[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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"MegaMan and Little Mac, huh?" Ratchet asked. "Nice. I can never get Little Mac right; I don't see how the Internet thinks he's OP. I always end up side-specialing off the edge whenever I play him..." She rolled her eyes. "Rosalina, I understand. Though I think they nerfed her a bit too much. I don't play For Glory very much, though; I'm more of a Mario Kart person. In fact, I'm a car person in general. I help out in my dad's auto shop back in Black Fall; I've been around machines since, oh, geez, way back when I lived in Amherst."

Ratchet would probably have prattled on and on about model cars and real cars and derbies and engines had she not noticed the somewhat distracted look on Meifeng's face.

Ratchet caught the twinge of disdain in Meifeng's voice upon addressing the topic of marching band. She decided to let it slide (like a trombone), though made a mental note to show Meifeng sometime the Bluecoats' 2014 show, [i]Tilt,[/i] to clear up any misconceptions. "Yes, it's far beyond that hokey march-along-and-play-the-song business you see in theme parks. Especially in the big-league drum corps," Ratchet said. "Volleyball, eh? I remember doing a unit on that in middle school. Hurt my wrists. Though, that's not how I got this thing," she continued, waggling her fiberglass wheel-forearm. "Engine block crushed my left forearm. Had to get it amputated. Though I didn't settle for a simple fake arm. This, believe it or not, is much more useful. I'm glad I didn't make it out of [i]iron[/i], though; imagine lugging around a chunk of metal the size of a human forearm every day! Yikes!" Ratchet blinked. "Oh, sorry. Volleyball. I suck ass at it." 

Ratchet shrugged. "I can get a little bit rattly-prattly if I'm allowed to talk about a subject I'm interested in. Don't correct me, I usually catch it. When I don't, it means that I don't want to catch it." She smirked.

Meifeng spotted a volleyball net as Ratchet spoke. She turned back to Jen and Ratchet, throwing her volleyball spinning into the air and declaring, [i]"I think i know how we'll spend our time at the beach."[/i]

[i]"Oh? How?"[/i] asked Jen.

[i]"... Isn't it obvious? We gonna play some volleyball, girls..."[/i]

Ratchet didn't really remember the rules all that well. Thankfully, the banter between the awkward boy and Meifeng allowed her to slip out her iPhone and look up the game on Wikipedia for a minute.

She thought to herself. [i]Totally gonna get rekt. Honestly don't care.[/i]

"Alright, let's get this over with. I'm obviously at a serious disadvantage with my robo-arm. Don't bother going easy on me; I know I'm gonna get mopped," Ratchet said nonchalantly, answering a text from Winston and putting the phone back in her overalls pocket.