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[Nornslayer]

RISING CHAMPIONS

TIME & DATE: Friday @ 11 AM - August 30th, 2022
SETTING: Summit Academy, Stanford CA
WHAT IS HAPPENING?: Move in day

Champions - Barns Courtney

coded by hanthesunbeam

 

[SUGAR.]

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king Nornslayer & mentions jiselle Majestic..

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Lockheed

☼ mimosa

mimosa had pretty much all of her stuff unpacked. she didn't own too much so moving was always on the breezy side. she sat with a huff on her twin-sized bed, gaze resting on the empty side of the room opposite her. she had no clue who her roommate was and they were nowhere to be found. she was excited to meet them but did have to admit she was going to miss her old roommate chloe. chloe was a hoot, the two of them always got into shenanigans together. but alas she graduated and was on to bigger and better things. the sound of an obnoxiously loud car zooming by pulled mimosa from her thoughts. it was only around eleven in the morning. she had the whole day ahead of her, so she might as well get out of her room and enjoy the day. mimosa stood up, stretching her arms as she crossed the way to where her bag lay. she threw the black cross-body bag over her shoulder, making sure all her cards and things were inside. slipping her phone in her pocket she left her dorm room, making sure to lock it before she got too ahead of herself.
mimosa smiled as the fresh air filled her lungs and the cali sun hit her skin. she loved living in this state, the weather was phenomenal. there was a nice breeze being close to the ocean as well. it was a beautiful day to take a stroll around campus. she descended the steps that led up to the dorm and as she did a familiar blonde caught her eye. jiselle boss, middle blocker on the summit academy women's volleyball team. mimosa was a sophomore on the team and was going to be the starting libero this year. "Hey Jiselle!!" She yelled across the way, giving the blonde with the resting bitch face an enthusiastic wave. she didn't stick around long for conversation, but she was sure she caught an exaggerated eye roll as she turned the corner and out of sight. mimosa liked to consider jiselle a friend, in fact she liked to consider everyone a friend. unfortunately, not everyone thinks the same about mimosa. jiselle included. mimosa didn't really let it bother her though. as she walked she noticed a food truck up ahead, one selling juices and smoothies. quickening her stride mimosa strolled up and ordered her favorite: a sunset smoothie consisting of orange juice, pineapple, mangos, and strawberries. now that she had a refreshing drink, she was even more excited for her walk. mimosa loved her school and her campus, it was beautiful with palm trees and a grassy quad. the buildings had cool architecture and the volleyball gym was in great condition. it felt good to be back. mimosa continued her stroll, people watching as she sipped her smoothie. she found herself on the path she'd typically take to the gym for practices. the thought made her nerves tingle. mimosa's heart and soul belonged to volleyball. she'd been playing for as long as she can remember. she was itching for practices to start back and see her teammates again, but unfortunately, there was no practice on move-in day. mimosa found herself frowning a bit, making note to go to the on-campus rec facility for a nice workout later today.
taking a final slurp of her smoothie, she dropped it into a trashcan as she walked. she was stuck behind these two guys who were walking so slow. if there was one thing mimosa couldn't stand it was slow walkers. she did a little sidestep maneuver and her tiny legs took larger steps in order to pass the two. she kept the quick pace to pull enough ahead to return to her version of a comfortable walk. just as she was about to turn to take a path through the quad leading her back to the dorm she noticed someone. her steps faltered as she squinted her eyes, double-checking herself. but there was no doubt in her mind who that giant, tatted man was. mimosa could have sworn her heart dropped to her ass. how did she not know he was going here? did he transfer? he didn't go here last year he played for a different college. she froze in place, staring at him. stood before her was her childhood best friend, hawkins king. "no fucking way." she breathed, ignoring the grumbling of the two slow walkers as they complained about her stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. he still hadn't noticed her, so she took the opportunity to take the idiot by surprise. she broke into a light jog, coming up behind him. "hey hawkie, long time no see!" she chirped, not being able to hide the huge grin on her face. she used a nickname she called him, she was one of the few who could call him anything other than king and not get pummeled for it. she waiting for him to turn around, the hurt to jump on him and hug him making her antsy. why did that loser not tell her he was going here? they texted almost every day! she pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to be bothered with the details. she was just beyond thrilled to see her best friend in person again after all this time.

coded by reveriee.

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king + mimosa / clove + xiomara

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Abrams

★ lance

lance's journey back to summit academy was a bit of a trek. he's originally from a suburb of portland, oregon and while that is closer to summit than say texas or nyc, it isn't really just a light jog away. he was a bit lazy and didn't want to arrive on campus any earlier than he had too, even if was eager to be back. he got lonely easily and knowing not many would be back in town sooner than move in day prompted him to get a flight the morning of. he had already packed and sent his things off to his dorm a few days ago so they would be there when he arrived. he was scheduled to land around 10am, which was perfect timing. on the flight, he worked on a graphic to promote volleyball season. he was itching to make a hype video but needed to get new footage during practice of the updated team members of both teams. a lot of seniors graduated and a little birdie told him there were a few transfers being thrown into the mix as well. the flight was not super long and by the time they landed, he was satisfied with the graphic he had made and sent it to the head of socials for approval.

the uber ride from the airport to the campus wasn't that long either. all he had on him was his backpack, his other things should be waiting for him in his new room, which he definitely forgot the number of. he heard they were in new dorms built for the volleyball players which certainly got him excited. i mean, who doesn't love a fresh new dorm building that isn't crusty or moldy? arriving at his destination, he thanked his driver and got out, that cali sun beaming down on him. the lanky boy sported a huge grin as he put his headphones in his ears and started blaring his queen, whitney houston. he had a lot of pep in his step as he made his way to the registration building. he hummed the tune, the white cords to his old headphones swinging in time with his body. yes, he was aware they made bluetooth ones nowadays and no he didn't care. the campus felt very familiar to him, seeing as lance was a junior. the path to the registration building was an easy one, though he had to side-step a few short people as he strode by. what can he say, he had long strides. campus was coming to life as most everyone was arriving. he checked his apple watch, seeing a text from his mom and sister as well as taking note it was 11. he was making splendid time. looking up from his watch he spotted the starting libero for the women's team in a very interesting hold with a large tattooed man. "Okay mimosa, I see you girl!" he called to her with a cheeky grin. He kept on his way and up the stairs, noticing two more familiar faces. one of his closest pals on the team clove was talking to scary serious xiomara. lance was a sociable guy but he was simply not in the mood to bug xiomara today. he had a whole semester to do that. instead he kept walking, knowing he'd see clove later on anyways. entering the building he audible gasped at the line. "well this is a surprise, guess I should've remembered my room number huh?" he grumbled to himself, turning up whitney as he crossed his arms and stood at the back of the line.

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[Nornslayer]

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"this is a dialogue."

Patroclus, better known as king, fluidly dismounted from his bike. Queen was his pride and joy, something he saved for years to get and cared for more than 90% of people. Carefully he stood her up in a parking spot, glaring as people passed by. If he came back and she had even the smallest scratch, he'd give the perpetrator a dent they wouldn't forget. Popping open the seat he grabbed a small bag he had stuffed in there and slugged it over his shoulder, the duffel bag colliding against his backpack already strapped to him. The senior didn’t have much on him, just his very large backpack bought from a military surplus store purely for the trip, and his small duffel bag. Driving cross country on a motorcycle didn't allow for much luggage, for the next couple of days he would only have the small amount he brought with him. For his move to campus he had dipped into his meager savings and hired some movers to cart all his shit here, not that he had that much anyway. Unfortunately, they wouldn't arrive till Tuesday at the earliest. For now at least, he had what he needed. His bags contained mostly clothing and skin/hair care products. True masculinity was taking care of your body.

His muscles flexed as he took off his helmet and strapped it to the handles of his bike, finished getting himself together and took a look around campus. It was alright, buildings looked bright and shiny, no paint peeling or anything. Not as nice as Stanford University but that was expected. Beggars couldn't be choosers, this was his last chance. After getting kicked out of Stanford he thought his volleyball career was over, and with it his reason for existence. He owed everything to his mother and her old friend, and he vowed to himself to not let her down. He would do his best to rein in his temper and not waste this opportunity. All that almost went out the window when a convertible pulled into the spot next to him barely avoiding nicking his bike. King took a deep breath and clutched his hands into fists counting to ten in his head like his therapist recommended. "Do not beat up the freshmen, do not beat up the freshmen," he muttered under his breath.

Focusing back on his task, the tattooed senior stalked up to the administration building, long muscular legs eating up the ground. Oblivious to the stares, and some glares pointed at him by giggling young women and their irate partners. A powerful push sent the door flying, slamming into a student as they were trying to exit. He ignored their cry of pain and sidestepped around their fallen form, not offering a hand or an apology. “Don’t stand in front of doors next time fuckface.” The office space was teeming with students, all of them clamoring to get their room assignment and settle in. King sure as hell wasn’t going to wait with the rest. Being the asshole he is, the libero shoved his way to the front, using his brawn and his 6’8 frame. One brave guy tried to protest but reconsidered after King’s harsh glare and soft glare. The kid decided that a very large, heavily tattooed man who growls like a feral dog in public, is crazy and not someone he wanted to start a fight with. He quickly stepped down. Smart man, King thought with a smirk. Satisfied, he walked the last few feet to the front, cutting in front of a well dressed blonde girl with a bitchy look on her face, who was just about to step up to the front desk. Not giving her a chance to speak, the volleyball player introduced himself to the tired looking woman behind the desk. “Patroculs Hawkins. Senior transfer.” Short and to the point, just as he likes it.

The woman gave him a disapproving once over and a small hum before typing furiously. “Alrighty, you appear to be housed in Malcolm Hall, Room 101B. Go Falcons.” The cheer sounded very unenthusiastic but he wasn’t one to point that out.” King gave a slight nod of thanks, grabbed a campus map from the pile, and then headed back out. This time the crowd separated for him, not wanting to be hit by his firm form. The tall man leaned back against Queen, and stared at his map in confusion. While he was by no means unintelligent, map reading was never a core strength of his. Frowning, he held the map up above his head as if that would make reading it easier. “Fucking piece of shit useless ass map,” he angrily shouted, kicking the sign nearby as a way to release his rapidly growing rage. King was torn out of his frustration by a shouted nickname he hadn’t heard in years and then a heavy weight on his back. Instincts kicked in and he grabbed a slender wrist pulling the girl over his shoulder and slamming her into the ground in front of him. Halfway through, the neurons finally fired and he realized who was in his arms. This time a different set of instincts kicked in and he slipped his other hand under the girl’s head, protecting her from a head injury. Knowing it was Mimosa, his childhood best friend, he knew she could not afford to lose any more brain cells. Feeling a little awkward and still in the half tango position they found themselves in, he coughed a bit and forced out a greeting. “Fruitcake, long time no see.” He was sure she was pissed for not keeping her updated, but what was he supposed to say? Yeah I’m a fuckup who ruined everything and got kicked out of school and this is my last chance to somehow not waste my pathetic excuse of a life? No fucking way, she was the one person that always believed in him, he couldn’t disappoint her. Not Mimosa.

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wicked shallows

♡coded by uxie♡

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"this is a dialogue."

Xiomara woke up slowly, still slightly groggy. Next to her, her alarm chirped softly, illuminating large numbers reading 5 A.M. For a minute she debated rolling over and going back to sleep but she resisted. She did have a routine to keep after all, and breaking it wouldn't be good. With a sigh the young woman rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thump. She grunted and lifted her arms above her head, popping her back like bubble wrap. Next she moved into a series of stretches, making sure every joint was loosened and stretched. Finishing her stretches, Mara headed out the door, making sure to creep about quietly so her father wouldn’t be woken. The Russian winced slightly as the staircase made a loud creaking sound on her way down. Pausing for a second, Mara listened carefully for any signs of someone moving down the hall, before once more continuing on. Assured that her dad was still asleep she continued down the winding staircase. As she circled down, she carefully slid his hand along the banister, reaching out with his other senses to make sure he didn't trip and break her neck in some way. Xiomara didn’t want to risk waking anyone by turning on the bright foyer light. She had the same route every morning, a 5k run along the vast road that stretched out in front of the house. People were rarely out and about at this time, meaning she could focus only on the sound of her beating heart and the dulcet tones of Tchaikovsky. She sped up into a slight jog, beginning to let her mind drift and the only thing she allowed to remain was the swell of violins chorusing through her head. For the next 20 minutes she didn't think about how today began her second year at Stanford, her second year attempting to be nothing but the best in a futile attempt to finally win over her parents and in a way herself. They had so ingrained in her that she was flawed, despite her achievements, that being imperfect is all she could ever think she was. But she wasn’t thinking about that now, or about how she was a useless daughter who would never be her older sister or her precious younger brother, or that love was a far fetched idea. She didn't think about anything but Tchaikovsky. Xiomara slowly came back to herself as she heard the familiar sounds of the old building coming to life. Her father employed many people, as such a massive place was difficult to care for alone, and she recognized the soft voices of a few maids she knew well.

As she lightly jogged up the walkway, she called out a breathy hello, winded a tad from her intense run. Her senses informed her it was nearing 7 am, and she needed to grab her items and be prepared to head back to Stanford. The family driver was told to send her off, as her father deigned to stay inside his study, drunk and alone. It was a common sight, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of anger and frustration. Her own father refused to even say goodbye. She was used to it though, the love of her father has never been a thing she's felt. This year would be different though, Mara would make sure her team made it to the championships and that she would perform so well a scout couldn’t not recruit her. Her parents would be proud then, she knew it. Heading back upstairs she began packing, keeping everything as organized as possible. She had packed most of her items the other night with the help of Maria and Label, two of the kindest maids at the mansion, but she still had a bag left to fill. It didn't take her long, Mara was quick and efficient in all things even something as simple as packing. When she was finished she had three full bags packed and ready to go and her internal clock informed her it was about 8 am. "Just in time,” she murmured softly to herself. She held up a slender toned arm and sniffed it, wincing hard at the sweaty well worked out scent flooded her nostrils. With some rapid fire math, she deduced that she had enough time to wash and then change before setting out. Dressed and fully ready, the pale sophomore slung a bag over her shoulder and grabbed the other two. On her way out, she stopped for a second, lingering by the grand oak doors barricading her father inside. Shaking her head, she moved on, knowing that a visit would only lead to her being called a disappointment again. Her mother was off on a business trip, not even calling to wish her good luck traveling.

A short drive followed by a long flight and another short drive later, her Uber approached the towering school. As all the students in the volleyball program had to, she was on campus in the special dorms this year which she had mixed thoughts on. This was only the third year of the program and the new dorms had just been built, being stuck only with her team members may lead to strife. She didn't often get along with others, hence her being slightly hesitant at having no escape from her teammates. The car braked, sending her lunging forward with surprised gasp that she quickly hid. She refrained from speaking and gracefully stepped outside the vehicle, swiftly grabbing her luggage. Without looking back Xiomara strode away from the car, having already paid and tipped. Looking around, she spotted a few familiar faces, but ignored them for the moment. She raised a brow at the sight of her team’s libero in a passionate hold of a very tall tattooed man. A sight she resisted the urge to gag at. Part of her wondered who he was and how Mimosa knew him, the larger part didn’t care. Very much ignoring that pair, she swiftly walked past Jiselle, their middle blocker. Her pace picked up when she noticed out of the corner of her eye, the one guy she couldn’t stand, the men’s team setter; Clove Bullara. Last year she often butted heads with him, Clove being an annoying joker who didn’t put an ounce of work into the sport. Mara of course not standing for that. The fact that the man was still on the team baffled her. His plays were lackluster and his attitude toward the sport was horrendous. He was a waste of pure talent and that pissed the young woman off more than anything else. The setter would be sure to avoid him as much as one could avoid someone she would be forced to be around. That is to say, barely. Hopefully the man didn’t see her and she could avert an uncomfortable meeting.

a soreness so familiar it soon becomes unquestioned

crywank

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[kakemha]

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It was quiet, that was all that mattered to Alya, peace and quiet before all the noise would come. She sipped the last of her coffee from her cup and finished the book she was reading. It was one of her favorite classics, Pride and Prejudice. 'What I would give to have something like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.' She thought to herself as she put the book back on the shelf in the cafe. Walking back to her table, she picked up her empty coffee cup and walked over to the counter that the old couple who ran the store were sitting. "Thanks again for the coffee." She thanked them and set the cup down and took out the money to pay. After a bit of small chatter, she was on her way to the dorms. She already registered with the office and unpacked a few things, but wanted to cup of coffee before she finished. Walking over to the train station, she put on some music and got on her train back to college. As the ride went on, she wrote some poetry in her notebook. It was a pass time she always did on the train, it was one of her favorites. The train soon was at her stop and she went over to the dorms. Once she was at her dorm once more, she began to unpack with her ear phones in. She didn't have much to unpack so it only took her about 20 minutes to unpack the rest. She layed out on her bed, wondering who her knew room ate would be and what they were like. I guess she would have to wait and find out.

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Clove Bullara

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"this is a dialogue,"

Clove had been having a fantastic dream in which he was playing the perfect game. Every set was exactly how he wanted it, and all the wonderful and creative plays he usually messes up, he pulled off spectacularly as the final point was about to be scored, as a perfectly on point queen began playing in the distance. It's a kind of magic, the words spoke to him as if it were a miracle, but that miracle was quickly shattered and felt like a tonne of bricks, either that or his room's cold wooden floor. Clove was face first flat against the wooden floor of his room when the dream ended, the sound of Queen emanating from his phone's alarm.

The sleep-deprived Clove lay flat for a few more minutes before dragging himself off the cold hard floor; this was not the way he wanted to start the day, but his mood quickly changed when he saw the date and the name of the alarm. Turning off his alarm, Clove's eyes locked on the name of it; it's moving day, and Clove has been anticipating this since the break began; it was time to return to college, but one thing didn't make sense to the male. Why in the name of God would he set it to half five? Sure, he liked getting up early and going for a morning run or other form of exercise, but half five was far too early, and for the second time that morning, a sudden realisation hit him. He still hadn't packed anything.

Clove spent the next half-hour running around like a headless chicken, stuffing two large duffel bags with everything he'll need for the next two weeks. He intended to hire a moving truck to transport the remaining items at some point, but knowing that prices are always higher on moving day, he decided the best course of action was to postpone it for a few days and then hire a truck. Time flew by much faster than expected, and by the time Clove had finished packing, said goodbye to his mother, and ate what she referred to as their final meal, it was already time to leave. He didn't see his father that morning, and he didn't expect to; the man was always too busy for Clove.

Clove was born and raised in Stanford, but he lived a couple of hours away from campus, so the frugal young man decided that the best way to get to campus would be to jog there. Not only was it free, but it also allowed him to supplement his usual morning run with some extra weight training thanks to his bags. Clove may appear and act like a slacker, but anyone who knows his volleyball ethic knows he wasn't a slacker and would go to any length to gain an advantage. Clove enjoyed running in the mornings because seeing the city come to life was one of his favourite sights. It always put him in a good mood, and with everything else going on today, elated was the only word that came to mind.

The jog to campus grounds was uneventful, which was fortunate for Clove because it meant he arrived with plenty of time to change out of his sweat-soaked clothes, dry himself off a little, and change into some more appropriate clothing for his first day back on campus. To the surprise of some new freshman who happened to be in the restroom at the same time and were met with his musclar tattooed body who quickly acted like they saw nothing when Clove met eyes with them, if only they knew that Clove really didn't care what they saw after all, they were all men after all.

Now more presentable. Clove stuffed his used clothing into one of his duffle bags; he'd only been on campus for an hour and already had laundry to do. Clove exited the restroom and made his way straight to the administration building; he had heard that the volleyball team's dorm had finally been built and that both the male and female teams would be living in it together, but the only part that interested him was who his roommate would be. Lance was the first name that came to mind, but the chances of that happening are slim to none, but the man can dream, and he will. Just the thought of him and Clove as roommates made him happy, and he couldn't wait to find out who it would be.

Clove was confronted by the strangest sight as he approached the administration building. A giant appears to be tangoing with a much smaller female. Clove could already tell that this was going to be a fantastic year, and it was only the first day. Clove didn't notice the female was Mimosa Lockheed, the libero for the female team, until he danced to get past the two, which begged the question, who was this giant? He didn't know Mimosa to well, but he got along well with her, giving her the nickname 'fireball,' as he does with everyone, and with what an explosion of personality she was, fireball was the first thing that came to mind. Clove made the decision not to disrupt the two's dance. Instead his eye's found another target clearly trying to ignore his gaze. Xiomara or at he calls her 'Little miss perfect.'

Xiomara and Clove first met last year and hit it off... just like the Titanic and an iceberg. Despite the fact that they were both setters, their approaches to the game couldn't have been more different, and their personalities were polar opposites, but that didn't stop Clove from trying to be friends with her. He found her interesting, and the way she played was amazing to the older male; he had tried to copy it a few times but was always way off, and he always went back to his freeform style of playing.

Clove shifted his gaze from the administration building door to Xiomara a few times before deciding to approach Xiomara. Sure, they got along about as well as a sinking ship last year, but this year would be different. Clove was not one to take defeat lightly. Clove jogged to catch up to her and, as usual, began speaking with a wide smile on his face

"Yo little miss perfect, how'd break treat you? Get much chance to brush up on them fine skills of yours?"

His jovial tone pervaded his words, and his smile never faltered for a second.

"I saw this Italian player do a serve that sent the ball flying into the sky, and I decided that's the serve for me; I doubt I'll be using it in games anytime soon, but damn, I'm getting the hang of it."

Clove had no idea how to start a conversation with Xiomara, so she chose the one thing they had in common. Volleyball.

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achilles wasn’t a happier camper this morning, the start of his day was shit as he was given a ticket for an expired meter— by two minutes. he got in a screaming match with a man on the street, Achilles normally doesn’t invoice himself in other peoples business but this particular man was getting a little to loud with two women, he didn’t feel right just leaving them there. so that alone had gotten him hot and bothered, his knuckle was screaming at him after breaking that man’s nose.
on top of that, a smoothie girl dumped an entire tray of drinks into the front of his shirt, he didn’t understand how she could miss him but at this point he didn’t care. the feeling of sticky liquid against his skin made him feel ill, but the trek back to his car had made it worse. those on the street has the right idea to move out of his way when he went past, the pissed off expression on his face really sold it— don’t fuck with me. thankfully though, it was in the early morning so he didn’t have to interact with very many people. anyone that knows achilles, they know that he’s a morning person and prefers the stillness of that. if he can get all of his shit done before anyone else is awake, the happier he is. achilles was able to sit in his rage, all by himself in the student parking lot for a good five minutes before going back to the dorms and clean himself up. he already knew he was gonna have to clean the seat of his car, while he was good at keeping majority of the sticky fluid from his leather seats, he was far to covered in it to not get it on his seats.


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feeling clean and having a fresh pair of clothes on made him feel better, he was still in a pissy mood— but it was better then this morning. a soft groan came past his lips as he threw his dirty clothes into his basket, rolling his eyes at the thought of this morning but trying to forget about it but the stinking across his knuckles made it hard to ignore it. a soft pink hue would most likely turn a dark purple at some point in the next few days, maybe in the next few hours— that guy had a thick skull so it wouldn’t surprise him. either way, that guy was taking a nap on some concrete and even that was too good for him. the way he was talking to those women made his stomach hot, bubbling like an active volcano. Achilles isn’t a nice guy, he’s got the three people that he cares about and that’s all he needs for now— but he won’t leave someone in need of help, especially women being harassed by pig headed boys. while his mother was a shitty person, somehow she was able to instill that into her son; the lack of emotional support he had as a child didn’t seem to hinder his ability to feel for another person in that way. sometimes he wished he didn’t care so much, but something in him just wont allow him to walk away. no matter how annoying it might be.

the layout of his side of his room definitely show cased that he was in fact— a material girl. he liked to decorate and you could tell him personality through that. the bed was dressed in dark colors of green and black, the pillows were a dark, dark teal green. the walls has various pieces of art work, three black mirrors and some other aesthetically pleasing wall art. on his shelf’s there are various little mind puzzles, a small white sculpture of of the greek god achilles and other things related— dark academia kinda vibes if you had to describe it, but he has some wacky pieces here and there. his favorite piece he has in his room is a skull of a saber tooth tiger that sits on his night stand, on a little pole that holds it up. it sits next to his lap and whatever book he happens to be reading at the time— it took him an hour or two getting his room the way he wanted it to look like and thankfully, he was alone for the time being. besides, his room also happened to be the hot spot for all the fun snacks as he is a constant snacker abs cannot go a day without them— he raised his bed simply to be able to contain his snack hoard.

with that being said, Achilles was soon out the door of his room and made his way down the hall. he was hoping the rest of his day wasn’t as bad as this morning, but knowing him something would happen either way.

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;; Jiselle Boss

Jiselle woke up from the pounding of her head and light coming from out of nowhere. Knowing exactly who was waiting for her behind her closed eyelids, Jiselle took a deep breath and sat up. “I’m up, dad, you can leave for your meeting now.” Jiselle spat as her head was still pounding and she wasn't really in the mood for another lecture about how she was “ruining” her life. Her dad for some unknown reason believed he could lecture her every time she went back to campus to stop the drinking and partying. This is why she spent most of her breaks away from home because they did nothing but just piss her off more.

Thirty minutes later she finally was able to jump in the shower and get away from her dad. As usual, it was the same lecture of if Jiselle was going to stay on her path and wanted to continue to be supported she needed to stay in volleyball. For some reason, her parents just seem to believe volleyball was going to be the thing that saved her future or whatever. Jiselle however believed her future was just fine with what she was doing so she zoned out halfway through.

Once she got out of the shower she quickly changed into some brown cardigan pants and a checkered white and brown crop top. She quickly did her makeup just doing some mascara and lipgloss before grabbing her Louis Vuitton bag and making her way downstairs where she found Dawn, her mother's personal assistant on the phone. Jiselle just slipped past her into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee before waiting for Dawn to get off the phone so she’d know her move-in plans and be on her way back to Summit Academy. Jiselle didn't really care much about the school since she skipped most of her classes anyway but if it got her away from her parents for ten months she gladly would move back into the small dorms.

After another 5 minutes, Dawn finally came into the kitchen. “The movers know where to go now and are making their way there. I’d leave soon if I was you. Also so you don’t forget, the address for the new team dorms is being sent to you now.” Dawn said as she texted away on her phone most likely to her mother. Dawn was always in work mode and how could Jiselle possibly forget that she was being forced to live with her teammates to whom she barely got along. The whole team was a mix of very different people it was no wonder they never made it that far into the championships, they were a mess.

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It didn’t take too long for Jiselle to get to the dorms, at least they were brand new she thought to herself as she pulled up. As she made her way to the dorms she heard her name being yelled from a voice she knew all too well, Mimosa. Mimosa was her team's libero and was a ball of energy Jiselle did not have time for, especially on the first day back. Jiselle just rolled her eyes and kept on walking without a word. It’s definitely going to be something having to live with her and the others all year she just prayed those two weren’t dormed together.

When she finally found her dorm and unlocked the door she was shocked to find not two but three beds crammed into the small room. “What the HELL is this?” she practically yelled as she stormed back out of the dorm and quickly dialed Dawn. This was not what she signed up for with the team dorm living situation at all. She already had to live in the same building with them but sharing it with two other girls was NOT going to pass.

She was still fuming once she pulled up to the admissions office beyond pissed she had to solve this herself on top of everything, what was the point of Dawn then. Her anger only rose as she saw the long line she had to wait in. It was almost 40 minutes before she was up next when this tall, very muscular, and tattooed dick skipped the whole line and just waltzed his way to the desk. Whoever this guy was Jiselle was not having it but she knew better from one look at him that she shouldn’t start anything. If she had been intoxicated that would have been a whole other story.

Jiselle’s jaw dropped to the floor when she overheard where this dick was living, absolutely no way was she going to have to deal with more of him, this was ridiculous. She was pulled from her shock however when the kid behind her cleared his throat to get her to move to the desk. “Chill small dick I’m going.” She said with a look that could kill as she finally made her way to the desk to fix the issue of three to a dorm.

A clerical error! After arguing with the lady for twenty minutes the best the moronic lady behind the desk could give Jiselle was it was a clerical error they would be working on. She’d have to live with two other girls for at least a week before the stupid issue would be resolved she couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even 2 o’clock yet and Jiselle desperately needed a drink. So she made her way back to her “clerical error” of a dorm to see if the mini-fridge had been stocked with her favorite, malibu.

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;; Paxten Holmes

Paxten had been up since the sun rose over an hour ago. He practically got no sleep worrying about move-in day and the start of college which meant the start of a new season. Up until last year Paxten knew he was going to Stanford University, but his recent knee injury ruined all of that for him. He only had himself to blame for that situation since he hadn’t taken it slower when he had been told to. In doing so he only made his injury worse, causing the need for a surgery that would put him out of his senior year season. Once Stanford had found out they had quickly yanked away the full ride. They wanted him for his skills and with the injury that was no longer guaranteed. However, that no longer mattered; the past was in the past and Paxten had to stay positive. He was now going to Summit Academy and playing for them. He hadn’t heard much about the team there but he was staying upbeat about it.

After he had woken up he went on a small morning jog while still keeping it easy on his knee. After the surgery, he hadn’t stayed off it long enough and caused yet another issue with the healing process. So from now on Paxten swore to keep it easy on himself. After his jog he showered and then helped clean up around his small family home. He had everything already packed as of a few days ago, so now he was just waiting for his family to wake up before he left. They weren’t too keen on him leaving since he was the oldest and therefore the first to move out, but he was ready.

It took almost thirty minutes to get his mom off him when it was finally time. He couldn’t blame her since he was a momma's boy. He gave quick “Byes!” to his younger siblings and was on his way. The bus ride to campus wasn’t too bad; he just put in his headphones and played his meditating playlist to keep the nerves down. He couldn't tell if the nerves were from leaving home or being one step closer to playing volleyball again. Either way he was not enjoying the uncomfortable stomach pain.

Once he arrived on campus it took him a bit to finally find the Administrations offices. When he finally found it he stopped dead in his tracks for a minute. No way he was seeing who he thought he was. But he knew it was King from the way he held himself and his whole demeanor, King was hard to mix up. Paxten and King knew each other from high school and the fact that King was at Stanford last year when Paxten was being recruited. They hadn’t talked much but they definitely knew each other. The real question was what was he doing here of all places, Paxten was sure he hadn’t graduated yet. As wrong as Paxten knew he was, he just hoped King wasn’t planning on playing this year because Paxten was hoping for a clean slate this season. He didn’t want any expectations because he knew he wouldn’t be playing the same as he had a year ago.

Paxten’s breath hitched as he quickly put his head down to sneak past King without being noticed. Summit Academy was supposed to be his fresh start from his shit show senior year, but of course the universe wouldn't allow for that. Paxten quickly made his way into the building and kept walking as he turned around to ensure that King for sure hadn’t noticed him when he smacked right into whoever was in front of him. You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought as he quickly turned around to apologize. Turning around he had to crane his neck up to meet the face of the very tall guy he had just bumped into. Gosh was everyone here over 6 feet. he thought.

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mimosa simply couldn't wait any longer. the itching to hug the man in front of her grew too strong. without thinking of the consequences of her actions. one thing about king was that if he got startled his first instinct was to swing first and ask questions later. and about mid-jump mimosa remembered this very important fact. about as soon as her body hit him she felt herself being propelled forward. basically, her life went flashing before her eyes. "shit!" she squealed, her tiny frame being launched over the giant's shoulder. she braced for the impact of her body against the concrete but it never came. her eyes were squeezed shut and her breath caught in her throat when she realized, she was being held up by the nape of her neck and around her waist. sighing in relief mimosa opened her hazel eyes to see king sporting a confused and slightly awkward expression. "Fruitcake, long time no see." he greeted, using a nickname from their childhood as well. she grinned, standing herself up and getting them out of their half-tango position. "Sorry to startle you, I just got a bit ahead of myself!" Mimosa giggled, before standing on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his neck in a proper hug. Mimosa was already a hugger, but combine that with seeing someone she'd only seen over the phone for the past couple of years and you were long overdue for one of her hugs. "I've missed you a lot! It's so good to see you." She spoke, her smile ever present.
finally releasing him, she took a step back to a comfortable distance. she noticed the map crinkled up in his hand. her gaze moved from that back up to his face. "What are you doing here? Did you transfer!?" She asked, her head tilting slightly. she adjusted the bag on her shoulder, it nearly falling off in their little encounter. in fact, she found herself straightening out her clothes while waiting for his answer. mimosa had pretty severe adhd and was always moving in some capacity. it often came in the form of fidgeting with her hair or clothes, or anything in her hands. she was more of a hand-fidgeter than a knee tapper, though she was known to do that as well. one of the many thoughts zooming around her brain, accompanied by wow that's a pretty bird and ooh was that xiomara just then? was why didn't he tell me? mimosa did not want to dwell on this in their moment of reunion, but it did sting a little. she quickly got over the sting and chalked it up to him wanting to surprise her! that was clearly it, king knew she loved surprises. during all these thoughts her smile and facial expression never faltered, never gave away what was going on inside her head.
this reminded her somewhat of their first meeting when they were children. they both attended a volleyball camp until their high school years where they both went to play for their respective schools. on the first day of camp, mimosa was nervous having never been away from home for that long before. she was extra fidgety that day, not to mention extra clumsy. as she was walking during their break, she tripped and fell right into king's back, startling him. he turned around, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder much like he just did. however, he didn't brace her fall. "what the hell, watch where you're going pipsqueak." he growled at her. she wanted to cry but she didn't. "Owie, that wasn't very nice!" she frowned, standing up and dusting herself off. she then recognized him from earlier, he was already pretty good. "Hey, you're that librerero! the good one! I want to learn and be good like you! I'm a librerero too!" She grinned, standing tall and thumbing at her chest. King rolled his eyes. "It's libero, idiot." mimosa was oblivious to his insults. "We should be friends!" She said, eyes watching as he started to walk away from her. she followed along behind him, "My name's mimosa! What's yours?" "No."
Little mimosa didn't take no for an answer and she's glad she was a thick-headed child. the memory was a fond one, she laughs about it to this day. though both their skill levels have changed drastically, her resolve has remained the same. she wants to be as good a libero as king is. he is her role-model and has been since that fateful day in summer camp. she doubted there would be anything that would change that.

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King softly released the smaller girl as she pulled away, forcing a smile onto his face. Not that was wasn't happy to see her, he was just weird about showing it. She looked good, not much different from from he last saw her. She was shorter then, which he didn't think was possible. Always a spitfire though, never once afraid of him. He fondly remembered their first meeting at summer camp all those years ago. They met with a fall, and of course he wasn't particularly nice about it , but she took it in fall stride. He wasn't thrilled about a friendship but the headstrong girl refused to take no for an answer. She followed him around everywhere, bugging him until he caved. She was like a fungus...in the way that she grew on him and he couldn't remove her without medical help. In the end though, her forcing herself into his life was the best thing that could ever have happened to him. He knew she looked up to him, thats why King couldn't tell her. He always wanted her to be the little girl that looked at him with stars in her eyes and a wide smile on her face. It was the only thing he had left, even his own mother couldn't look at him without disappointment anymore. She was the only thing he had left.

King took a step back taking her in, "No worries shortie, I'm used to your sneak attacks by now." It was pretty common for them by now, Mimosa was rather tactile, something he didn't absolutely love but put up with for her. On that note, he winced as the sophomore lunged for him, wrapping her arms tightly around his muscular torso. He squeezed her briefly, tucking her head under his chin. "God you're so fucking needy bitch. Calm the fuck down." King's words were harsh but there was a fond note to his tone, that only those that knew him well would sense. So of course the dumbass would pick up on it, she's probably one of the only ones that would. Other than a man he tries not to think about, that relationship ended in a disaster even if deep down his heart still beats faster just thinking about him. He shook the thoughts out of his head, focusing back on what was right in front of him. "I have not missed you one bit, its actually been great to not have you hanging on my like a limpet."

The taller man smirked at her and flicked her forehead, not so gently. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar man and had to do a double take. If he was right it was that bastard Paxton from Stanford. Decent at volleyball but a stubborn dickhead who apparently loved to injure himself and then worsen the injury by being as stupid as a braindead goldfish. His face furrowed into an angry frown glaring at the man as he obviously tried to avoid King. The libero's attention was dragged back by Mimosa asking him if he transferred. He answered her question as he usually does, with snark. "No, I'm trespassing on school ground's just for fun. Yes dipshit, I transferred. Got offered a better scholarship or whatever." Wanting to change the subject he easily lifted her bags and made a grand gesture with his arm. "Shall we head to the dorms?? Before I die of old age."

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Xiomara was not currently a happy camper. The Russian had spotted Clove making his way toward her and she tried her best to speed up and escape into the crowd but the headstrong male swiftly cut in front of her. Her path to escape blocked off, she decided to resign herself to her fate, much like when one falls under an icy lake and must go limp as to save energy and stay afloat. Clove tended to often elicit that response in her. While she didn't necessarily hate him, they tended to rub each other wrong on a daily basis. As someone who prided themselves on her hardwork and perfect scores, a class clown like Clove deeply upset her. It was a shame his talent went to waste, his thick calloused hands and firm forearms shouted to the world "I am a volleyball player and i have the strength to be great!" but the absolute svo-lach'* decided that having a good time was more important than putting that strength to use. She felt similar about another player on the men's team, Lance. Something about the guys team attracted worthless men. Though, most men were below her anyway, in both a literal and figurative sense.

Looking at Clove, she couldn't disguise the disdain gleaming in her frosty eyes. "Did I say you could speak to me?" She asked, her slight Russian accent dusting the words as they fell from her lips. Xiomara knew that he was not one to easily back off and decided it was best to stick with her strategy of giving in to the icy current. A small part of her felt pleased by his assigned nickname to her, she was perfect after all. It didn't hurt that in the same sentence he gave appreciation to her skills. She knew she was damm good but it was...well nice to hear it. Not that she needed it! Or that she cared about what he thought! It was only right he owed her a compliment after daring to speak to her. Yes that was all. Redirecting her attention back to the mentioned man, she answered his question with an aloof wave of her hand, dismissing it. "Da, повторение - мать учения.** And my aim is to always be perfect after all. What else would I be doing on break. Fucking around like you?" The last part had a harshness to it, that was aimed to bite. Her favorite activity was pointing out his lack of work ethic, a point of contention that often caused trouble between the two.

Her needling of him was put on pause as the other part of his hurried speech sunk in. "Are you talking about Simone Anzani? You know of that man??" Mara was shocked to hear the tattooed male mention a player she closely followed the career of. Simone was one of her idols and someone she often watched games of for not just educational reasons. She loved his style of play, a mix of boldness and precision. Mara had often tried to mimic his key move, but it required more than just absolute precision. She couldn't believe that the complete idiot in front of her managed to copy his serve, something she couldn't do. Something within her stirred, a mix of frustration and more so, a sense of determination. "You will teach me, yes?" Although it was voiced as a question, her steely gaze and firm pressure made it clear it was a demand not a request. "First you help me move. Let us for once, make some use out of those muscles, shall we not? They're not just for show I hope. That would be rather disappointing." Having said that the tall women dumped her two heaviest bags into his arms and started wheeling her suitcase away, making sure to check the ripped piece of paper with her dorm assignment on it as she went. "Mush doggy, pick up the pace."

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a soreness so familiar it soon becomes unquestioned

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Alya was laying on her bed, facing the ceiling, just thinking. This was a habit she's had since she was a child. clearing her head nad thinking by looking up. Some said it was her weird quirk or something of that nature, but she couldn't fault it, this had worked for her years before until now. Whit no class or homework going on yet, her brain was filled with strategies. She knew most of the people on her team this year, as she probably played with them years prior to her becoming captain, so she knew their strengths and weaknesses or where to place them so that they would be at their strongest. Strategies are both her strength and downfall, there have been too many times that she would think of a strategy change in the middle of a match, hell even in the middle of a spike. So that's how she passed the time, not really keeping track of it though. After a few minutes, well a few minutes in her head, she sat up straight and got off the bed. Stretching a bit, she decided she would walk around the dorm, it was new to her after all so she wanted to be familiar with it as soon as possible. So she adjusted her clothing, making it look presentable and less disheveled as she headed for the dorm. But what she saw walking out the door surprised her and scared her at the same time. Xiomara and Clove, carrying luggage together, walking towards the dorm she was staying at.

She didn't know what to think. Never had she thought that those two would work together, but then again, they weren't playing volleyball right now. 'Maybe Clove just wanted to help her with all the luggage.' Alya thought, it was a lot of luggage, to her at least. She, herself, only brought 2 - 3 duffle bags worth of clothes, personal belongings, basically everything she needed for classes. But she also thought of the possibility that one of them would be her roommate, which scared her. Xiomara and her didn't really get along much, personalities clashing is the main reason. And Clove, she didn't know much about, that's the case with most of the boy's team, so being roommates with him was venturing into the unknown. Nonetheless, she was gonna leave the dorm, so she would be surprised later. "Ah, hello Xiomara, Clove." She greeted them sweetly but rather quietly, sure she was kinda scared as to who her roommate would be, but she still wanted to be nice to people. "Room's all yours." She said quickly before slipping past them both, trying to avoid bumping into them and to avoid conflict. Once she was in the clear in her head, she took a sigh of relief and decided to explore.

The dorm looked pretty nice to her, as she was walking around. They had all the things that they needed, sure they weren't living in a penthouse, so she didn't expect the dorm to be luxurious, but what she saw was much nicer than she expected. Right now she was walking down the hall, looking at the dorm's door and their number. She noticed that she was constantly pushing hair out of her face, since her hair was down, she decided to tie it up to avoid anymore struggle. But she wasn't sure if she brought a hair tie with her. Checking her pockets, she didn't find any, but she checked her wrist and found one. 'Thank god for habits' She thought to herself amusingly. Her habits have saved her more than once before. Focusing on gathering all her hair, her head was slightly down, looking at the floor. She had all her hair in her right hand, about to tie it up into her desired ponytail, but she hit something or someone, as she would find out later. "Ah, I'm so sorry" She apologised, as her hair flowed back down, with some strands in her face. Looking up, and brushing some strands of hair behind her ears, she found out who she had ran into, Achilles, captain of the boy's team. "Achilles, sorry again. Are you alright?" She asked, it was a stupid question sure, Alya might be the only one with a sore spot after bumping into him, but she wasn't exactly sure what to say to make this less akward.

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"this is a dialogue,"

Clove's strategy had worked, and while Mara had tried to flee, her numerous bags of luggage had slowed her down enough for Clove to get the upper hand on her, and she was now trapped in a conversation with him. A talk that was similar to all of their previous conversations was sinking faster than the Titanic. Clove had tried his best to be nice to her and was met with a classic line from the ice queen instead of a hello or even a privet from the Russian. "Did I say you could speak to me?" This was a line Clove had heard countless times from the women, and it usually ended with her walking away, but not today. Clove had weeks of resilience built up over the break, and he was determined to break through her icy exterior.

Today was clearly not a normal day, and Little Miss Perfect didn't stop the conversation there, instead insulting Clove's work ethic, which, to be fair, was lacking. However, Mara's insults had fallen on deaf ears because Clove had toned out the moment she spoke Russian, his mind becoming completely focused on thought upon hearing it. 'Damn, the Russian language is hot.' His thoughts quickly returned to the topic at hand, and he was shocked. What had happened to Little Miss Perfect? She had not insulted him yet, and not only that, but she was conversing with him, if only he knew the truth.

The sound of shock from Mara's voice was matched by Clove's own.

"No fucking way, you follow Simone too. "

Clove was taken aback by the fact that Mara watched beach volleyball; he had assumed that the little perfectionist would only watch indoor volleyball because beach and indoor volleyball are two very different sports. The name Simone didn't ring a bell to Clove, but this was Little Miss Perfect he was talking to, and how could she be mistaken on a volleyball matter? It was impossible. He couldn't recall the name of the player he was referring to, only what he did.

Clove's next feeling was bewilderment. Mara was asking Clove for something; perhaps asking was a stretch; it was more of an order, but it was progress.

"Yeah sure, "

Wait a minute, before Clove noticed, he had been given two more bags to carry, which he mixed with his own bags, and he was now getting a good weight training. Clove, strangely, was pleased with this development; aside from the fact that he did not yet have his own room number, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get close to Mara.

"Cool, I'm more than happy to help, and I'll do my best to teach you the serve it's fun to use, just sending that ball flying is insane, not to mention no one knows where it's going to land and everyone scrambles trying to get it. "

Clove's face was covered in a small smile at the end of Mara's speech, and Clove couldn't help himself.

"Woof"

Clove didn't know what else to say, so he chose the most amusing thing that came to mind.

Walking towards the new dorm with Mara was an experience Clove had not expected to have, and even better, a thought occurred to him that made him silently chuckle. Clove and Mara were like Ice and Fire to be walking clearly with each other. Clove holding her luggage gave off a very wrong impression, especially to anyone who knew the two, like everyone else in the dorm. Speaking of people who knew the two was, Alya Fox leaving the room that Mara was clearly heading to; that room would possibly be the school's worst combination; even Clove knew Mara despite her, perhaps more than she despised Clove.

Clove didn't know much about Alya Fox, the female squad captain, and if Clove just knew one thing about her, it was her tactical expertise, for which Clove has given her the uncreative nickname 'Fox'.

"Yo Fox."

Clove had his hands full with Mara, and having a conversation with Fox would irritate Mara because of her disdain for the other girl, so Clove kept it short and sweet, making a mental note to catch up with Fox later.

"Where'd you want these? "

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"this is a dialogue,"

For Lucinda, today was nothing short of a nightmare. Her summer vacation between high school and college was blissful days of not having to do anything but what she wanted or what her adopted parents asked her to do, which she gladly agreed to because of how wonderfully they had treated her during the previous four years. Being woken up bright and early was one of the worst things in the world for Lucinda, who hated being awake to see the morning, but she had asked her parents regardless, needing time to get ready, travel. What she didn't expect was her parents to have made her a full breakfast and even offer to drive her the 7 hours to campus, which she declined but they were insistent, and eventually Lucinda gave in thanks to her mother's convincing skills, saying things such as "Come on let us take our little girl to college, we want to make sure our amazing girl who got in on a scholarship gets there safe and sound" That, combined with puppy eyes and the fact that Lucinda doesn't want to take public transportation, which would take even longer, had her sold.

Lucinda's breakfast was incredible, clearly filled with love, and it left a warm happy feeling inside the girl who doesn't usually feel much. Since she was adopted by her parents, she had begun to feel things she had never felt before, such as how good the actual feeling of love and admiration that she had missed out on actually felt. Not only that, but she now had two number one fans, whom she claimed rejoiced more than she did when she received a scholarship. Lucinda was overjoyed to receive a scholarship, but her enthusiasm for volleyball had been waning. She learned to play as a distraction from her life and after being told that she should either play volleyball or basketball because of her height, but now that her life was good and she had people who cared about her and no bad things to think about, the need for a distraction was gone, but volleyball had stayed. While she still enjoys the sport, her motivation to play had been lacking, and it was taking her longer and longer to get into it.

She was in the family camper and the trio was on their way before she realised it. The family had a camper van that seemed as if it hadn't been driven in years; it was old and corroded, yet it still ran. Turns out that Lucinda going to college was only the second reason the couple wanted to come along; turns out the elderly couple who adopted her had been wanting to go camping for years but had always put it off, until today, after dropping Lucinda off, the two were off on a round trip of America or as far as they could get. Lucinda was envious when she heard this, and even more so when she learned that she would have been dragged along if it hadn't been for her going to college. Doing nothing and driving for hours sounded like heaven to the lazy girl, but fate had other plans. Still, she was grateful to her parents for doing this because it meant she wouldn't need a moving van, it wouldn't cost her anything, and she'd be able to spend more time with her family.

Small talk, more small talk, the occasional round of eye spy, a few hands of cards, and then it was back to small talk. The car got quiet around 4 hours into the ride, and the giant that is Lucinda surrounded the entire camper with her terrible snoring. In Lucinda's instance, the next three hours passed in the blink of an eye as she was awoken for the second time by her parents. The three said their goodbyes, and Lucinda gathered her belongings and stood there watching the camper speed away into the distance. Lucinda had a total of six bags, two of which were suitcases. She stacked two of the bags on top of the suitcases and placed the other two next to her for the time being. She needed a smoke after spending 7 hours in a camper with her folks. She quickly grabbed her packet and lit a cigarette; she wasn't sure if smoking was permitted on campus at Summit, but she was standing just outside, and at 6'10 thanks to her 3 inch platforms, she was a formidable figure to approach.

"I fucking needed that. "

The young student spoke up after finishing her cigarette and slowly making her way onto campus with her two bags.

Arriving on campus for Lucinda was nothing more than something she needed to do. While a lot of freshmen seemed to be taking photo's, looking lost, and incredibly nevious, Lucinda had a look of pure indifference as she begun following the crowd to what seemed like a administration building. But there was one thing that bothered her: did everyone just need to stop and stare for a second? Lucinda knew she was tall; she had been blessed with an incredibly tall frame, and if there was one thing that got you noticed, it was being tall. As a tall female who makes most men look tiny, she drew a lot of attention wherever she went, and people seemed to think it was okay to stop and stare for a while, as if she were some zoo animal. Lucinda had had enough and just wanted to get back to her dorm room; she was tired, cranky, and bored, and she just wanted the day to be over.

"You were right Luci, moving in day would be boring and annoying as fuck."

Muttering to herself, she had arrived at the administration building and the large group begun to disperse into little groups, evidently people who knew one other in some manner, but she knew no one; all of her high school buddies had gone elsewhere, which she was grateful for.

The administration building was as crowded as she had expected; everyone seemed to want to find their rooms and begin moving in, whereas Lucinda simply wanted to find her room and nap. The lines at each of the various tables were long, but she was fine with it. Unlike most people, Lucinda enjoyed queuing for things, which meant that the world moved at a nice and slow pace for her. The lines moved much faster than expected, and she was at the front in what seemed like no time. In front of her stood a small man wearing thick glasses; the two exchanged blank stares for a few seconds before the man broke the silence. "Name and grade please."

"Oh yeah Lucinda Charmaine, Freshmen"

"Your in the new dorm the Malcolm Hall, Room 103A, here's a map to help you get there, go Falcons."

"Thanks. "

Lucinda didn't pay attention to much of what the man said, but she did narrow the sentence down to Malcom Hall, 103A. Lucinda chose not to take the map, instead staring at its contents on the table in front of her, and the person behind her coughed loudly. Spinning around and standing at her full height, there was a very audible gulp as in front of her stood a male standing about 5'9 who clearly didn't expect the actual height of this woman to be what it was, it took a few seconds before it dawned on her why he was annoyed, and Lucinda quickly grabbed the map and exited the administration building.

The map was fairly simple to read, and Lucinda arrived at Malcom Hall quickly and easily. After taking a quick look around, it appeared that this dorm was quieter than most, and Lucinda still wasn't sure if she could smoke here or not, so Lucinda, being Lucinda, decided to do it anyway. She wasn't one to care about first impressions, so the fact that this was the volleyball team's dorm didn't bother her in the least. So there she was, smoking outside the dorm where she would spend the next four years.

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[arthur morgan.]

achilles was a guy that kept his cards to his chest, he wasn’t the type to open up and let other people in. those that were meant to care and love him unconditionally left him to fend for himself or beat him when he did something wrong— escaping to summit truly saved his life, while he had applied at other colleges, he would have gone to the first place that accepted him in order to leave his home country. while summit wasn’t the top of his list and there isn’t a lot of things known about this place, well maybe besides their lack of winning sports teams and challenging students, overall it’s not a terrible place to go. when he sent out his college applications, he was itching at the seams, he couldn’t wait to hear back. in all honesty, he had thrown out a giant net of places to go— just so he could get at least one place, anywhere was better then being at home. if he had chosen a college in his home country, achillies would have never been able to escape the clutches of his family and the torment and cruelty they placed upon him. the feeling of being unwanted by the people that raised you is a feeling they you’ll never quite understand, how they went through with giving you life and helping you grow all to throw that away and pour boiling hot oil against your skin. leaving you in your own bubbling blood and skin, watching it as it melted off by the handfuls and leaving you with a nasty scar on your chest and back— phantom pains still haunting you every time you opened your eyes for a new day.
so yeah, being here at summit saved his life— he wouldn’t go around saying that, it sounds stupid and corney but it just happens to be a fact. the life he left behind was locked away behind a lock and key, the scarring left on his body was the only thing that reminded him of his upbringing. Achilles did everything and anything in his power to strip himself clean of his family and life, everything he did for himself was in spite of everything that happened to him. he changed his name, his background, everything— he was a clean slate from his family and everything about it, achilles had everything he ever wanted but he still felt miserable. would it ever get better or was he just stuck like this? he didn’t know, but all he did know was that he was finally free.
walking down the hall, Achilles was a walking mountain who had a clear path. most people walked around him, his bellowing height and scowl on his face made it clear. he didn’t pay much mind to anyone, none of them really sparking interest in him— even the girl that couldn’t keep her eyes off of him as he went by, the feeling of her undressing him made his stomach curl. it wasn’t as though she wasn’t attractive, if he liked women he probably would have liked the attention. but the fact she lacked hanging fruit— was the issue. though maybe it was the fact that his short stint of a relationship, if you could even call it that, bitterly ended not too long ago. he tried not to think about it, the cause for the ending simply made him angry— or maybe the right word was sadness? probably, but he choose not to dwell on it. while in his own head space, achilles didn’t even notice the lump of hair being swung into his face. stopping dead in his tracks, he shut his eyes quick in hopes of not feeling a sting in his eyes. a soft grumble came from within his chest, a sign of annoyance. but he didn’t react harshly, he knew it probably was an accident but he couldn’t help but let that sound come out of him. looking down, he noticed it was alya and simply rolled his eyes— but achilles seemed to have some sort of softness within them, as if he actually liked the girl. though be would never say it out loud, but his ability to hold his tongue spoke volumes enough.

"getting smacked in the face by some hair has been the least of my problems today"

his voice was rumbling like an avalanche, the depths of his eyes were harden and bolted up like a bank— but the energy that radiated off his body was calm, he didn’t give off anything that could be compared to anger. neutral could have been the better word, but that didn’t fit either— so whatever it was, she was lucky to be receiving it. looking down at alya, he just gave her a simple shrug of his inked out shoulders and stuffed his hands into his pockets. the other captain was probably the only person he’s known the longest, everyone else was less then six months at most a year— he’s seen several people come and go from the team, but it was never a surprise to him. there were a lot of reasons for one to get kicked off the team, one of them being academics and that often was the reason for them to be tossed aside.

"how have you been? have a good break?"

he asked calmly, letting himself lean against the wall of the hallway. his dark gaze locked upon the woman, he could tell something was… off, in a way. maybe it was because she had a roommate she didn’t like already? perhaps it was that dark and gloomy looking bitch— not that he cared to learn her name, but she was on the women’s volleyball team. she always seemed as though she had a stick so far up her ass she couldn’t see straight, her aura spoke as if she was better then everyone and that was something that gave him an ick reaction, but oh well. not like he had to deal with her, though he felt bad for alya… at least he wasn’t his problem.

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The clerical error had put a real damper on Jiselle’s mood about being back at Summit Academy. Summit was her place to go out constantly with no repercussions. Thanks to her parents not wanting to deal with her all year round they paid the school quite a bit of money to keep her there whether she went to her classes or not. Which if she was being honest she could probably count on one hand how many lessons she'd gone to in the past three years. She didn’t even know what her major in the school was, considering Dawn handled all of her school stuff.

Jiselle was glad she made it back to the dorms quickly considering how pissed off she was, the angered blonde was on a mission in search of some kind of alcohol. It helped that anyone that was in her way back quickly made themselves scarce. Jiselle may not be some tall muscular dude but her bitch face can seem just as scary and intimidating at times. Once she made it to the dorms she made her way to her disgusting, three-person, cramped room. While in the halls she walked past the two volleyball captains, Achilles and Alya, who just seemed to be chatting. Achilles was a pretty good volleyball player but a dick in general. The two never really got along and Jiselle doesn't see a day in the future when they will. As for Alya, now she was a poor excuse of a captain. Jiselle hates how much she apologizes and believes the girl needs to grow a spine desperately to handle the shit show that is the girls volleyball team.

As Jiselle passed the two she could see Alya about to wave and try to pull her into what seemed like a boring conversation and cut her off, “Not a damn word, not in the mood for you today.” Jiselle snapped without breaking stride. She was now almost to her hell of a dorm room, hoping for it to be empty. However, Jiselle could never be that lucky and walked in to find Xiomara and Clove chatting in the room. On its own, it was definitely a pairing she did not see happening considering Mara never seemed to want to talk to Clove in the past.

Great Jiselle thought seeing as it looked like Mara was one of her roommates. Just like Alya and pretty much the rest of her team Jiselle hated Mara, aka “little miss perfect” as Clove always called her. Mara was the exact opposite of Jiselle in every aspect. Mara had to be perfect at everything, especially volleyball, and the two have definitely gone at it on the court and in practice about Jiselle not caring enough. While it was very true, Jiselle did not like being called out by her bitchy teammate one bit. As for Clove, he could definitely be annoying at times but Jiselle didn’t quite hate him….yet. This is going to definitely be a fun two weeks in this room. Jiselle thought as she rolled her eyes.

“So how is perfect Mara coping with living with three people in this small ass dorm?” Jiselle asked as she plopped on her already made bed, thankful Dawn had done something right. She paid those idiot movers to unpack everything so Jiselle had nothing to worry about.

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☼ mimosa

"Already going for the low jabs, I see." Mimosa pouted, crossing her arms. Her pout was quick to turn into a smirk. She was used to comments about her height, they never bothered her. She was a libero anyways, so her being short wasn't truly that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. However, King loved to throw comments to her about her height, but he was just a freak of nature. So how much could he really speak on it? She knew King wasn't fond of affection, but that never stopped her from hugging him before. Hence why she wore a grin of pride as she stood there after the fact. He didn't shove her away, in fact, the hug was reciprocated. That was a win to Mimosa. "We've been friends for how long now, and you're just figured out I'm needy?" The comment flowed off her tongue with ease. This was the type of banter she'd been missing. Something about being a brat over text wasn't nearly as satisfying.
Her face scrunched as he flicked her head, her hand instinctively going up to the location. "A limpet? The hell is that?" She grumbled, rubbing the spot on her forehead for a brief moment. Mimosa wasn't the brightest at times, and unfamiliar words tended to stump her. She ignored it and was on to the next topic with lightning speed. He still hadn't answered her question about transferring, but it wasn't like Mimosa didn't know the answer. She halted her words, following King's glare towards someone she wasn't really familiar with. Tilting her head, she looked back to King to find an angry frown on his face. Yikes, better not question that one right now. Mimosa thought to herself, biting her tongue. Her curiosity was eating her up from the inside, but luckily King finally brought his attention back to her and blessed her with an answer. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his wrist and tugged. "Oh yeah the dorms are right this way! I was just heading back there. Come on!" She was as enthusiastic as ever as she released him and walked along. With King towering behind her it was like a parting of the red sea. Students flocked left and right to make a nice clear path for the pair. This was something Mimosa was used to when she and King would hang out back in high school, but without him, people don't make way for the tiny 5'3 girl who's obviously late to class. It was a nice refresher. Approaching the building she pointed up at it. "So this is the building! It's new, for the boys and girls volleyball teams." She skipped steps as she continued her approach. "What room are you? Maybe we'll be neighbors!" She grinned, turning back to look at him over her shoulder.

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★ lance

yeesh this sure is taking forever. Lance thought as he took one step forward, the line moving ever so slightly. The whole time, Whitney Houston proceeded to blare in his ears as he thought. room number room number room number room number...gah what was it?! his face contorted as he closed his eyes. lance tried to visualize getting the letter with dorm assignments. he knew the building easily but as he tried to go down the page things got fuzzy. if he could only remember his stupid room number he wouldn't have to waste time in this stupid line. He kept this visual on repeat and kept adding more to the letter. he was so close when he was quite literally knocked out of his thoughts. with a grunt he leaned forward. regaining his balance rather swiftly, her stood to his full height and look behind at who the culprit was. "Aye what's your damage?" Lance questioned, using one of his typical 80s slang phrases. He hadn't seen this guy around before, but then again he could be a freshman. Tilting his head he ran a hand over his face. With a long sigh, he was forced to internally admit that even if this doofus hadn't ran right into him, there was no way he was going to remember that number. "Nevermind..." He shook his head, putting on a smile as he held out his hand. "What's up shorty, I'm Lance."
Studying the guy in front of him, Lance noted his curly mop of hair and frazzled demeanour. He seemed a bit distracted and lost. All the makings of a freshman. Lance was about 99% sure in his analysis. Looking past him, he noticed the volatile death glare of the large tattooed man that was moments ago canoodling with Mimosa. Now what did little freshie here do to make a guy like that give him the death glare? Good thing he made it to the comfort of this building but even with the glass of the windows and the walls protecting him, that stare is intimidating. Lance let out a bit of a laugh. "You gotta be a freshman, right?" He questioned, wanting confirmation on his previous assessment. He took a backward step, keeping up with the line as it moved. He crossed his arms, pulling out one of his headphones so that he could hear better. He even went as far as to turn his queen Whitney down a little. If this guy was gonna run into him, he was gonna have to put up with some sort of conversation.

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