Jul. 18th, 2008

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The whole thing started with a greeting so quiet, so timid he almost didn’t hear it.

“Hello.”

The soft, steady voice belonged to one of the damn Goth kids that was always out smoking by the front of the school and giving Paul, the dean of students, early onset heart attacks with their bullshit. Coach Herny Casela knew all the boys by name, he’d sent more than one to detention for causing trouble and more besides had been kicked out of his class for the day because they either wouldn’t participate in gym or didn’t dress for class.

He didn’t recognize the tall, skinny young man in black jeans and henley shirt, skin too pale against all that black along with his hair, which hung halfway down his back and away from his face with the aid of a black bandanna, the white patterns the only thing making it stand out.

“Can I help you, son?”

He moved as if shaking, but the boy’s hands were steady as he walked into the office and set his backpack down, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket.

Yes, sir. If you`re not busy? I was hoping I could try something... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
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