What a fucking wimp. This was the famed guard dog? Don’t make her laugh, talk about a let down. ...Okay, he was skilled, whatever, and even when she stabbed him those few times his emotions barely wavered an inch, but he still sucked!
“Seriously, you’re not part of a group or something? It’s seriously just you? How has no one snatched you up yet?” Either willingly or by force.
“Easy,” Lucia replied, “anyone who came to me lookin’ to recruit got what you got, but in places way deadlier.”
Shit, she was telling the truth too. Talk about bloodthirsty.