#lance01

@livinglavidalance needs a starter

Sweat dripped down Eugene’s brow as he steadied his breathing. The Rockside soccer team had just finished some intense sprints, a rigorous finish to an “easy first-day-of-school” practice. Forehead feeling warm under his forearm’s touch, Eugene swigged some water from his water bottle. The liquid, despite the sticky and hot humid air, felt cool and refreshing as it hydrated his body.

He nodded along to the coach’s speech and took another deep, wavering breath as his lungs greedily inhaled the fresh oxygen. Based on their pre-season practices, Eugene knew that this team was going to an all-start team. But he was unsure how things would go against Stonehear’s team, a group of people that he previously played with.

@pilotinblue || ❤'d for a random starter! 🌟

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[text] who is this

[text] is this the dude who's gonna sell me a gun

[text] or something...

That was a stance she knew all too well. War brought along change, some positive, a vast majority negative, and many of that change manifested in the people -- the way they moved, the way they saw and spoke. Having been around that kind of conflict, in the front lines for years now, the green-skinned young woman could recognize a pilot with her eyes closed, with or without the Force.

Nagisa look through the contents of his bag, already having place his telepiece on him as a necklace hidden under his shirt, he sorted through what he had on him. He was surprised to have still been carrying an anti-sensei knife as well as a pistol carrying with anti-sensei pellets, though he knew neither would really help him if he gets attacked by anyone since they don’t harm people. He sighed though looking at the pillow that reminded him of both his teachers and his friends back home.

He tensed upon hearing a noise close by, though wasn’t quite sure if the new presence had been observing him or not.