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Anderson could still feel the thrumming pulse of his teammates excitement from where he stood outside of the nightclub. Their celebration seemed to echo around the club with the sharp tang of alcohol, over sweetened by joy. Both seemed to leave a bad taste in the Goalie’s mouth, which he chased away with a cigarette. He exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke, watching as it curled and dissipated into the chilled air. 

It wasn’t as if he could fault his team for their joy or even that he didn’t share in it, but through the buzzed haze of his mind, all Anderson could think about was getting back to the court. They’d just won their second Championship game, and even with all the revelry, his hands seemed to itch for his racket. He curled them into fist almost absently, before forcing them to unclench and taking the cigarette from his lips a tad to forcefully. 

Never in her years of Exy did Olivia feel so embarrassed by a game. It was her first time on the field with the foxes, her first chance to prove herself to her father and the boys at Penn State who were more than likely keeping tabs on the game...and it was a sorry excuse of an attempt if anything. She was a joke as far as anyone was concern, her status of a legend and a great player surely being knocked down several pegs by whatever had happened out there. So, long story short, she was angry. Not so much at her team, although the lack of bonding with her teammates was very much obvious out there, but at herself more than anything else. What was she thinking? She could’ve toughed it out at Penn State, graduated with some sort of high rank, and gone on to go pro...

But at what cost?

The locker room had cleared out, which was where she was for a while, completely silent as she stripped out of her uniform and into a large hoodie that swallowed her whole and some biker shorts. Pushing the door open in a rather aggressive manner, she groaned as she tossed her bag to the ground and stared out at the now empty court. Flashbacks of the messy plays, the way the stands cleared before the game was even close to being over, it all filled her with emotions that were irritating beyond belief. She could only imagine the things the boys at Penn State were saying, and she wished that she didn’t care, but her point of coming here was to prove them wrong and in her first game she was already doing the exact opposite.

Plopping down on the ground, she ran her palms over her face with a heavy sigh, swallowing down the thick feeling in her throat as she took a deep breath. Her phone had been buzzing off the hook with messaged from her father in the various forms of “i told you so’s.” and “nice goings”. She wasn’t going to cry, she refused it, cursed it’s very idea of happening as she slammed her hands onto the ground with a heavy sigh. “What a fucking joke.” Olivia murmured to herself, almost in a laugh as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Date: Sunday, October 7th

Time: Late night, almost morning.

Back from out of town, and after a long weekend, meant a few things for Olivia. The comfort of her room was always nice, sure, but it also meant she was a little restless. It wasn't like she was all that great of a sleeper anyways, often she'd lay awake in her bed with countless thoughts running over one another. Did she make the right choice in her transfer? Would her father ever speak to her again? Which is what led her here, to the roof top of the Fox Tower. It was where she felt it was most quiet, the place she can relax entirely, and so when she found out it was easily accessible after late night snooping....well, it was a match made in heaven for her.

It was clear on the roof top, after all it was late, and there wasn't a cloud in sky as she sat near the edge and let her gaze wander along the stars with a heavy sigh. One of her favorite things to do was star gazing, to be able to feel so small for a moment, like all of her problems were nothing in comparison to what was floating around in space. However, her relaxing was cut short when she heard the creak of the door opening in the distance, making her scramble up to her feet as she brushed herself off. "Uh, hi," She said, barely loud enough to reach the ears of who she hoped wasn't an authority figure, the last thing she needed was to get into trouble. Tucking a strand of chocolate tinted hair behind her ear, she shifted on her feet as she thought of what to say, any explanation of her being here this late, but ultimately came up short as she stared back at them. "I....got lost?"