[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QPwjDVl.png[/img][/center] [sub][i]The sport. The crowd. The facade of spirit in the air...[/i][/sub] It was a High School game. That was certain in Alice's mind. It was all too common that the hundreds of pairs of eyes one might expect to be tracing the speedy players on the field were busy observing the crowd. Each socialite scanned their friends moreso than they paid attention to the game, it seemed. It was all a puzzle, the schoolβ€” in some manner Alice didn't fully understand, but who was she to judge? Her eyes, too, failed to watch the field. Instead her gaze was captivated elsewhere: upon a graffiti mural that stuck out on the side of the fieldhouse. It was subtle, emblazoned across the wall obscured by the bleachers so that only someone who might have went looking for somethingβ€”or someone who was trying to get away from the prying eyesβ€” would find. [sub][color=coral]'π’žπ’Άπ“ƒ'𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“ˆπ‘’π’Έπ“‡π‘’π“‰π“ˆ'[/color][/sub], it said. [b][color=coral]"Not anymore apparently,"[/color][/b] the girl replied. Subtle, spooky, graphically pleasing. A torrent of cheering momentarily sweeped through the bleachers dragging Alice's eyes away from the hidden dusting of spraypaint. Her friends awaited her back in their seats, and she couldn't avoid the game forever. She shrugged her flowing peacoat more tightly around her body before surging on and back up the metallic stairs. She had arrived just in time to see Rob almost launch himself down the stairs in a tumble. Her approach came just as quietly as her exit had, thus Alice didn't interrupt the conversation. Talk of leaving was brought up nearly immediately and a look of surprise came to Alice's face. She had no intentions to argue with her friends but did feel the need to speak up. [b][color=coral]"Leaving already? The game's justβ€”"[/color][/b] Alice interrupted herself as her gaze fell upon the scoreboard. [b][color=coral]"Ah... That would make sense."[/color][/b] A moment later, she clandestinely averted her eyes unto Deus, offering an amused look and a small shrug. [b][color=coral]"Their loss, it seems."[/color][/b] As Bernie mentioned her plans to head in, Alice perked up. [b][color=coral]"I'll come with you. Nothing like spending extra time in school..."[/color][/b] Her escape was much easier than expected, but Alice supposed that was in part due to Bernie. She trailed after her friend alongside the rest of those going inside to observe the quaint setup early. She offered few words to the student at the door, removing her coat and going through the strangely uniform process that could only have been formulated by high school staff trying their best to prevent petty theft. [i]Inefficient but effective.[/i] Alice intended not to draw too much attention to herself. As such, her outfit was a rather unsuccessful attempt to emulate subtlety observed in works like the hidden gem beside the bleachers. Of course, that involved a lot more thought than she had hoped it would. In an effort to maintain some semblance of formality (as something too casual would draw just as many eyes as something too flashy), Alice wore a simple black dress beneath her coat with black tights beneath. [i]Nothing too revealing, and nothing too '18th century',[/i] she'd mused. Of course, that was until she'd become aware of the theme that had contrasted her ideas entirely. Alice chose to rectify this mistake and satiate any friends that may accost her for otherwise ignoring the theme with a fistful of blue glitter thrown haphazardly in a swathe down the side of her dress and a matching blue ribbon run through her hair. Soon enough, Alice had taken up her rightful position against the wall as the observer. The scurrying students raced through the hectic scene to prepare for the onslaught of incoming students. Alice couldn't imagine why anyone would volunteer for the position. [i]More stress to deal with?[/i] Perhaps it just wasn't for her. [b][color=coral]"As picturesque as you'd imagined, Bernie?"[/color][/b] Alice rubbed her arms slightly, as if still trying to escape the cold that had shook her back at the stadium. [b][color=coral]"Can't say I want any reminder that winter is coming soon..."[/color][/b]