[OPEN] we can't all live forever.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey shrugged, smiling at him faintly as she sat down beside him, looking around at others in the crowd as the players took their places, Dyson the last getting onto the field. Nobody seemed to mind of course, he was one of the better players. She pointed out on of the guys with a smile. "That's Tyler," She huffed. "Shawn's older brother."

They were probably somewhere in the crowd, but she didn't really care to go and talk to them.

[marcus owen foster]

He looked over to where she was pointing and nodded. "Yeah?" He wondered if the offensive line had gotten any better since he was in high school. He looked up at someone waving frantically from the other bleachers and smiled, waving back.

"Aubri is a crazy person." He said with a laugh.

"S'cuse me. Pardon me. Moooooove." She groaned, pushing through the people. She dropped down in Marc's lap, throwing her arms around him.

"Your boyfriend isn't here. Does that mean I can keep you?" She asked, smiling up at him. He ruffled her hair, shaking his head.

"Nope. Sorry." He said, wrapping his arm around her as she perched herself on his knee.

"I'm Bee." She told Zoey, leaning over to her. "Marc's favorite."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smirked. "I think my brother is his favorite," She taunted lightly, smiling over at her. "Zoey," She played with one of her piercing's backs, watching as the game started. She scanned the crowd again, but was content just hanging out with Marcus, and apparently now the girl, Aubri.

She huffed at the cheer from the crowd ass right off the bat their team made the first score.

[marcus owen foster]

Aubri gasped. "Nuh uh! /You're/ Tony's sister?! You're a lot prettier than I thought. I mean, Marc said you were pretty but not this pretty." She said, rocking back and forth on his leg. He put his hand on her head.

"Aubri, I can't see." He said, and she grumbled, leaning against him.

"Betcha don't tell Tony that." She said with a pout and he messed up her hair again.

"You aren't Tony." He told her. She tried to come back with 'But-' But he clamped his hand over he mouth. "Shh, Bee. Just watch the game. Gosh. You ain't always gotta be talking."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed softly, a smile playing on her lips as she watched the two. She glanced back at the field curiously, keeping an eye on both Dyson and Tyler because they were the only ones she could really keep track of, couldn't recognize many others with their gear on.

She rubbed carefully at an eye, playing with her phone before putting it back in her pocket. "Tony says hi.." She murmured with a smile. "He's been busy tonight-" She looked up at the screech of a whistle, and in an instant one of the guys on the other team hurled forward, elbow striking Tyler's chest accidentally.

She watched him stagger, eyebrows furrowing, and they called him out to sit. She glanced back down at her phone when someone yelled that an ambulance needed to be called. Zoey tensed, glancing back up to find the boy had collapsed on the field.

[marcus owen foster]

"Hi, Tony." He said, watching the people move on the field. He winced at the hit, knowing it hurt. He rubbed Aubri's stomach, watching with his teeth bared into his lip.

"He's gonna be /okay/, Marcus. That's why they have all those pads." Aurbi said, trying to wiggle out of his tightening grip. He let go, watching her settle back on his leg. "Gosh. It isn't you out there, mister I-played-football-and-was-in-ROTC."

"That shit still hurts." He said, glancing over at Zoey. "Bee's sitting on my phone. I can't get to it." He said, then glanced back at the field.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey shrugged, eyes on the medical teacher crouched beside him. She stepped away to dial, watching Jacob leave the bench and head towards him as well.

They actually held him back though. She'd seen medical calls before, broken bones. But they had never held family back, or other players.

Giving them the details she hung up and returned, glad the hospital wasn't far. Soon they had him on a stretcher. Zoey watched Jacob yelling something at them, then stalking back towards the bench. He looked shaken, but it didn't seem he was allowed to go. She chewed on her lips when they actually turned on the sirens, watching play gradually resume, again scanning the crowd for his brothers, or maybe his girlfriend. "Did he get hit in the chest?"

He had, but she hadn't been able to catch all of it.

[marcus owen foster]

"That's what it looked like." Marc mumbled, watching Jacob. He turned his eyes back to the field, tapping his fingers on Aubri's stomach. "It must have been an accident because they didn't call it." He said, shifting his weight a bit. Aubri started playing with his fingers, obviously unentertained by the game.

"Is that all they do?" She groaned, and he nodded.

"Yep." He said, drawing in a deep breath. He let it out, turning his hand over. She ran her fingers over his palm, considerably larger than hers. He glanced over at Zoey then back at the field. "We can go see if he's okay, if you want. Thatcher would know." He said, nodding towards the lanky teacher. "Thatcher knows everything."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey shrugged. "Yeah, we could.." She murmured softly, eyes searching out the twins in the bottom aisle. She should, just so they at least knew what was up.

Running her hand through her hair, she smiled faintly as their team made another goal. "We might just win this..."

[marcus owen foster]

"Granted our defense is as a good as the offense. Having a half good team is asking for a loss." He said, picking Aubri up and setting her on the bench.

"Where ya going?" She complained, looking up at him.

"To hell if I don't pray." He said, then made his way over to Thatcher. He talked to him for a bit, checking his phone for a second before he looked in the stands. He shrugged then walked back, pinching Aubri. "They took him to the hospital. He's probably just winded, but you never know. Do you know what his girlfriend looks like?"