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[center][h2][color=Gold]Yulian [/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=Hotpink]"Somebody go fetch that ball before it starts raining again."[/color]

Yulian, despite the other farmhands' complaints of the cold, was not bothered. Wearing a loose, white button-down shirt and blue jeans, he stood in the outfield, leaning back, relaxed. While Scarecrow wasn't the best pitcher, his japes certainly seemed to had unnerved Bill, and caused him to strike twice, before landing a solid hit, one that, with a [i]crack[/i], launched the ball over Yulian's head and into the forest. Whistling, Yulian thought that if Scarecrow had been a slightly better pitcher, the ball would be... What did they call it? Ah, yes, [i]Outta there![/i] Even though he had lived on the North American continent for years, he had not mastered all of the local colloquialisms. Still, the English language was intriguing to Yulian, and he had learned to speak it almost as soon as he had arrived in America with his family. 

[color=0054a6]"I'll find it, though I'd appreciate some company if anybody wants to come along." [/color] Yulian turned in surprise as Henry came out of the barn and offered to find the ball. 

Smiling, and walking over to where the man was standing, the big Russian patted the smaller man, (well, everyone was generally smaller than him,) on the back, and said, while his breath caused fog to appear in the chill air, [color=Gold]"No worries, Henry! I'd be glad to accompany you on your expidition!"[/color] 

As they approached the forest, dead branches and fallen leaves creating an ominous scene, (one that didn't bother Yulian in the least,) Yulian stretched out his arms behind his back, and asked Henry, [color=Gold]"So, my friend, where would you say we look first?"[/color]