TRY OUT? [ruckia/open]

[Theo Spencer]

Theo had been intending on spending his Saturday at home. He was planning on having a lie in, lazing around, before calling his friends to see if there were plans to hit the club, if not making a booty call. His Saturday was not meant to be spent in school. Theo hated being in school when he had to be, let alone on a voluntary basis.

He'd recieved a call around midnight the night before. Coach had rang him, sounding panicked and disturbed. Mitchell never missed a game, a try out or practice until today. He said he had a family emergency and he had to attend to it. There was no way out. Theo was the team captain, he had to be there. He sighed and climbed out of bed, showered and changed. He was running late as usual, but he arrived at the school in the nick of time.

It was football try outs, they ran them every season and rarely changed their team, mainly because Mitchell put them on a Saturday, and most of the team weren't interested in attending on a weekend. Mitchell was all for rules and routine, and so Theo wondered what Mitch would make of his decisions this year. He made his way over to the desk which sat waiting for him, throwing his kit bag to the floor next to the chair. Taking a seat he sat down and glanced at the clock. He wondered who would come.

[Ruckia Alberto]

A silent hatred inside of the room in which Ruckia hate his snow hair at the top of his head, his face down to wards his lap as if his eyes were glued to wards the white pasty bread which he was eating, flavored with some sort of creamy cheese like sauce.
He wished they had grain bread it wasn't something he had eaten since his mother passed away, Ruckias Father hated grained bread.and Ruckia couldn't bring himself to ask him for something so simple.

All of a sudden thought sorts of horrible thoughts put Ruckia off eating.he placed the bread on his plate raising from the chair, the seat slid back across the wooden floors causing a loud ERRRIK to fill the air, he flinched and blinked in surprise as a hand struck him at the back of his head.
Ruckia spun around to face his fathers black eyes and dreadlocks,"I'm sorry." Ruckia said very quick;y,"I'll be more quiet!" he said raising his arms as if to be defending himself. Arry raised a eye brow and pointed at the unfinished sandwich,"finish eating before you leave for school." Arry said not demanding but a simple request.

Ruckia sighed grateful he wasn't going to get yelled at this morning, he picked up the rest of the bread and shoved it into his mouth before heaving his bag on his back,"brrryyy" the snowy white haired boy said through a mouthful of food before quickly leaving the house.


He ran most of the way to school which he tried to do each morning to keep fit, Usually he got lazy by the time he got down to the last of the driveway but this was good enough he thought stopping running Ruckia was a little sweaty but the cool breeze dried the beads on his pale skin quickly.
His eyes searched the grounds of the school he had seen the notices all over the place throughout the week. Ruckia wasn't good at sport nor did he know how to play, but he enjoyed watching. Sitting down at the back of the oval he spread his legs out toward the players waiting for what seemed to be 'try outs' to begin.