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It was another beautiful morning on the bruteball field. Or rather, beautiful for halloweentowners. The typical ghostly-fog that had accumulated over the field during the night still lingered just a few inches over the grass, like someone had set a fog machine in the cold iron bleachers that rounded their stadium. It gave the air a wet, sickly feeling, like inhaling clammy air, leaving skin sticky and a little chilled in the crisp autumn air. The pumpkin-sun was just beginning to rise over the forest that lined the amityville campus, reflecting a little off the foggy dew on the grey-green grass, and fingers of orange showed off the patches of mud where a recent dark-and-stormy-night had settled into the earth.

Oh yes, it would be a great day for Bruteball.

Once again, even before anyone else had shown up, the bruteballs and pads were out, ready for the fresh-meat recruits, should they need and/or want any of the equipment. Beside it, Nuk had already grabbed a particularly-feisty ball, digging his monstrous claws into the back of the leather, to keep it from biting him. Not for lack of trying of course -- the thing, for just being woken up, was livid at being handled, practically foaming at the mouth as it jerked it's mouth to try to bite the skinwalker, with little success. He wasn't a veteran, as far as bruteball went -- it was the first year he'd been captain, and had only recreationally played before then, but Nuk didn't seem particularly bothered by the hissing creature, tossing it up in the air and catching it again as if it didn't have any teeth at all. Which, of course, was a fatal mistake. One wrong throw, and the thing had most of his fist in it's jaws, tearing at the skin as he yelped and shook his hand roughly, flinging it to the ground.

"Jackin s**t...!"

Lifting his bloody hand to his mouth, he tried to stifle the blood with a few more aggrivated grumbles, bringing his foot down on the (safe end of) the bruteball as it tried to wiggle away.

Oh yes, bruteball was going to be fun.



OOC: This RP will be open until FRIDAY LATE EVENING EST!

Notes!

Some of our team had the AWESOME idea of splitting up the game into two parts, so basically games will be every weekend (possibly every other weekend, if we get swamped!)
* First half will start 10am SATURDAY EST, lasting until about noon.
* The second half will be 6pm (subject to change -- please let me know if this time is good for you guys!) SUNDAY EST lasting until 8pm ish.
* There will be a thread open WELL in advance, for you guys to look over. If you see any problems, please contact me

This rp is NOT MANDATORY. However, participating will get you 2 stat points! (Those who did not see their stats update in the club thread or have not told me the points, please contact me!)

Once Hel had made a promise, a commitment, nothing would stand in the way!

Luckily, the reaper didn’t at all mind being up at the crack of dawn, didn’t mind the way the fog still lingered on the fields, and more importantly, she didn’t mind the fact that they were probably going to get dirty today. The dirtier you were, the more you worked and played, or so she thought! The valkyrie jogged down to the field with the same energy she always had, grinning widely at the two lead students already there.

“Good morning, Captains!” She called out coming to a stop near them, and took note of Nuk’s injured hand immediately. “Ah, the ball wanted some already, huh?” She questioned, now fishing around in her apron pockets with a look of concentration. After a moment the ghoul pulled out a roll of gauze, and waved it around. “Would you like for me to wrap that for you?” Hel questioned with concern, eager to help out.

Danny showed up in a pair of running shorts and a white tee. What was she supposed to wear to practice anyways? They had pads and stuff sure, but Danny wasn't really sure what was required of her. Exercise clothes would be okay, right?

Her hair was up, and so were her spirits. She was ready to play some bruteball! Danny waved to the two captains and said, "Hel!" whilst grabbing her in a sort of makeshift hug from the back. Gosh her wings were tiny and cute. Tiny like her own!

With her hands on her hips, Danny looked at the bruteball gnawing at Nuk. "Need some help there Skinwalker Nuk?" she said whilst giggling.

"Yeah? Shut up pretty boil," Nuk replied with a little sneering sulk, jerking an elbow out to get Altair right in the ribs as he walked by. He might have agreed to co-captain the bruteball team with him, but it seemed their bickering would never end -- it was just something the team would have to get used to. That's what happened when a cocky a*****e kissed your ghoulfriend. Or well, your then-ghoulfriend. And he knew the incubus had done it just to make him mad. Hell, he still did s**t like that -- it was like there was something just fundamentally ingrained in them that grated on their nerves whenever they saw each other. If it wasn't for the fact that it wouldn't do to be fighting in front of their team, the skinwalker was sure they'd have been on the ground, writhing in the mud and cursing at each other as they wrestled.

In fact, their relationship reminded him of this HELLISH, HAUNTING song he'd heard in the scariest s**t he'd ever seen -- a MUSICAL. About a PINK WITCH. He'd had nightmares about that giggling for months.

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you.
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, my face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervent as a flame... does it have a name? Yes...

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.

Looking over at Altair now, the skinwalker narrowed his eyes, looking from the demon's face to his clothing, pursing his lips. Oh yes. Loathing was definitely the word.

For the sake of the team, Nuk completely ignored Altair other than that, instead turning a complete 180 to face the students who were beginning to filter in, grinning and slapping Tro on the back as he passed. With his good hand, of course. He was immensely surprised, however, when Hel stopped in front of him, blinking twice as she began digging in her apron and leaning forward a bit to (quite rudely) peer down into the pocket to see what she was doing, immensely curious what she kept in there. Severed fingers? Or maybe a heart... he'd heard a story once about the queen of hearts keeping hearts in the bloody folds of her dresses... "Yeah, wasn't payin' attention..." he replied a little distractedly, leaning back again when she had produced whatever she had been looking for. Which was... gauze. For another second he looked surprised, quirking an eyebrow, but the look soon passed, replaced with a smooth, devilish smirk.

"If you're the one wrapping it, that would be perfect~"

He should have known better than to flirt with the other team members. The skinwalker suddenly remembered why he'd considered making it a boils-only game... except Hel made an EXCELLENT addition, and not just 'cause she was drop-dead gorgeous -- her skills as Safety would do wonders for the team. So he didn't regret the choice at all. Besides, if Calder stared at the other boils half as much as he guessed, he would more than make up for the skinwalker's harmless flirting.

Speaking of Calder...

Glancing up, he spotted the kelpie not far off, conveniently walking their direction. "Naw I'm fine Demon-Danny, but thanks," he replied quickly to the fire-demoness with a short grin, waving dismissively at his injury before turning his attention to the other boil. Thankfully, it seemed Calder had taken their advice to come see them, and at a great time too. Grinning a bit at the sheepish look, Nuk snickered a bit, glancing over at Altair and reaching out to grab the incubus' arm, dragging him over. "What'dya say Altair? Should we let him on the team? He's a bit scrawny for a horse..." he teased, molten amber eyes looking Calder over as if seriously considering denying him.

The reaper had been focused on seeing if Nuk wanted the roll of gauze or not, so when her named was suddenly called and she was grabbed from behind, the ghoul was acting all on reflex now. She dropped the gauze and grabbed the offending arm in an attempt to strike back. Quicker than you could bat a eye lash, and considering that Danny possibly wasn’t expecting it, Hel leaned forward and quickly tugged on the ghoul’s arm, pulling Danny over her back and flipping her onto the ground. The reaper’s gaze narrowed, until she realized who it was, and gave out a bit of a small laugh. “Danny!” She scolded lightly. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, friend!” Hel, stilling using that hold on her arm, pulled the ghoul back up on her feet and brushed any stray grass off of her before releasing her.

Hel picked the gauze back up, and grinned back at Nuk with a firm nod of her head. “You got it, Captain!” She replied, unwinding some of the gauze and holding out a hand so that she could see his injured one.

While she waited, the ghoul gave a nod of her head to Petro. “Good morning, friend! Good to see you.”

Calder had been waiting for either approval or dismissal, but while Nuk and Altair were being playful, Calder's eyes shot wide with personal insult. "I AM NOT A HORSE!" He shouted, having it up to here at everyone telling him that. "Kelpie. Kelpie. Keeeellll - piiieeeeee. It's not hard! I don't call you a goat - " To which Calder pointed to Altair. "...or you a mutt!" To which he pointed to Nuk. "My breed and that of horses are only brothers. NOT the same thing! Not. The. Same." Calder pointed to palm to stress this point. It seemed this part was a bit sensitive for the kelpie only because everyone seemed to get it wrong. Huffing, he pointed to them both, eyes narrowing. "I will n** the both of you so hard if you get it wrong again."
Crossing hsi arms, he allowed a moment to flick his tail a few times before he moved to the OTHER insult. "And I am NOT dead weight. HECK! You already have dead weight on the team!" Seeing as Chrsitof was around after all. "I can probably run faster than all of you put together. These scrawny legs could pace circles around you both." If there was ONE thing he could take pride in, it was running. He had done it since he was born and he felt he could outrun everyone here.

Early mornings didn't bother the hungry ghost, never had. Least not since his waking into this unlife. He was up early nearly every morning. If not for fitness club, then for a long run around the campus. He didn't have to sleep, and generally only lingered in bed more then a couple hours if his ghoul happened to be curled up beside him. An occurrence that happened more often then not these days, much to the jikininki's delight. Oh he'd still raise early every so often for his morning runs, but there was few things better to him then being able to crawl right back in bed with the futakuchi-onna upon his return. There'd be no return to his bed this morning though, and so he'd left the sleeping ghoul with his minis curled around her.

Being a ghost though, despite the ghastly hour, Seiji seemed pretty damn chipper as he emerged from teh gloom and the shadow and sauntered up to the others. A hand coming to fall on Calder's shoulder as he came to a stop beside him, grinning over towards Petro. "Because he's not a horse, Bro." The kelpi beside him was given a small squeeze to his shoulder. "He's a Kelpi, s'different." It had been impossible not to hear the other boy hollering as he'd approached them all.

He wiggled clawed fingers up towards the skinwalker and demon standing before them all, smiling in greeting. "Morning captains," then turned back to Calder, voice dropping a little. "I'm sure they didn't mean nothing by it, Cal." No, he and Calder weren't particularity close, but he liked the boil alright. He gave him a pat the back before moving to punch Bul playfully in the shoulder.

A glance was swept around the field, lingering in turn on each and every one of the team mates already present. He'd been wary of the ghouls when they'd first ventured out on the practice field for the tryouts, but they'd soon washed away any doubts he may have had that they'd have trouble playing such a physically demanding spot.

The morning of bruteball practice, For Damien it came with very little sleep due to all the excited fidgeting he made in his pile of covers that he called a bed. He was so excited, so amped, so....
worried

Ever since he went and accidentally sent the horse boil Tro into a rampaging frenzy and as a result made the boy/girl Kelpie very cross with himself, The hell-hound felt kind of awkward when he arrived onto the field that dewy morning.

"Morning folks!" he said in a less than exuberant voice than normal before going up to the co-captains. "Morning leaders!" he said plainly and his swirling green eyes zoned in on the trail of blood on the Skinwalkers hand. "First casualty of the day Nuk?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face. Well, at least he was going to take solace that it wasn't himself.