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Post by Jou on Jun 12, 2015 5:32:15 GMT
Home of the friday night fuckboys Cavaliers. College football boys. It's very serious business.
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Post by Bakura on Jun 18, 2015 7:20:59 GMT
Well. This was certainly something. Seeing the football field when it was empty like this, quiet, no lights on, was sort of creepy. The place seemed a lot bigger without people in the stands or the teams practicing on the field. Bakura stared at the painted white lines in the grass as he walked along them, counting down through the numbers. The grass made a pleasant crunching noise from the frost that was gathered there undisturbed. Well, he thought, it wasn't undisturbed now. Bakura walked into the stands and took a few steps up them before sitting down. Now that he had stopped moving the cold was beginning to seep in, and he pulled his jacket closer around him to try and hold onto whatever warmth he could hold onto. Leaning back Bakura tried to imagine what the place would look like come daytime. The football team on the field running drills, the sound of the whistle the couch would blow. The cheer team would practice in an empty corner and track would run laps, jogging at a normal pace and talking in groups of friends. Maybe a few groups of people would even hang out on the bleachers and while you couldn't hear what they were saying every once and a while a loud burst of laughter would come from them. But it wasn't daytime yet. It was nighttime and quiet and the sprinklers one watering the grounds was the only sound he could here.
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