smash it {OPEN!}

[ella brooke chambers]

outfit

Ella did not participate in sports. In fact, Ella had never participated in sports, unless one were to count the scattered dance lessons she took as a child. The only thing she was really good at was darting from place to place and hiding and there was no sport with that particular requirement or skill set. She was perfectly suited for a spy [probably], but that was not exactly an option at her tiny arts college. It probably wasn't an option anywhere, but she supposed that helped make it more secretive.

She wasn't, however, listing off spy traits in her mind as she made her way to the sports area, for once. She was, instead, listing off places that she could hide, if the situation arose. The people in the sports complex were usually people who were actually athletic, which were few and far between at an arts school, and people like Ella generally didn't hang out there--unless they were journalism majors, which Ella was not. She was, however, researching for writing. One of her side characters was a basketball player and, unfortunately, Ella knew nothing about basketball.

That was going to change today, though. She was wearing her stealth beret, which obviously made her fractionally invisible, and her best movement jeans. She was, as she walked, formulating the best plan for darting around the basketball court without being noticed by the players. Her chances were looking pretty poor, since it seemed to be out in the open. The only obstacles around it were the tennis courts, some vending machines, and a bench. She couldn't really dart between them, either, since they were too far away. She may have been good at the whole darting thing, but only for short distances. She wasn't keen on exercising.

Her destination, for now, would have to be the vending machine. It was the largest of the surrounding obstacles and she could chill behind it and watch while she formulated the next steps of her plan. She had to be sneaky because, if the players noticed her and realized she was observing them, they might either think she was stalking them and get angry or start showing off, neither of which would help her understand basketball anymore. She supposed she could just ask someone, but where was the fun in that?

Plan in mind, Ella crouched down when she got close, trying to stay to the very edges of the perimeter of the court. It was hard to crouch with her bag, but she needed that bag and had done this before, so she tried to get over it and creep along, squatting. She made it to the vending machine and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, but didn't come up from her crouch as she peered around the edge just enough to see the court from her perfect vantage point. This spying thing was stressful. Good thing Ella was a pro at not getting caught.