Let the Games Begin!
Apr 2, 2011 16:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Event ! on Apr 2, 2011 16:25:08 GMT -5
Though the temperature was still brisk and cool, a slight breeze doing nothing to help, the snow had finally melted and only a few icy patches remained in dark corners under awnings and clusters of pine trees. However, the sky was clear and blue with nary a cloud in sight; chilly was a sight better than rainy in the minds of the men and women who had pooled their resources to host the day. It had seemed like the perfect idea, a field day for the whole community of Pilot Ridge. A rare chance for the residents of the town to mingle with the student body, to show that there was solidarity despite the differences. Of course, only some of Pilot Ridge were aware of the differences; many of the residents had no idea of Hammel's nature. They assumed the differences they were ignoring for the day had to do with socio-economic status.
For Joshua Bernstein, Sean Neville, Ben Rhodes and their friends it wasn't necessary that everyone understand that the Hammel students were meta-human; it was only necessary that everyone get along and have fun. After all, their little army of volunteers had worked hard to make this day happen: Riley Adams and Anya Vasiliev had spent the better part of Friday evening baking pies for the Pie Eating contest; boxes of their delicious contributions were stacked beneath atop a picnic table, which had a giant poster board sign proclaiming the event the pair were hosting. The Rhodes family had generously provided refreshments for the day, on the condition that their restaurant chain was promoted via T-shirt. Ben was setting up their booth, coolers full of lemonade and soda and bottled water in preparation for a hotter and sweatier day than was likely to occur and hot dogs and pretzels already in rotation for the first customers of the day.
The lake glittered in the morning sunlight, cold and blue. Its banks were dotted with picnic blankets and lawn chairs set out by expectant citizens. Beyond them, all across the short clipped grass were activities: ropes spanned the lawn, creating paths and mazes for the myriad races. Booths were set up for face painting and kissing and dunking. There was an inflatable castle for the younger children or teens who hadn't quite outgrown hyper silliness. There were Frisbees, softballs, water-guns and balloons. In short, everything that could be needed at a field day. The volunteers in charge of each event were in place, stop watches and clipboards in hand, ready to referee races and declare winners.
Already people from the town were trickling in, joined by students who were more inclined to spend the day outside than studying. People dispersed to the different games and activities, forming lines and giving their names to the men and women who would be judging their skills.
The presence of so many people this early in the morning was enough for the volunteers to consider the day a success before it had even begun; they just had to hope that field day went off without any major incidences...
For Joshua Bernstein, Sean Neville, Ben Rhodes and their friends it wasn't necessary that everyone understand that the Hammel students were meta-human; it was only necessary that everyone get along and have fun. After all, their little army of volunteers had worked hard to make this day happen: Riley Adams and Anya Vasiliev had spent the better part of Friday evening baking pies for the Pie Eating contest; boxes of their delicious contributions were stacked beneath atop a picnic table, which had a giant poster board sign proclaiming the event the pair were hosting. The Rhodes family had generously provided refreshments for the day, on the condition that their restaurant chain was promoted via T-shirt. Ben was setting up their booth, coolers full of lemonade and soda and bottled water in preparation for a hotter and sweatier day than was likely to occur and hot dogs and pretzels already in rotation for the first customers of the day.
The lake glittered in the morning sunlight, cold and blue. Its banks were dotted with picnic blankets and lawn chairs set out by expectant citizens. Beyond them, all across the short clipped grass were activities: ropes spanned the lawn, creating paths and mazes for the myriad races. Booths were set up for face painting and kissing and dunking. There was an inflatable castle for the younger children or teens who hadn't quite outgrown hyper silliness. There were Frisbees, softballs, water-guns and balloons. In short, everything that could be needed at a field day. The volunteers in charge of each event were in place, stop watches and clipboards in hand, ready to referee races and declare winners.
Already people from the town were trickling in, joined by students who were more inclined to spend the day outside than studying. People dispersed to the different games and activities, forming lines and giving their names to the men and women who would be judging their skills.
The presence of so many people this early in the morning was enough for the volunteers to consider the day a success before it had even begun; they just had to hope that field day went off without any major incidences...
