RISE TO THE TOP [rp thread]

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    A fallen school. That is what people thought of the Columbe volleyball team.


    Columbe High School's volleyball team was something to be reckoned with, once. A national contender, who won nearly every state championship, and seemed to just keep rising.


    Those days are long gone, now, ever since the old volleyball coach retired and that all-star team graduated a few years ago. The new coach has never played a game of volleyball in her life, and she's not going to learn now; She's more than happy to phone in each practice and give a consolation speech when the team loses each and every match.


    But these kids don't give up so easily--and this year, the volleyball team at Columbe might rise back to the top.


    the team


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    Bee was feeling impatient. That is, more impatient than usual.


    After weeks of classes with absolutely nothing to look forward to, the first day of volleyball practice was here. It wasn't official, or anything--season still didn't start for weeks now, and neither did the official practices--but the team had wrangled the gym away from the basketball team for a few hours after school each day, which meant Bee could finally be back on the court with the others.


    And she had to sit through seven fucking hours of schoolwork before she could go.


    Bee had never exactly been a patient person, and every cell in her body was telling her to raise hell just so she could get out of class. Really, she only managed to keep her composure because she knew making a scene meant detention, and detention meant missing practice, and the thought of sitting in a classroom instead of being on the court for even longer would drive her crazy.


    But god, those seven hours were going to kill her.


    Bee thought she just barely made it. Even as she left her last class and grabbed her gym bag from her locker, she could feel the angry energy threatening to overflow, the need to move her body after forcing herself still for the entire day. Sitting still wasn't one of Bee's strong suits, and she really felt like she might explode if she had to any longer.


    All in all, she felt like her sprint through the halls to the gym was deserved, after managing to behave all day.


    Bee practically barreled through the gym doors and onto the empty court. The net wasn't set up yet, and there were no sneakers or bags sitting along the bleachers, so Bee thought she might have been the first one to arrive. She felt herself relax, the tension in her shoulders disappearing just from being there.


    "Fucking finally," Bee said. The wait was over.

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    The time just seemed to drag on and on for Akashi-it probably didn't help that her last period was a sort of free period...or that a classmate, Krista, decided to pick the ravenette as her latest victim to talk to this time around. Akashi was only paying half attention to the blonde girl, nodding here and there as the girl droned on about her her boyfriend or something. In all honesty, the ravenette didn't really care what Krista had to say. If it wasn't her teammates or something about school work, manga and anime, or volleyball well, Akashi didn't really care.

    "Wow, Akashi! I didn't notice you're eyes were that color, I never really payed attention. The volleyball players attention fully turned to Krista. Her eyes? They weren't that interesting, were they? "They almost look golden brown if it weren't for the green there." Akashi hummed in understanding, now. The golden ring around her pupil, fading to green towards the outside-hazel eyes.


    "Uh, thanks," the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, "I've got to go, bye." She bid Krista farewell, leaving the blonde confused as Akashi disappeared out the door.


    "Finally." She sighed in relief, reaching her locker. Quickly putting unwanted books away, Akashi grabbed her gym bag and closed the locker door, making her way to the gym. A small, satisfied smile twitched at the edge of her lips. She still rememberd when the team had managed to snag it from the basketball team, not that they really needed it like the volleyball club did.


    Volleyball.


    The one thing she looked forward to at school. Whenever she was on the court all of her stress and worries seemed to wash away in an instant. Akashi never thought she'd love the sport as much as she does, but now she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. The rush of stopping a spiker from scoring, seeing the other teams frusterated looks a s they were shut down again and again, the thrill of spiking it, serving, everything. A buzz of excitement rushed through her at the thought. However, she contained herself as the gym came into view.


    Akashi stepped into the gym, eyes scanning the area. The net wasn't up yet and it was practically empty. Except for...

    "I see you're the first one here. Good afternoon, Bee." Akashi greeted the small libero. Bee, the teams libero, although quite short compard to most of the others-herself included, Akashi knew that the girl was one hell of a good player, small height or not.

    ☆⋅⋆ ── Yōko Maeda

    It's common nature for students to succumb to the pain that is lectures. Dragging out for what feels like an eternity, it's only natural to feel deprived and occupy your time by counting the hours, minutes, and seconds until it'll all end. For many, it was simply dreadful.


    However, Yōko didn't fall into this category. She found peace in the quiet hum of the classroom. It was nothing new to her— after being through 12 years of school now, it was practically second nature. The young woman had enjoyed these past few weeks of simply schoolwork and nothing more. It was relaxing and truly a time where she enjoyed her lonesome to no end. No bombardments from underclassmen, no balls flying past her head, no idiot to smack her glasses down, and, most importantly, no meaningless things to stay behind for. It was utter bliss for her. She could keep her focus on her class rank, on college, and on making a good foundation for herself so she's anything but unprepared for graduation. Sure, it might've been too early to think of such things, but the wing spiker considered it as just being ready for anything.


    Tap, tap, tap. The annoying clatter of someone rapping their pencil on their desk brought her back to Earth, down from her fantasizing thoughts as she sat with complete work in front of her. She didn't even have to glance at the clock to know what was expecting her soon. That's right, her lovely grace period was going to come to an end. As someone who was always on top of her schedule, never late for anything, she knew just what was awaiting her. That's right.


    Volleyball practice.


    The time she's had to herself before such an event felt like the calm before the storm. She felt herself lightly shake her head, twirling a pen in her hands as she leaned back in her chair. It was truly dreadful, even saddening, to know that she'd have to return such discord so soon. She had to admit, she was, at the very least, used to it by now, well aware that she had managed to get through such a time with grace her past three years. But yet each and every time, it still didn't feel like anything to look forward to. Perhaps it was a sad thought for others, but to her, it was just realistic. She couldn't be bothered to curse her younger self, question why she had decided to be so committed to such a bore of an activity, but she very well knew the answer to that. It was for opportunity. With good commitment demonstrated on your application, it's something that can draw colleges in far and wide. Not only that, but the opportunity of being committed to a college for sports was also an option. Although it wasn't necessarily one she wanted to take, as she doesn't expect to continue past high school, it was still one of many benefits from engaging in such an activity.


    Well, that's what she initially thought. In reality, to be able to achieve such things, you can't be the only good one. Everyone has to be good. And considering Columbe's volleyball club's reputation, that simply wasn't the case. She could have left for a different sport or club if anything, but after already playing for years in her youth, it tied her down to stick with the team. Maybe it was the nostalgia that kept her there, or the hope that the new year will be better than the next. Spoiler alert, it never seemed to happen.


    She couldn't be bothered with menial things like hope or excitement as the time to practice continued to approach her. If anything, she prayed time would slow instead. But alas, the final bell rang, signaling her unavoidable fate. She stored her notebook and stationary away, zipping her bag shut as she slung it over her shoulder and took her work in her other hand. She hauled herself out of her chair to walk towards the front of the room, handing in her completed assignment before turning and walking out of the classroom. The moment she walked out of those doors, she put her headphones in, turning up the volume on her phone to let her music seep into her ears and drown out the commotion of the bustling hallways. She weaved her way through the crowds, making her way towards the gym. She let her feet carry her forward, her mind occupied on planning out her evening after practice. To her, the time in the gym just felt like a gap in her schedule. In and out, that's all she'll do— nothing more, nothing less.


    She felt herself let out a sigh the moment her eyes landed on the gymnasium standing before her, a hand reaching up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes for a second, pushing her glasses up. At least she knew these... peers well enough to know that close to none of them would actually be around at the set time for it to begin. Maybe she could take some extra time to mentally prepare herself for the entry of a bunch of walking headaches.


    She pushed the doors open, a hand holding onto the strap of her bag as she glanced around the open space. Just as she had expected, no one else was- her gaze shifted over to see Bee sitting still for the first time in her life on the bleachers, Akashi making way towards her not too long before Yōko walked in. She felt her nose twitch slightly, the most she was willing to express as she gave a simple nod in greeting towards the two. Despite her clear lack of interest the moment she stepped foot inside, she still held up her good manners. She walked over to the end of the bleachers, sitting a distance away from the other two as she set her bag down and pulled out her phone. She leaned back in her spot, tucking her free hand away in her pocket as she started reading an article on her phone. She left her earbuds on, hoping that at least anyone else who comes across her will take a hint and not bother her so she can linger on her last few moments of alone time before practice started.

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    ★ ― niana greyson

    tell me what makes you stay, there's a hundred ways to leave a lover!


    Niana was expected to have been a straight-a student. At least from her family’s perspective, and undeniably, there were extensive changes to be made if she would even dabble along the lines of what their wishes were. Well, screw those expectations darling, she could drive along the roads of life just fine. Staring at the clock as the minutes went by, she figured this music wouldn’t be such a bore when she had entered, but somehow, their teacher was this little old lady who literally lived four blocks away from her that looked like she should be sunning it out in an assisted living, senior’s community. Well, she loved Mrs. Henderson, but her mind was quite far from music or the fact that most of her day was dreading the first unit exam of Spanish for the semester and just going about her day for all seven hours of torturous academics. It wasn’t like she was even academically inclined even. She was your slightly above average, average student. Enough to stay on the team.


    The day was a haze after all. Time moved on as quick as a snail, aside from her glancing at her phone and holding back the little snickers at a meme or joke her brother texted, that was pretty much the only thing going by and giving her the awareness of the day. Soon as she swung into the lunchroom for some grub, she peeked around the corners to see if anyone she knew was sitting or at least somewhere in the massive cafeteria. Flushing, she spotted the guy she had a crush on and waved back when he motioned her over to join him and his friends. Crushes were great, but she wanted to see her friends first. Your girls before your hoes.


    Greyson sighed wishing she wasn’t so loyal to her friends. He was mighty cute for a soccer player. Why was her head in the clouds now? To keep her from thinking of only volleyball. Finding a seat with her lab partner, the teen managed to chat and eat her lunch while texting the team in their group chat.



    >>goodgrey28: please tell me no one ate this crap lasagna? sloppy joe just plopped on layers of pasta. I shoulda made my own, but I was trying to coax chonks and tate back down from the attic. my mom said tate got up there somehow. I bet my little brother left the attic door open. anyways, practice is on and we gotta fix the net again... last time we played I noticed there was a bit less tension. can someone check the tension straps? you know I’d probably mess it up worse... see ya laters.



    As the day drew to an end, the junior suddenly felt a boost in her energy. It would finally be time to hit the courts and play what she really loved. Popping her textbooks into her locker for the day and taking only what she needed for homework, she locked it up and ran down the corridor to the outdoor passage way leading to the gymnasium. Sitting at the far end of the bleachers was a familiar face. Yoko.


    Noticing that the teen has her earbuds in and seemed to be deep into whatever she was reading, she lopped her duffle against the side wall, hearing it land with a thud as she pulled off her hoodie and slipped her gym shirt on. Pulling out her keys, she did a few lunges across the empty court towards the storage room, keeping her breathing in control as she readied her body for the day’s workout and practice. Unlocking the door, she headed in, flicking the lights on and going straight for the ball basket. Bringing out the net needed another set of hands to not get anything damaged of course. No need for them to be screamed at. Actually coach wouldn’t care considering they never really did much for them. But that was only an after thought. The others would have it at her if she did something on her own again. Rolling out the ball cart with a hand on its frame and the other on her phone to text that she wasn’t going to eat dinner that night. After all, she had some good news and wanted to share it with the guys if they would go for some grub afterwards.

    Valerie

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    The place known as Columbe High School was the absolute worst, though you could say similar things about any other educational building. Education and school itself was something many people loathed, there is just way too many problems with it. In most schools, you learn through rigid periods. You are given irrelevant homework. You are pinned to a desk and chair for hours. The staff are an eyesore and the pupils are an annoyance. You are forced in a competition for top marks in grades with each and every subject you indulge in. It was hell.The devil incarnate through and through. Although despite all that, it wasn’t all that bad. School wasn’t awful when you weren’t attending the of a class.


    She sat in an open bathroom stall, watching a friend of hers applying make-up. The boredom was bliss compared to the agonizing classrooms of Columbe High. The ticking of the clock. The tapping of classmate’s feet. The squeaks of marker on the whiteboard. There was nothing to annoy her in the girl’s bathroom. Well. Almost nothing.


    “Hey Val, Val. How do I look? Stunning?” her friend had asked for her opinion, turning around to display her face. She lowered the lip balm stick to her waist, holding it in-between two hands as she awaited for an answer. Valerie kicked one leg over the other, leaning forward as she couldn’t exactly tell much of a difference. She wasn’t all that good with make-up. “Sure. Stunning. Amazing. It’s not like whoever you are running off with this time would notice.” she bluntly stated, forcing out a little groan as she planted both of her feet onto the floor. She stood up and approached her friend, rudely sticking her open palm out as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. Another minute or so.


    “Come on Sasha, I’ve been your lookout. I think it’s time for my side of the deal.” she hummed, not even looking up from her phone in the process. There had been an absence in texts from her partner, so she presumed he was getting into trouble once again. For a change, it was good to know she’d have to wait around. Today was quite a special day for her club, and even though she had no intention on practicing, she did remain curious to see if any freshmen had actually considered joining such a disaster. She snapped out of her thoughts, feeling nothing else than two cigarettes in her hand along with Sasha spewing incoherent words at her. She shrugged at her and followed along with a head nod, slipping one cigarette into her short’s pocket and placing the other one above her ear and hidden away by some hair. She reluctantly put up with Sasha for a moment more, allowing the gossip to share details on what had to be the newest rumors the school had to offer. With that in mind, the bell rang out and class was dismissed. An overwhelming positive feeling of triumph loomed over Valerie. Yet another torturous day had ended.


    She quickly turned for the bathroom door, giving an effortless wave goodbye to her friend as she continued talking to herself. Sorry, I'm supposed to meet with my boyfriend right now. There was no point in saying it. Sasha already knew. With Valerie pushing herself out of the bathroom, she decided to go ahead with her thought and stroll towards the gymnasium. She skipped by her locker, already having her bag strapped around a shoulder. She eventually met with the gym doors and peered inside, being met with disappointment. Those four.. No way am I dealing with them. She let out an annoyed sigh, turning her back to the wall and leaning against it. She slyly observed her surroundings before pulling out the cigarette that was in her pocket alongside a lighter. She stuck the cigarette into her mouth, wrapping her hands around the lighter, igniting it and bringing it close to her mouth. Once the cigarette was lit, she tossed the lighter back into her pocket. She kept her head down for obvious reasons, but was also aimlessly browsing through her phone, patiently waiting for fellow club members, or rather, victims to show up.






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    Unlike the rest of the team, little mister Isaias didn't have to bother with the bore of the school day. He just picked up his daddy's phone that morning, dropped his voice low, and called himself out until 8th period. What did he do for all of those 8 hours? Sleep, play video games, and go to Starbucks. It was a miracle that he didn't get his ass suspended for low attendance. Who needs high school anyway? Not someone who was halfway to paying off his college tuition from his job alone. Definitely not someone who didn't even need to pay for his tuition thanks to his parents. So, when the bell rang signaling the beginning of 8th period, guess who shimmied his way into class with a plastic cup in his hand? The sound of ice cubes rattling against the walls of the cup were like music to his ears. What a life to live, being able to pay for caffeine everyday and not have a dent in your bank account.


    Isa slogged his feet through the last period of the day, waiting for the teacher to stop his blabbing so he could run out there and play some volleyball. Honestly, the sport was the only reason why he bothered to come to school in the first place. It wasn't like he liked anyone here. His teammates, they were "friends", if you had to call him that. But if they weren't joined together due to their love for volleyball he would prefer not to see their peasant faces. He was better living in Beverly Hills then to sickly smile at someone's poor attempt at a joke.


    When that door opened, though, and the clock hit 3:15, by lord he was out of that stuffy classroom faster than light itself. For a second you were blessed by the presence of a damn God and the next he was half way down the hallway with his long strides and lack of backpack. God the feeling of hitting the shit out of something (or someone, to be honest) fueled the burning light behind his eyes. His hands were ready to palm some white leather in what he hoped was a going to be a good practice. He heard the story of Columbe High's championship. How they dominated every court they stepped on. Their fall from grace. Isa wouldn't be surprised if this practice ended up to be another shit show of whiny teenagers. It was like that every year. But he heard from his stupid goons that the team this year decided to step up their game. How large of a step? He didn't really know nor care. As long as they stayed in their damn lane and let him have the spotlight he was fine with whatever they wanted to do. After all, someone has to carry the team.


    Once he stripped from his casual outfit, he donned his uniform and locked up his bag. He wasn't about to let someone snatch his custom designed Nike duffel. Not that it was that expensive, but because he couldn't be bothered to order a new one. Isa sent out a quick text to his driver, reminding Jasper that he would be staying late today, before eyeing the empty locker room around him. Either he was early, or everyone else was balls late. Frowning, he sloughed off his necklaces and gold bracelets and rings. Even if the coach couldn't give a shit, he still didn't want to end up with a broken wrist if a volleyball decided to impale the bracelet into his bone.


    Stepping forth from the locker room, he jogged into the center of court, waiting for the rest of the team to show their faces. There were a couple gathered here already, though to be honest he didn't have the slightest inclination to converse with them unless they had to talk to him. Too many brain cells were lost during 8th period already.


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