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lucaservine‌:

No, Lucas most certainly wouldn’t put Vivian and average in the same sentence and he didn’t recommend anyone really trying to do that. Not only admirable as a captain, Lucas thought she was also admirable as a person. He naturally fell in awe with women who held their heads high, who didn’t just let people walk all over them, and stood out above everyone else.

He was also a little terrified of them but in a good way.

“The cheerleadering world or Palmetto?” Lucas asked sincerely, looking between his bowl and Vivian. “I’m all for everyone know it but… are Exy teams even on the cheerleading circuit?” He didn’t know. Lucas didn’t follow the competitive cheerleadering world outside of their campus. Competitive dance, once upon a time considering he grew up in that world but even now his interest has fallen flat. A lot of his interests have fallen flat.

“But a victory party? That’s my cup of tea right there,” Lucas turned his worried expression into a beaming smile. The actual partying, he didn’t get too involved into that often anymore but planning and decorating? Now that was right up his alley. “Please tell me we can do a themed party. Like sure, it’d be a victory party but a themed victory party? Opens up to so much more fun.” He took another bite from his smoothie bowl before he set it down on the table.

“Everyone loves a good Vixen party.”

“Sport’s a sport, all that cheerleading world requires is we do our sport so,” That and even if they didn’t qualify, Vivian would have been perfectly capable of finding and locating blackmail material to make sure that they did. Sure, that wasn’t ethical or maybe defeated her purpose a little bit but hey an in was an in.

“Themes?” Vivian raised an eyebrow, trying to work that out in her head. Parties were parties, they were all shots, good lighting for selfies and regrets in the morning. “Like what sort of theme? If it’s something weird then I’m putting my foot down as captain,”

Her head was going to those weird fancy dress weddings that people did, which was also a big no.

“That’s true,” Viv conceded with a nod of her head, “Which means that we have a reputation to uphold,”

#c: lucas

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😂 for vivian and cade~

Date: February 10th

Time: 4.20pm

Location: The Vixen Den

Status: Closed

This could not be happening to her, this was not happening to her.

Maybe if she said it enough and clicked her heels three times and said there was no place like home.

Except no, Vivian Brooks was definitely on the verge of committing printer homicide. She’d taken to printing out their schedules for the upcoming away game because hooray their Coach was fundamentally useless and Vivian refused to sink down to the level of mediocrity. That meant their schedules were currently on print out, they’d be slid under everyone’s doors and they would be adhered to or woe betide you if you faced Vivian’s wrath.

Their printer incidentally had decided to give up on life, or someone had fucked with it and that person would be dead when Vivian found them.

Or subjected to a spectacularly cruel and unusual punishment that Vivian was dying to think up.

With a noise of frustration that sounded like she might have been Xena in another life, Vivian banged her fist down onto the printer where it only proceeded to mock her further.

“When the robot invasion comes,” Vivian muttered in a dark voice, “You will be thrown in the ocean for being worthless, so you can mock me now,”

The sound of movement nearby had Vivian glancing up from her tirade, a dangerous look on her face.

“If you mock me, you and the printer will be going exactly the same way,”

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cadxmitchell‌:

Cade had been drowning in his textbooks for nearly three hours before he finally pushed away from his desk and decided that he’d earned himself a much needed break. The hard part would be getting back to work, that’s for sure, but an hour of peace would hopefully put him in a less frustrated mood when he did return. He could only read the same paragraph on emergency diagnostic imaging of reptiles so many times before his brain began to melt.

He grabbed his glass and headed down the stairs to the main floor of the Den. Maybe if no one was around he could pilfer the cabinets for some of the good stuff. Even if someone was on the couch, he’s sure he can be quiet enough to steal the cheese puffs and run away before anyone notices.

But instead, he found Vivian fighting with the printer and clearly damning it to a life of hell in the future. He’s seen that plenty of times in the library—but not here at the den.

“Pretty sure all printers hate us; I’m not gonna mock you,” Cade said as he passed behind her so he could set his cup down.

“Its probably just throwing a temper tantrum. Last time I needed to print something, it took about half an hour to figure out what was wrong with it.” He walked back over, peering at the printer and trying to see if there was any message or warning lights on it.

“I know, dumb question, but did you try unplugging it?”

“Good,” was Vivian’s retort as she eyed the printer with a specific look of disdain, wondering if anyone would dare hold her back if she threw it out the window.

She’d pay for the window, of course, she wasn’t an animal.

Still the printer mocked her, it’s lights blinking green as though it was just casually hanging out - waiting for someone to use it. “Unplugged it, reset it, checked for jams,” Vivian rolled her eyes “Zilch, I think printers get off on tormenting humans as a species,”

Printers fundamentally the most useless technology invented, maybe more so than those weird vacuum cleaner shoes she’d seen one a late night binge of the discovery channel.

“Ugh work,” Viv huffed, slamming her fist down on it again before it finally conceded and began spitting out the sheets that she’d sent to print forever ago.

“I would say thank you,” She muttered to the printer, “But I don’t mean it,”

#c: cade

lucaservine‌:

Lucas takes another spoonful of his smoothie bowl before giving Vivian a smile and a nod. Most of the time, his morning consists of fruit and it’ll at least get him through half the day. Especially during the school week since Lucas purposely put all his classes in the morning so he’ll always have the afternoon for homework and the night for having fun or the other way around. He’s never been that good about starting something and then dropping it to go to class only to start something again and drop it again to go to class. He’s tried that routine and it only seemed to make him more tired by the end of the day.

“You’re the cap, I’m sure whatever you have in mind will be great,” Lucas says as he fishes for a blueberry. When it comes to the Vixen routines, Lucas is always more than happy to try something new and puts a hundred percent faith into Vivian. Especially considering their coach isn’t exactly… well, Lucas isn’t a big fan of the woman and it’s apparent she couldn’t possibly care less for the Vixens than she already does.

Part of Lucas is apprehensive, like always, at the thought of more tumbling. It’s his favorite part because he can show off and there’s a level of challenge to it for him. At the same time, Lucas knows that it isn’t easy on his body, especially his bad leg. Some days after practice Lucas spends more time than he likes to admit icing his hip and his stump. Still, he refuses to give up the thrill of adrenaline from performing and performing at his best. “I think we’re as good as we are thanks to you. Football cheerleaders be damned,” Lucas beams when he says the words. He doesn’t like the other cheerleaders, not one bit. Maybe if they get attitude readjustments. In his mind, he’s done nothing wrong to him and they choose to be assholes to him. Not nice people.

“It will be,” Vivian said without a hint of modesty because that was for basic bitches and she most certainly wasn’t one of those. “It’s me we’re talking about here, I don’t do average,” She did so fancy that they may as well give her, her own Netflix movie. Except in those movies, it’d be some doe eyed white girl who’d come in and wrestle Vivian’s crown from her and take all the credit. In those movies, Vivian knew that she’d always be the villain - always the bitch, always the woman that you were warned against becoming.

The person she had become anyway and that she was not sorry for.

Vivian rolled her eyes, but without venom behind it and a smirk on her lips. The rivalry might be stupid in her opinion, but she was nothing but viciously defensive of what she called her own. “No one’s gonna know what hit them, the Vixens are the best and the cheerleading world’s going to know it,”

The cheerleading world might be small minded and not care about an exy squad, but that didn’t mean Vivian wasn’t going to show them. The entire squad was going to show them who exactly they were.

“We should start planning our victory party for when we stomp all over them,” Vivian mused.

#c: lucas

jenbrookhart‌:

Jen just stands there awkwardly and waits for Vivian to decide whether they’re worth her time. They usually try not to be intimidated by people, but she’s their captain, and they want her to like them. They don’t have years of cheer experience like most of the Vixens, and they still have a lot to learn. Considering Coach Corey barely pays attention to them, it seems like Vivian would be the best teacher.

“Uh–is it like this?” Jen laughs before going into an archer’s stance and pulls an imaginary bow and arrow. Yoga isn’t the standard Exy workout, so they never got the chance to learn. If their dad ever saw them practicing the different poses, he’d probably tell them to stop wasting their time and run laps. The idea of it seems nice though, deep breathing, grounding themself, and improving their balance and flexibility.

Dropping their arms they give her a sheepish grin, “I really only know downward dog.” She probably thinks they’re an idiot. It reminds them a little of hanging out with Sterling, who always finds a way to make Jen feel like a childish, delicate bird or something. They just remind themself they’re not delicate. They survived their dad, they can survive anything.

Maybe she’ll add yoga poses onto the Vixens warm up, it’ll be a good addition to their stretching routine and as captain, Vivian did have to keep everyone on their toes. Security was close to being mediocre after all.

She tried to tone down the judgemental look that seemed to be her equivalent of resting bitch face, it wasn’t like Vivian was trying to be mean but her brand of running the show was a particular brand of tough love. She didn’t even know if she had it in her to be gentler, maybe she’d try it if it didn’t ring so hollow in her chest.

“Not quite,” She told them, not quite her usual brand of cutting remark so maybe there is hope for her after all. “You can do the splits right?”

Vivian got down on the floor, going into the splits and demonstrating the stretch - remembering to keep her back arched and everything that she’d learned in yoga class. “It helps you with the stunts, especially the more intense flyer ones that we’re adding more of,”

#c: jen

raleigheverhart‌:

Raleigh had been determined to stay far away from the Foxes, when she first got to Palmetto. In another life, she might have fit right in with them: the girl who was abandoned, the girl who was imprisoned, the girl who bared her teeth and raised her fists, who fought for every scrap she had in the world. But that was just that—another life. She wasn’t that girl anymore. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to know that she ever had been that girl.

And she was afraid that, if she got too close to the Foxes, then somehow, everyone would know. Everyone would see that she had more in common with them than she did with everyone else.

That she’s with the Foxes now is nothing more than a last resort. After she had been kicked off her old squad, the Foxes had felt like a shield: the only people on this campus that were laughed at more than her. She didn’t want to be alone on this campus, and she wanted to show all her old friends that, though they could kick her off their squad, they couldn’t keep her from cheerleading. She could still wear Fox Orange and hold her head high.

More than anything, she hates the feeling that she owes Vivian—even if she does, even if Vivian let her onto this squad when she didn’t have to. She’s too proud for that: too proud to ever beg for a spot back on her old squad, and too proud to thank Vivian for her spot on this one.

It makes her shorter with Vivian than she maybe should be, like she needs to let Vivian know it. Because it’s not like Raleigh isn’t an asset, a seasoned cheerleader where so many on this squad seem to be cheerleading on a whim, without the experience and the skills that she brings. Maybe Vivian should be thanking her—not that she’s holding her breath for that.

“Oh, believe me, I don’t,” she says, blowing across the surface of her tea before she takes a sip. It’s warm, where she’s not. “You’re the one that insisted I was staring.”

Does she trust the Vixens to have her back and not fuck up on the field? Yes.

Does she trust this particular ‘Vixen’? About as far as she can throw her.

Something in Raleigh’s expression, for all that she was a good cheerleader and even Vivian was willing to concede that point. Slightly. For all that she was, it put Vivian off, that just because the football team had thrown her out on her ass, that didn’t mean that she got to get a look on her face like the Vixens were beneath her.

Vivian didn’t have to do a thing she didn’t want to do and Raleigh ought to be grateful that Vivian had even bothered.

“Well darlin’ when you stand there, looking at me for a long time - a girl’s gonna think that you’re staring but if you say you weren’t hon, then you weren’t,”

Besides, there were other matters to deal with.

“By the way, we’re amping up our routines, more kick doubles from basket tosses and that sort of thing. We’re going to be showing more flying and tumbling stunts, I assume you’re going to be able to handle the new additions with your...” Pause, smile like sweetness and light. “Experience,”

#c: raleigh #my petty disaster child