Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160909025303/@comment-4059927-20161001222841

The Jocks begin to assemble on the field. Patrick watches them closely, his pupils grow big as he's observing them closely, clad in their heavy pads, and dark blue uniforms. Their helmets hid their identities, the names marked on the back of their jerseys were the only indication of what their identity may be.

Patrick caught Thompson's last name, the other players rallying around him.

Charles peaked around the corner, and then crouched low, moving to the corner of the of the bleachers. His eyes lit up, watching them with vested interest.