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Kya Gonzalez

"I'm just trying to live to my life, You should to."

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a character in “Brentwood School”, as played by M.Thugger

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Full Name: Kylin "Kya" Gonzalez

Nicknames:
Kya| Pefers
Lin| Family members
Kay| Close Friends
Siri| Classmates
Ky-Dog| Classmates

Age: 17

D.O.B: June 2nd,1999

Hometown: San Francisco, CA

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Grade: 12th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Clique: Prep

Relationship Status: Currently, Single

Occupation: Student and Part-time babysitter and Pizza Delivery Girl

FC: Cierra Ramirez

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Height: 5'1

Weight: 112 1/2 Lbs

General Appearance: Kya stands at 5'1, She has a banana shape body type. she has a butt, But nothing extra like Kim karadashian or Nicki Minaj. She simply inherited from her Latina Roots. Kya has chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair, that reaches to her bra strap length. She has poor visions, but nobody can see that because she wears contacts, Instead of her glasses. When she's at home that's when she wears her glasses that are a rectangular shape but a bit thick. She has a olive skin tone but she can be seen as tanned at times when her skin is probably exposed. Kya has full lips which she sometimes applies lip gloss on. Kya is the type of girl to only wear light make up, Like mascara, She doesn't cake her face up like most girls tend to do.
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Likes: +Horror Movies+Sleeping+Eating+Dancing+Singing
+Theater+Babies+Photography+Parties+Music+Pranks
+Video Games+Volleyball+Basketball+Track+Rainy Days
+Writing+Puppies+Kittens+Drama

Dislikes: -Small Spaces-Cocky People-Oranges
-Crying-Mornings-texting-people who tell her what to do
-girly girls-hot weather-pink-liars-girls who wear to much makeup
-dark chocolate-spiders-Being wrong-Not getting her way

Hobbies:+Cheer leading+Taking pictures+Theater
+Soccer +Writing

Positive Traits: +Goofy+Loyal+Honest+Funny
+Adventurous+Independent+Creative+Trusting

Negative:-Clingy-Nosey-Stubborn-Hotheaded
-Dramatic-Blunt-Easily Bored-Emotional-Jealous
-Impatient

Unlike Most Cheerleaders at school, Kya is well-educated and is all about her learning. Which is why she is refer as to siri by her classmates because of her knowledge. Kya isn't afraid of using her brain she participates in all her classes. But that doesn't mean she's miss goodie two shoes, Because Kya is wild girl. She is a prankster and a class clown, She always know how to make someone's day by even just her smile. Kya is a sweet girl when you get to know her but once you get use to her she will be mean to you. but not in a bad way, It's in a joking way. Kya lives her life just the way she wants, She has time to get her grades up and time to have fun when she wants to. Everyone knows kya as a hot mess, Even though she's a smart and creative girl you do not want to see her have fun. Her having fun can cause trouble, Her definition of fun is starting drama. Kya is more like the guys in school she messes with the girls. She's a messy girl who lives for drama but not her own drama, Of course. This girl couldn't even hold her anger in if she wanted to, Kya is a blunt person she says what's on her mind constantly. When it comes to an argument she can't stand being told what to do she always wants to be right and listen to herself instead of others, Which makes her stubborn, She's so damn hard headed. Kya being the way she is most cheerleaders don't like her character it's immature and unclassy. That's exactly why kya doesn't like most girls because they act like their perfect and can't get dirty, Kya on the other hand is a rebel she doesn't mind getting dirty at all. Some people consider Kya as a boy because of her actions, Kya may play video games, Pull pranks and is aggressive and competitive as any boy, But that doesn't change the fact she's still a girl, Because she is clingy and jealous. Kya get's jealous for the littlest things in life and she's clingy to people that happen to be close to her. Kya is such a hot mess but she just calls it living her life.

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Academic History: Kya received a scholarship, In order to attend Brentwood.

History: Kya Grew up in a modern Home with her mother. She didn't have the best childhood because her and her mother would argue and kya would feel like she wasn't making her mother proud and that what she did wasn't enough. She was kind of right about that, Because her mother would always be on her back and tell her that she wasn't trying hard enough. The two had so many tension that Kya tried to stay at her friends house and not come back. Or she would stay in her room and lock it so her mother wouldn't bother her with her Bs. Kya's Father wasn't in the picture because he was in jail for murder, He was apart of a gang and he was accused of killing a innocent girl. Kya didn't believe her father was capable of the murder but her mother thought otherwise. That was one of the reason why they have tension in their relationship because kya is always backing up her father and her mother isn't. It was a one time in the morning were kya was heading to school and the night before she and her mother had an argument and she yelled out she hated her and that she didn't love her. When kya was heading to school she left school without telling her mother she loved her. It was later that day at school she got a call saying her mother passed away. Kya was depressed because the last words she told her mother was i hate you and she never had told her mother she loved her before. Kya even attempted to commit suicide because she knew it was her fault. Kya was sent to the hospital and she recovered and was sent to live with her grandmother. As a child kya wasn't the bright or good kid. After the death of her mother she opened her eyes and decided she needed to step her game up, This changed Kya. she was starting to get her grades and not only did she need to step up for herself but step up for her mother because when her mother was a child she didn't have the best childhood or school life. Kya's grandmother took care of her and showed love for her just like any grandma would do. Kya's story made her able to be sent to Brentwood because she lost her mother and it opened her eyes she needed to acknowledge life it self before it was ripped away from her. She received a scholarship from brentwood because of her story she had made when she was in the 8th grade. she attended brentwood when she was in 9th grade.

Other: Kya has anxiety disorder and she is claustrophobic she has asthma.

So begins...

Kya Gonzalez's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Oleander Q. Fari Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ripley McClain Character Portrait: Paek Jae-Hwa

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Although school had officially begun two days before, on Wednesday, September 7th, even today on Friday, the 9th, things still felt new. Students were only just beginning to pick up their new routines for the year, and adjust to having to wake up early every morning, rather than being permitted to sleep until noon like they could do on those summer days that they would reminisce about for the next eight or nine months. Although Elijah had been through this ritual for many years now, given that he had gone to Brentwood since kindergarten, and had started a new year on this specific Brentwood campus since sixth grade, he was no different from the majority students regarding that. It still felt wrong for him to be waking up at seven in the morning, rather than one in the afternoon, and to be pulling into the school's student parking lot, rather than the parking lot for the beach. For many obvious reasons, starting school again sucked, but it wasn't all bad in Eli's eyes. He had a lot of friends, and socializing was always an enjoyable thing for him. Plus, he was one of those students who never struggled in school, so he wasn't all that worried about the advanced courses he was taking this semester. He was only just beginning his third day of senior year, and he was already convinced that it was going to be a year that he could just cruise through, like he had done for the past three years of high school.

With Alessia in the passenger seat, Eli pulled into the student parking lot around 8:15 and hopped out of his BMW X5 M. "Listen, Ali. You heard Mom. Don't be getting your ass into any trouble today, all right? It's Friday and I know you and your little sophomore friends think you're gonna be able to party and shit this year, but that's not how it works. Only one of us can get away with that, and we both know that person is going to be me." He was half kidding, and purposely being obnoxious to get under her skin, really, though. Being obnoxious was one of Elijah's most well known talents, and if anyone had been subjected to it to know it proficiently, it was the girl who had lived in the same house as him for her entire life. As they approached the school's quad, that was already highly populated with students, Eli continued. "And you know what, if you keep yourself out of trouble, maybe, just maybe, I'll snag an invite for you and your weird little friends for Tim's party tomorrow," he offered, still purposely being annoying, as if he was doing her a huge favor. Though he knew that Alessia could just show up and get in, if she really wanted to, given that Timothy would never be an ass and reject her, he was sure that Ali was wanting, if not planning, on going. Timothy had a history of using his house as the unofficial "first party of the year" site, and this year, he was planning a "stoplight party". It was a party that was meant to physically demonstrate your relationship status, hence "breaking the ice" without actually having to do anything. If you wore green, it meant that you were available. Yellow symbolized something in between taken and available, as if it were a label for "it's complicated" (though Eli always took yellow as being equivalent to green), and red meant that you were unavailable. Although he knew that no matter what the theme was, things were always fun when Timothy was hosting, he was especially excited for this year's party, and as he and his sister entered the quad, he texted his fellow blonde friend saying, "On campus yet? Everything set for tm?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Today's physical education class had taken place on the athletics field, rather than inside of the school's gymnasium, because this week's gym topic was kickball. Being pretty competitive meant that Elijah was really up for any sport that they played in class, but he did enjoy this one more than some of the others. The class was divided into two teams of thirteen each, with Team A including Eli, Ari, Rhapsody, Kya, Rhys, Samuel, Sebastian, Katherine, Laylah, two other sophomores, another junior, and another senior, and Team B including Timothy, Natalia, Tristan, Zara, Alessia, Gabrielle, Giovanni, Lennox, Kayleen, three other seniors, and a junior. Because it would take five minutes for the students to jog back to the main campus from the fields, and they needed time to change out of their gym clothes in the locker rooms, their gym teacher, Mr. Lessig, yelled out onto the field that the next student up would be the last kicker for the day. With a tied score, Elijah grew tense with that call, considering that his team was currently playing the field, and that meant that their fate was in the hands of either how poorly the kicker on the other team was, or how well they could play the field.

When he saw that Tristan Castiel-Castellan was the next kicker in line, Eli's fears seemed to disappear as his signature smirk appeared on his face. "Bring it in, boys!" he said, acting as the self-appointed team captain that no one else had really agreed on, as he looked back towards the two sophomore boys, and a junior boy, who were playing the outfield. He knew that it wasn't nice, but in his mind, all he could say was "come on, there's no way in hell that this kid can kick". If he could, it would be one of those underdog moments from out of a movie, but Eli wasn't even considering that that was a possibility. Tristan was a meek, harmless boy who seemed like he would be the type to run away from the ball, if anything, so Eli was already content with thinking up teasing remarks that he could send in Timothy and Knox's direction once they hit the locker rooms.

The bases weren't fully loaded, but the opposing team had runners on first base and second base, so Elijah knew that unless Tristan's kick was caught in the air, all he needed to do was to make a kick that gave the runner on second enough time to make it home. Again, Eli was certain that that wasn't a possibility and that his team had this win in the bag, but he was comforted, at least, knowing that while he pitched the ball out, he had some of his more trusted teammates manning the bases. Just in case, he thought, as he took a breath and then with great speed, rolled the ball in Tristan's direction.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Location:
The Brentwood School Athletics Field

What She's Wearing:
Brentwood School Athletics Tank Top
The Upside Performance Bra
NO KA'OI Training Shorts
Adizero Takumi Trainers


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As soon as Mr. Lessig had said that they were going to play kickball for class, Nat had rolled her eyes and honestly been ready to walk out the door had Giovanni not excitedly wrapped an arm around her. The fact that he had managed to skip first period but wind up to school was a miracle in and of itself, but there was no mistaking the scowl on her face despite his exuberance towards the two of them being on the same team. Yet and still, despite her abhorrence for the game (she honestly would have rather had weight management or something of that nature), it wouldn't have been a real game if Nat wasn't feeling competitive and strategic. She didn't exactly call herself captain or anything like that, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was one of the tacticians for Team B. Which was why she bit back the triumphant grin that formed when she had run from second base to home, earning a tied score between both teams. On an exhale, Nat skidded to a brisk walk when she heard the teacher exclaim that this last kick would be the last one. It was good for her because she was starving and considering the fact that Gio was sprawled out on the grass along the sidelines looking like a bored five year old, she figured was just that time to have lunch anyway.

However, Nat's eyes narrowed on Tristan being forced to leave the sidelines to take up the kicker position and sighing because she genuinely wanted the water bottle she was forcing Gio to stand (well, lay) beside, she jogged lightly to be able to catch Tristan just before he could get into position, gaining a loose grip on his forearm. "Ey, podyshat' v techeniye minuty, nemnogo lyubvi,"{Hey, take a breath for a minute, little love.} she advised quietly, rolling her eyes when Mr. Lessig ordered, "Hurry it up, Santos!". Turning back to Tristan, Nat's eyes softened as she continued, "Ne stavit' vysokiye tseli. Tsel' na nizkom urovne. Kik, gde ona po-prezhnemu igrat', kak i gde Ketrin. {Do not aim high. Aim low. Kick where it's still playable, like where Katherine is.} Even if she wasn't particularly pressed to win, Nat still wasn't pressed to just give Eli an easy win, particularly when she knew what Tristan had to deal with without having to be teased over a small game in gym class. At least if he played it low, the other players would have to scramble to get the ball. It was too much of a gamble for him, of all of their players, to kick high unless they were begging for the ball to be caught. Nat gave Tristan's arm a small squeeze and smiled softly before releasing him and heading over to where the rest of her team was, hearing the tail end of Alessia making a complaint. Nat raised an eyebrow at the blonde, daring her to continue her probably scathing remark about the boy, but the girl only bristled, huffed dramatically, and then folded her arms. However, she also chose to remain silent. Giovanni snickered.

Awwwwwwww," he cooed at her, handing her the water bottle that Nat took several strong pulls of water from. "Mama Nat taking care of one of her babies." She turned a scrutinizing stare at the attire he had haphazardly tossed into his bag on a rush out the door and shook her head, smirking as she replied, "Don't project your mommy kink on me, durochka. Not interested." Gio pouted. "You wound me, Natty baby. I thought you loved me." Nat snorted wryly, which only prompted a small whine of "Say you love me!" followed by Mr. Lessig demanding that there be silence on the sidelines. Nat only chuckled, ignoring her friend's continued (but quiet) whine for attention as she proceeded to ignore him of paying attention to seeing how the rest of the game played out.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Samuel can do nothing but chuckle at Alessia's lame retorts, "How a girl like Laylah can hang out with someone like you will always confuse me." he simply says with a faint sigh, more disappointed by Laylah's choice of friends than anything else. Alessia's sharp comments about Samuel's social standing and wealth may have stung a little if it had been said by someone who actually had substance in his life, but as it was Alessia spouting pure rubbish and just trying to get under his skin, Sam decided to not give her the satisfaction of taking offence to it.

Zara, on the other hand, being the typical hot-headed rebel she is, was riled more than enough for the both of them. "Oh honey," she bites back, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "If you think I'm a whore you clearly don't know what big bro gets up to in his spare time." Zara can't help but smirk as she continues, "Believe me, he's been gagging for this but, y'know, I don't wanna catch anything." She manages to get in that last snappy comment before Alessia flounces off, her air self-entitlement disappearing with her. "Kids these days." Zara says by simple way of explanation, before changing her focus onto Tristan - someone that she had entirely forgotten was even still there - "Aw but Trissy, the funs only just begun." she beams, sending the shy A-lister a wink as she bounces past him and into the school building, hoping to catch up with some of her other friends.

Watching Zara waltz off, flicking a long strand of pitch black hair over her shoulder as she goes, Samuel can't help but somewhat envy that carefree attitude of hers. He wanted nothing more than to not care about what people think, but alas, Samuel was far too insecure for that, especially when it came to the opinion of those he cared deeply for; despite him maybe not being that for her, Laylah was still definitely someone Samuel cared about and therefore her opinion meant a lot to him, so if she felt the same way as Alessia did about him, Samuel would be heartbroken (even more so than he already is). As Tristan also decides to make an exit, Samuel pouts but understands how Zara's energetic personality may have put him off, stays silent. Giving the guys shoulder a squeeze, "I'll see you at break then." Samuel smiles faintly before following after Zara and heading into the school building.


| Fourth Period |



Samuel had never minded sports, despite usually choosing to be a spectator rather than a player (most often at Laylah's games) Samuel did in fact, have a liking for PE. Although his body was suited best for cross country, Samuel was actually rather pleased when Mr. Lessig stated they were going to be playing kickball. Zara, on the other hand, wanted to skip the class all together. Sure she was fit and healthy, but that was down to doing fun exercises like yoga and working out in her gym at home, not playing a ridiculous game of kickball where she would undoubtably get hit by a flying ball - or so she feared. The only thing that made Zara go to the lesson was her competitive side, she hated sports but she loved winning.

"Ah, Miss Sai, so glad you've finally deigned to grace us with your presence." Zara gives Mr. Lessig a small, fake smile as he comments on her surprise appearance as he passes by. It wasn't often that Zara made it to his lesson, not only because PE was certainly not her thing but also because she could not stand the man. He was far too sarcastic for her liking, and while Zara would usually appreciate that in a person, for a teacher she preferred someone more easily riled - that way she stayed entertained.

Pausing for a moment as he walks past, Mr. Lessig scowls at her attire, "You seem to be missing part of your shirt, Zara." he comments, looking at her self-cropped tank top. Zara had taken the regular school tank and cut it so that it just grazed her belly button, deciding upon wearing it with high waisted leggings and a basic pair of Nikes. "Oh, Mr Lessig, the most awful thing happened - I was washing this lovely tank top and it shrunk!" Zara lied, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout as she feigned sadness, "I knew I had your class today so I figured some uniform is better than no uniform, right Sir?"

Samuel does nothing but chuckle as Mr. Lessig walks on with a simple roll of his eyes, of course he didn't believe Zara but the man had better things to do than reprimand a girl he knew adored getting into trouble."I don't know how you always get away with it," he sighs, both impressed and miffed that he could never do something like that. Unlike Zara, Samuel stuck to the school dress code, wearing the kit he was given after they accepted his scholarship; typical school shorts, a white top and basic trainers.

The two are quickly sorted into separate teams, much to their dismay. Samuel is placed onto Eli's team who had decided that he was team leader with no objection from anyone else. Looking around his team for this lesson, Samuel's chest tightens when his eyes land on Laylah. Biting down on his bottom lip, Sam tries to keep his focus on the game happening in front of him but can't help sneaking the occasional glance at Laylah.


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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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xxx"clipped wings, i was a broken thing
xxxhad a voice, had a voice, but i could not sing.
xxxyou would wind me down.
xxxi struggled on the ground."


Tristan-Castiel slightly stumbled when he was bumped into. The small kid would nod and wave him a goodbye, attempting to make one to Zara as well. He quickly moved towards the Music room, so he could have a quiet place to practice his own music, without being disturbed.

|| Fourth Period ||

Okay, so physical education, was not something Tristan-Castiel was fond of. But still, to keep up his grades, he would be forced to attend. He silently changed into his normal gym outfit, completed by his own Captain America jacket. He silently stood by Sam, and Zara. His sea green/blue eyes would widen when he noticed he was not put on the team of Sam, but with Natalia.....and Alessia. His form would silently move towards the area his team stood. He would hold his jacket closer to him, so he wouldn't be hit by anything. As if it were his own shield.

"Ey, podyshat' v techeniye minuty, nemnogo lyubvi,"
he heard an older female speak. His body slightly tensed up, as he turned to see Natalia. Following her directions, he silently took a breath. ""Ne stavit' vysokiye tseli. Tsel' na nizkom urovne. Kik, gde ona po-prezhnemu igrat', kak i gde Ketrin." the girl spoke again. Tristan-Castiel nodded and would respond. Da! Spasibo Mat' Natal'ya .... YA imeyu v vidu ..... Spasibo Natal'ye! [Yes! Thank you Mother Natalia....I-I-I mean.....Thank you Natalia!] the male would blush a red color as he focused and got into the position. His dark blue eyes would focus on the ball coming from him, aiming as Natalia told him. He bit down on his lip, as he felt the ball come into contact with his foot. He winced, as he saw the ball roll at a rather fast pace, and took off towards the first base position.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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"Kat! Wake up!" Ari yelled to the girl who was farther out in the field. She had tried her best to keep a safe distance between herself and Kat during the class. She wasn't actively avoiding the brunette, because even in her stressed out state over their friendship, she knew that the idea of ignoring Katherine was simply unrealistic. She didn't want to ignore her anyway, because as conflicted as she was about the unwarranted feelings that she had developed for Kat, what she was certain of, was that she loved the friendship she had with Katherine. While the girl's quirks got on her nerves from time to time, there was nothing that she could do that her jovial and exuberant personality couldn't act as a remedy for. So, when they were placed on the same team, Ari was good about chatting with Kat throughout most of the time while their team was on the kicking end, since they were just waiting in line for their turn. However, to maintain that distance she needed, she had elected to man third base while Katherine had taken the less involved route of being one of the people playing the outfield... which in her book, essentially meant standing as far away from the action as possible so that she could spend the period texting without Mr. Lessig noticing. Ari was athletic, and even though volleyball was her preferred sport, it wasn't hard for her to get into the right mindset for other games like kickball. She wasn't incredibly competitive about it, but she could keep up with those who did want to win dramatically, and had done her part by catching a pop up ball earlier in the game and tagging out two runners who had tried to make it to third base.

It was the final kick of the day, and with only runners on first and second base, Ari doubted that the other team would score, especially with Tristan kicking. He would have to kick it far enough to allow the runner on second to get to third and then home base in one kick, and though Ari was far nicer to Tristan than a lot of people, she was also realistic. And realistically speaking, Tristan just didn't seem like an athletic kid. If he could make a kick that would get the second base runner to third, Ari would be impressed at just that. Needless to say, part of her wanted to smile when Tristan managed to kick the ball and send it soaring right between first and second base, just so that it was out of reach for the two infielders who dove for it. The idea of smiling vanished quickly when she remembered that her team's win was on the line, and even more quickly when she realized that the ball was rolling right towards the part of the field that Kat was "supposed" to be guarding. A game that looked like it was a surefire win at that point, quickly grew to appear like it would be a hopeless loss. It was all the more frustrating knowing that there were athletic people on their team, like Laylah and Bas and even Eli, though he didn't need any more credit than he already gave himself, and while Ari was hopeful that another teammate was close enough to step in and save them, she wasn't in a position where she could do much, and only bit her lip in anxiety, ready to catch the ball if it was thrown her way.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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Eli hadn't expected Tristan to be able to kick the ball at all, nonetheless kick it into a perfect spot that gave him, and Gabrielle and Timothy enough time to start running. Eli had automatically spun around to watch the ball head towards Katherine, and had started stepping backwards while doing it, while yelling for her to throw it to home, where he was heading. She was oblivious, and though it took only a few seconds, the amount of time that it took for Bas to step in and grab the ball felt like eons to Elijah. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead, partly due to the heat, but mostly out of stress, as the kickball sailed through the air towards, him but not quick enough. A foot on home base, he caught it just after Timothy had reached him, and Mr. Lessig was quick to shout, "Safe!" to declare a win for the opposing team. "Safe? Are you kidding me? I had at least three solid seconds over him, and you're gonna say that he's safe?!" Elijah was lucky enough that even in the heat of the moment, he was wise enough to refrain from throwing some expletives into his objection, since they were definitely on the tip of his tongue. In reality, Mr. Lessig's call was probably accurate, even though it undeniably was a close call. Timothy's foot had hit home base just a second before Elijah had caught the ball that Sebastian had hurled his way, so at the very least, Eli's claim of him having caught the ball three full seconds before Timothy had even reached the base was dramatic, at best. "Sore loser" was probably the best way to describe Eli at times like this. Given his competitive nature, coupled with his upbringing where he always got his way, losing wasn't something that he knew how to work with, even at seventeen years old. He would never admit that he lost fairly, and somehow, it was always a bad call, or cheating, that had allowed the other team to win, if you asked him.

In this case, he had already proclaimed that Mr. Lessig's call was garbage, but as he turned back to examine his teammates, who were making their way in from the outfield now that the teacher had proclaimed that the game was over, and they could all head back to the locker rooms, Eli also decided that the teams had been separated unfairly. Suddenly, he decided that the other team had ten times as many athletic players as his team did, and he automatically wanted to dispel any talent that his teammates who actually were jocks, had. Even though Laylah had made countless good plays throughout the day, he wanted to blame her for every play that she had missed, even if she hadn't been positioned anywhere near the ball at that point. In his head, had Bas gotten to the ball sooner on this play, or thrown it a little faster, they would have won by a long shot. Lennox was being as useless as ever, and God forbid he even comment on the other players, like Katherine, who he could blame for costing them an entire's game worth of effort. It was amusing, really, how worked up he could get over losing a stupid little game, that literally counted for nothing, but it just went back to how badly he hated losing. Rather than being a good sport and congratulating Tim and that team on their win, or even just being a semi-normal person and actually annoyed, but not actually angry, it was very clear with Eli that he was pissed. He headed off of the field without even bothering to wait for any of his friends, but as he passed Tim and the home plate area, he said, "Save the comments for a day when you fairly beat me. If my team wasn't absolute shit, you wouldn't have even made it to first base to begin with. I'll sit out the next game and take an absence for the class before I get stuck on a team with your girlfriend again. I'd take the mute over her, and that's saying something," he said callously, as if thinking Tristan was superior to Kat was a real insult. He continued walking after he spoke, knowing that he was red in th face for more reasons than just being physically overheated.