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Post by Miss Sarah Hatch on Feb 16, 2011 17:19:25 GMT 10
INFO: Swim Team is available to anyone, no matter what grade you are in, or gender you are. You must be a proficient swimmer. Personal coaching is available, but if you can’t swim, you can’t join the swim team. Freestyle, Breaststroke and Backstroke are the strokes that you must know. Butterfly is good to know, but not required. Swim caps and goggles must be worn. All swim caps are provided, but only a few spare pairs of goggles are provided, so bring your own. Girls: One piece swimsuits only. No bikinis.
Miss Hatch stopped at the door to the Swimming Pool and pulled a heavy set of keys from her belt. Her curly brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail, as it usually was when she was coaching. She unlocked the double doors and pulled them open, a wave of the smell of pool water coming upon her. She breathed it in, finally back in her element. Miss Hatch waltzed inside and dropped her bag on one of the wooden benches on the wall.
The kids who were coming to try out for the swim team were due within the next couple of minutes, so Miss Hatch pulled her whistle from her back and put it around her neck. If the swim team was going to be anything like last year’s swim team, she’d need the whistle. Some kids were really enthusiastic, and Miss Hatch couldn’t always control their competitive spirit with her voice.
Miss Hatch opened up her swim bag and pulled out a smaller duffle bag that contained two dozen navy blue swim caps and five pairs of goggles. Hopefully a good number of kids showed up. Miss Hatch rarely turned away a swimmer who wanted to join. Hopefully some talent would show.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Feb 19, 2011 14:15:35 GMT 10
Bea had heard and saw signs posted for the swim team. She was actually a pretty good swimmer, minus the little amount of help she needed with her backstroke which was more a form thing, and the girl had wanted to get back into sports. She though stood outside the doors to the Swimming Pool and had to actually get her nerve together to do this. It had been a while since she had been on any kind of a team and the last one, well; she had been kicked off of it but for reasons which no longer existed in her life.
The girl was wearing a one piece blue bathing suit, as required; though under her other clothes and she was here, might as well give it a go. The brunette wasn’t really sure what to expect from tryouts, she was used to very competitive tryouts as most of her schools in New York would just have that competitiveness no matter what the actual tryout number was. She opened the doors and saw Miss Hatch sitting there, apparently she was the first one to get here for try outs.
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Post by Zeke Alexandrov on Feb 19, 2011 18:30:00 GMT 10
Zeke rushed down the path to the pools. He had been told in advanced about the Swim Team Try-outs and had wanted to get their early but was held up when he dropped a pile of books in the library. He cursed himself for his clumsiness as he drew near the to the pools, noticing that the doors were already open. A girl stood in the doorway, and beyond her was an older woman. Zeke recognised her as the swimming instructor from his swim classes. It seemed all the other boys had huge crushes on her but Zeke wasn't particularly interested. So what if she was an attractive older woman? It wasn't like she was the only one on the planet.
<I just hope she isn't expecting me to wear speedo's>, he scoffed to himself as he glanced at his duffel bag. He had his own swimming cap and goggles, but when it came to the rest he preferred to either wear his board-shorts or his full body wetsuit. Mostly because he was used to swimming in the ocean and snorkelling in reefs.
"Aaaaah," Zeke murmured as he slowed to a stop beside the other student. It appeared that despite his setback there wasn't anyone else there yet. Hopefully they weren't the only two to sign up.
------------- OOC: Speech within the < > symbols is spoken in russian.
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Post by Darren Williams on Feb 20, 2011 17:02:55 GMT 10
Darren already had his bathers on underneath his school uniform, and his swim bag was equipped with a clean towel and his goggles. The brunette boy had walked the path to the swimming pool almost every day for three years, and he knew exactly what to expect of swim team try-outs. He would arrive, there would be a few others there, Miss Hatch would get everyone down to their togs and force them into the pool; two laps of freestyle, two of breaststroke and two of backstroke. Then all the stars got to show off how good they were at butterfly before Miss Hatch made everyone hit the showers. She’d post a note of everyone who got in on the bulletin board the next day, which was almost everyone who tried out. It was a predictable process, but Darren didn’t care. Not only did the Swim Team help him keep in shape, but it also gave him a very good excuse to get out of school work.
Darren swung open the doors to the pool and stepped inside. There were a couple of random kids ambling about, some that were on the team last year, but the one surprising person was Bea. Darren immediately walked up to the brunette and smiled.
“Good to see you’re up for joining the swim team. Guess I don’t get to help you with your form anymore. Miss Hatch is probably a better one to ask anyway.”
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Post by Basha Falstone on Feb 21, 2011 13:37:28 GMT 10
Bea heard the boy behind her and went to take a seat on one of the benches. Well, she didn’t know the other boy but said nothing. Wondering if there would mostly be athletic types trying out for this. She knew she was a good swimmer and could only hope it would be good enough but it didn’t look like a lot of people were trying out.
She then watched as Darren arrived and smiled back as soon as he came over to her. ”Yeah, I used to do sports and figured I’d at least try out. I assume you’ve been though tryouts before?” She had to wait for his answer but was wondering what would be expected of her. ”Though, we can still get together and swim sometime if you want.” He didn’t really need to do anything special for her helping him with math, after all.
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Post by Chelsea Goodman on Apr 12, 2011 10:45:02 GMT 10
Chelsea stood quietly by the edge of the pool. Usually she was very outgoing, overtalkative, however, the two in the pool appeared to know each other rather well, and she didn't want to interrupt their conversation. Her light pink swimsuit fit her small curves tightly, making her look girlier than usual. She had one arm resting lightly over her stomach, grasping the other gently. She bit her lip, her light brown hair falling in gentle waves to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were sharp, taking in quick details of the two before her. Finally she stepped forward.
"H-Hello?" She said, her accent was gentle, British and polite. She offered an elfin smile to the two other students before her. "May I join you?" She asked, not wanting to seem rude and just bust into the middle of a conversation. She looked over at the other boy standing in the doorway, and offered a small, unsure smile. She was new, there was a good chance that she wouldn't be socially accepted. Transeferring in the middle of the year was generally hell. She wiggled her fingers at him in a slight wave.
She stood awkwardly, waiting for a seat to be offered.
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