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Skipping School
Cait ducked down an alleyway stashing her crime fighting outfit in her bag. Thankfully she managed to stay relatively unharmed fighting off the Hydra goons she had noticed lurking around her town. “I wonder if anyone would notice if I didn’t go back to school...” She muttered, unaware of the person standing near by.
(@vi-stands-for-vicious for Vi, to @oil-and-water-rp for Caitlyn)
Based on your October RP Starter chart:
🏈 - Vi is a defensive end for the University of Zaun. She recently started dating Caitlyn Kiramman, who never attended a football game before in her life. Caitlyn decides to go to one of Vi's games for the first time: Fluff, romance, and maybe a little passion ensues???
:: Caitlyn ::
“Try new things,” her father’s voice rang in her ears as she approaches the small, bustling crowd of onlookers. The group is slowly growing in size, beating snare drum and brass playing over the intercom speakers.
She felt slightly awkward being here by herself, but truthfully—none of her posh friends wanted to sit out in the hot sun and melt their foundation off. Besides, this was mostly a favor for her girlfriend. She wanted to be there to support her in anything she wanted to do.
Caitlyn was wearing a white baseball cap overtop of her blue hair, frayed azure shorts adorning her slender pale thighs. A matching blue/white half jacket and white tank top underneath. Clearly, color coordination was important to her—and highly achievable considering her mother’s cushy government job paying for it all.
Her eyes scan the field as she makes her way to a secluded seat on the bleachers…doesn’t look like the players are on the field just yet. Caitlyn sits, smiling to herself as she begins to snack on the vendor food she bought for herself.
Closed starter
@ahybridcreature
Cait ducked down an alley way quickly running from the latest batch of goons sent to bring her back into the fold. She glanced out from her hiding place, breathing a sigh of relief as they took off running down the street. “Idiots.” She muttered, walking quickly in the opposite direction.
