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Character Name: Jon McNeil & Gordian Alva.
Player/Group: Madeline Abbott (@Rheya).
Location: Spruce University Gymnasium/Parking Lot.
Time: December 14th, 2022.
Other players besides Harj and Vergil slowly made their way out of the locker rooms and back onto campus grounds after the game. Everyone seemed to have the same feeling, that they were robbed of a fair outcome in the final seconds of the game, after so many agonizing moments of tight scoring and effort. Cohesion was weak, and only a few walked out in pairs or small groups, chatting lightly about the evening to come. No, most wanted to sulk and recharge, or find what solace they could in a bottle or companionship if they could.
The first player to walk out, Stanley Farrel, gave Madeline the most exhausted look, before brushing by without a word. But behind him, Jon McNeil, werewolf, who could be aggressive both physically and with boundless enthusiasm, was more than happy to step up to the plate to be asked. Shit, it was never usually him. Usually one of the others who put up double digit scoring numbers, like Harj or Vergil or Gordian. Who didn’t want to be quizzed about whatever by a cute girl?
And slightly behind him, Gordian exited the locker room, slumping a heavy bag over a broad shoulder, eyes lighting up in recognition when he saw Madeline but hung back in the rear, turning to watch Jon with an incredulous raise of his eyebrow. Really, this clown?
”Robbed? No, the other team just played their hearts out. We played our hearts out, they played their hearts out. It was a good game, very close, very tight. We came to dominate but they just wanted it more, you know?” Jon explained to Madeline in rapid form, speaking too fast because of his excitement. And he gave such a…boring answer. A good sportsmanship answer, so neutral and acceptive and absolutely not going to garner a glance or lick of attention. Not to mention, he was just trying to put a good spin on a shitty situation, thinking it made him, them, the team, look more honorable.
”Nah, what the hell? What game were you watching?” Gordian put in, hand on Jon’s shoulder to pull him back. Jon, despite his werewolf origins, was shorter and less imposing than Gordian, a vampire, on the court. And he knew it. The stats did the talking and Gordian put up way more, which in their little team hierarchy let him speak before Jon if he wanted to. Jon, pouting, let himself be usurped. But as Gordian came to the fore, he looked Maddy up and down and smiled, clearly admiring what he saw. He always did, didn’t he?
”Yeah we got robbed out there. The ref had it in for us. He was the same last year too, but we overcame that. He was just one step ahead this time.” Gordian remarked, giving Jon a glance to reinforce this was the narrative, all seemingly shared by the team. Shouldn’t go against the grain, right? Jon sulked away. ”But here’s something for my fans. This is just one game, one L on the scoreboard. We ain’t going to let it get to us.” He assured Maddy.
And sized her up again, his tongue playfully lingering at the corner of his mouth for a moment. ”What about my other favourite fan, you going to the party later?” He asked her, clearly not wanting to be on the record anymore.
Player/Group: Madeline Abbott (@Rheya).
Location: Spruce University Gymnasium/Parking Lot.
Time: December 14th, 2022.
Other players besides Harj and Vergil slowly made their way out of the locker rooms and back onto campus grounds after the game. Everyone seemed to have the same feeling, that they were robbed of a fair outcome in the final seconds of the game, after so many agonizing moments of tight scoring and effort. Cohesion was weak, and only a few walked out in pairs or small groups, chatting lightly about the evening to come. No, most wanted to sulk and recharge, or find what solace they could in a bottle or companionship if they could.
The first player to walk out, Stanley Farrel, gave Madeline the most exhausted look, before brushing by without a word. But behind him, Jon McNeil, werewolf, who could be aggressive both physically and with boundless enthusiasm, was more than happy to step up to the plate to be asked. Shit, it was never usually him. Usually one of the others who put up double digit scoring numbers, like Harj or Vergil or Gordian. Who didn’t want to be quizzed about whatever by a cute girl?
And slightly behind him, Gordian exited the locker room, slumping a heavy bag over a broad shoulder, eyes lighting up in recognition when he saw Madeline but hung back in the rear, turning to watch Jon with an incredulous raise of his eyebrow. Really, this clown?
”Robbed? No, the other team just played their hearts out. We played our hearts out, they played their hearts out. It was a good game, very close, very tight. We came to dominate but they just wanted it more, you know?” Jon explained to Madeline in rapid form, speaking too fast because of his excitement. And he gave such a…boring answer. A good sportsmanship answer, so neutral and acceptive and absolutely not going to garner a glance or lick of attention. Not to mention, he was just trying to put a good spin on a shitty situation, thinking it made him, them, the team, look more honorable.
”Nah, what the hell? What game were you watching?” Gordian put in, hand on Jon’s shoulder to pull him back. Jon, despite his werewolf origins, was shorter and less imposing than Gordian, a vampire, on the court. And he knew it. The stats did the talking and Gordian put up way more, which in their little team hierarchy let him speak before Jon if he wanted to. Jon, pouting, let himself be usurped. But as Gordian came to the fore, he looked Maddy up and down and smiled, clearly admiring what he saw. He always did, didn’t he?
”Yeah we got robbed out there. The ref had it in for us. He was the same last year too, but we overcame that. He was just one step ahead this time.” Gordian remarked, giving Jon a glance to reinforce this was the narrative, all seemingly shared by the team. Shouldn’t go against the grain, right? Jon sulked away. ”But here’s something for my fans. This is just one game, one L on the scoreboard. We ain’t going to let it get to us.” He assured Maddy.
And sized her up again, his tongue playfully lingering at the corner of his mouth for a moment. ”What about my other favourite fan, you going to the party later?” He asked her, clearly not wanting to be on the record anymore.
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