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Rolling at 3: Your character exists in a world where Halloween does not exist. They are Human and they go to a Human high school. They are part of a swimming club, and they are currently about to face a great competition. They know their rival swim team is trying to race against them but they must win the gold medal, for their team! All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Bix didn't flinch anymore when the guns went off. When he'd first joined the team he wasn't much of a swimmer at all. He was mostly looking to meet some girls and improve his scrawny physique but he'd grown to really like it and by senior year he was a varsity member of the team. He was pacing poolside while waiting for his event. The Deus Academy
Predators were having a meet against some foreign school who was currently touring the US in some sort of exchange program.
The Amityville
Levianthans.
"Check out those butts.." Ariane, their team manager, twirled a strand of hair. She'd dyed the tips blue the night before without explanation.
"Ya know.." Bix (it was a nickname, long story) rubbed his bare arms a moment and shook out his muscles. "It's pretty shady to support the other team's captain."
"BULL." Ariane burst out in his face. "I only support butts.." She smirked like a smarmy perv but Bix followed her eyes to the other team's captain. He was a lithe, pale guy with a perfect swimmers body and a mess of blue hair. In fact, most of the girls were oggling him. He'd heard them all call him Merope.
"Yeah.. blue haired dude butts." Bix muttered. "I don't see what the big deal is.. they are all weirdos. With their weird names."
"They are foreign.." Solia, wearing her warm up jacket, swooned slightly from the bench. "Isn't it romantic?"
Suddenly there was an explosion of screaming from the blocks.
"YA GREAT BLIND FUH-!!!" Jordan had leapt to clap a hand over Rep's mouth as the mountain of man exploded towards the referee. Rep was a mass of temper and muscle, and while Bix and he didn't always get along, the red head had a mean Butterfly. With shoulders like that and the times to match, no one could doubt it. He also challenged about every call that didn't result in his relay's winning. Jordan, Harrison and Al all ended up dragging him back to the benches to prevent yet
another suspension. One more and he'd be out for the year.
"You ready?" Bix had moved to his two best buds while he stretched. Their relay would be next. Gale looked as grumpy as always and had his arms clamped tightly across his chest while Before bouncily stretched.
"Yeah bro!" Before gave Bix an arm punch. "Did you see their team? It's like.. a fat dude, a guy who looks half asleep.."
"And then two guys that look pretty capable." Gale's eyes darted over to the other side.
They weren't wrong. There was a tanned, muscular guy with feather tattoos and purple dreadlocks and another brown skinned guy who was currently smoothing a spiked mohawk underneath of his swim cap. A pale asian girl was helping him and her exact double was chatting with the fat fellow that was mentioned. He was grinning... alot.. and it was weird.
"Well they win the tattoo contest." Bix snorted. "But lookit us perfect specimens of manhood. Where's Jude?"
"I'm here- ACK!" Ariane had given their relay partner a hearty a** slap as he walked by. Bix gave him a bro-fist and then suddenly they were being called.
"400 free relay!" Coach Allan waved them down to the blocks. "Remember.. feel your power. Deep in your kokoro." He closed his eyes and bowed his head while pulling them all into a huddle. It then turned into a group hug. Gale groaned. "NAKAMA!!" Coach yelled as he released them. "And be polite!" He whispered after the young men as they walked to their place. "They're foooreign." He further reinforced.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jude puzzled.
"We should introduce ourselves!!" Before half-ran along the wet cement and was forced into a brisk walk by a sharp look from the referee.
"What? No.. what?" It was too late. Before was already there greeting the other team.
"Jude."
"Gale."
"I'm Bix."
"I'm Before!! And this is.. Petro, Moooka?"
"Muka.." The fat guy giggled.
"Muka. And Kettil. And ummm Barth." He pointed to thin sleepy looking guy who lazily waggled his fingers. There was a moment where they all very masculinely greeted one another. It was like a 'who's handshake was firmer' competition. Except for Before, Muka and Barth who didn't seem to be bothered by any of it.
"Good luck." Bix said as the lead swimmers were called up onto the blocks. He meant it, really.
But let's be honest, they had sharks on the asses of their suits.
They were gonna win.
