ooc | HS!AU drabble
Each one of them, in their own way, desired strength. Each one of them already had strength, even though not two of them could even be considered similar. And each one, it seemed, thrived on the game. As different as they were, they could combine their abilities and form a near-unstoppable force. Many opponents feared them instantly, others learned to fear them eventually.
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You see a tatooed young man with dark red hair on the sidelines, his scowl turns into a proud smile as his team enters the scene. Their colors are red and black, the first thing everybody notices. No nice, friendly, happy colors. Blood red and pitch black.
The first one to enter the scene is a scar-faced, skinny blonde. As the captain, he wears a confident, almost smug smile on his face. When he looks at you, he sizes you up. He knows you, and everything there is to know about you.
The next thing you see is your doom. Well, less dramatically spoken, two of the team's forwards, and they play as fiercely as they clash in looks. One taller, skin and hair deathly pale, one shorter with dark skin and black hair and his make-up looking immeasurably out of place. But they both have a very similar manic grin on their faces, and if you trust your instincts you want to stay away from these two as much as possible.
Then there's the two kids. Mid-fielders, one on each flank, and probably the most innocent-looking of them all. And while they play very fair, you won't believe the amount of energy, of sheer stamina these two kids have.
Kirkland comes in with the other two mid-fielders. The guy has as much a reputation as the rest of the team, and even though he plays fair, that doesn't mean he plays nice.
The other mid-fielders, both with black hair, one somewhat feral, the other disciplined, a soldier almost. One of them has a rivalry with the keeper, and that's the whole reason they're kept so far apart on the field.
Then the third defender walks in alongside the keeper. Somehow he seems at odds with the rest of the team. Such a sweet smile on his face, completely unassuming. During his entire time on this team he did not commit a single foul. But if you think that means he's no problem, you're sorely mistaken. Try to get past him, and he'll counteract your every move without effort. It's almost as if he knows what you're thinking before you do.
The keeper, a short, almost feminine looking chinese, walks onto the field with a lazy kind of grace. People call him Tiger for a reason. If you think his lack in height gives you any kind of advantage, you have no clue who you're dealing with. It's rumored he once kicked a ball right back at the opposing player while it was still in the air, with such force that it broke the guy's nose and gave him a severe concussion. No, this is definitely not a keeper you want to see up close during the game.
Oh, but we're missing someone. A certain and very important someone. The assistant captain has a knack for being fashionably late. He also has a knack for motivating speeches and all things positively dramatic. Just as both teams line up on the field in greeting, a loud noise can be heard, considerable since it's the sound of a cape being discarded. the coach smirks at his center forward, who adjusts his shades, making them glint in the sunlight, before marching onto the field. Suddenly, all eyes are on him. His is the challenge.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?"
so guys. I really couldn't help myself. I had to write something. No idea if it's actually IC or any good at all. But um. I didn't ask for permission from anyone ever. S-so I really hope this is okay? It's just a drabble anyway.