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[ROSS ♥ WHITE]

As the light of day took its rest, night washed in quicker than the tide to shore. Darkness settled and with a bright bang, the lights of the field took hold and illuminated the well manicured lawns. Despite the lateness, there was still a body on the field sweating and moving to the rhythm of a ball. The movements were raw, preoccupied and relentless. It was as if the boy was unleashing some kind of angry punishment on his body as he pushed himself past the limits. With ease Ross angled the kick straight into the goal as he picked up another ball to continue.

Across his face was a shadow of frustration, marking each of his features with some deep, dismal dent. As the beads of sweat trickled down his skin he kicked the ball with force, grunting with anger. It was impossible to really tell what was bothering the boy. Whether he was extremely dedicated to his sport or just plain angry wasn't quite discernible. Instead the outsider could only observe the multitude of balls which had lay victim to his forceful, but deadly accurate kicks into the reinforced goal.

It was a well known fact at St. Gabriel's, that all the sporting equipment was specially made to handle supernatural forces. While they played human schools outside of Elysian bounds, students were known to play a little dirty and use their "extra skills." It wasn't frowned upon. Even the headmaster encouraged some extra punch when it came to the Rugby team. Whatever the case, so long as most people couldn't tell what happened it was allowed. It was probably the very reason that Ross had made co-captain. It had nothing to do with Henry as a coach, it had everything to do with the fact that Ross was agile, quick and didn't shy from using extra strength or accuracy on the field.

Even then, there were no games coming up during the start of the year. Conditioning only went till dinner on some days and the rare night trainings wouldn't start till later in the conditioning phase. Yet here he was, beating himself up on the field and for what. With a feral and deep growling yell, Ross scissor kicked another ball into the net falling back onto the field with shallow breaths. Frustrated and full of a deep resentment he ran his hand through his hair and attempted to relax, to cool down before he ripped a hole through the net.

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