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[i]“If he wasn’t proud then he wouldn’t be powerful”[/i]
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Without realising it, DeShawn felt himself tracking his finger up and down the large scar on his left arm. The story behind it was not one he had shared with anyone during his brief time at Rosefell. Not Hunter. Not Melissa. Not even Lilith when they were off the faces on some great grass. It was the story of how he got to this place, why he had traded the mean streets of Baltimore to the somewhat less mean streets of Cleveland. When one asked, the football players answer as to why he now lived with his aunt and uncle was simple; his daddy was locked up and he needed a place to sleep. The truth to the matter was that there was much more to that particular tale and it had yet to be shared. Maybe he was too proud? Yet if he wasn’t proud he wouldn't be powerful. This place had quickly become a home to him but he had yet to truly find his place amongst the people and now with this influx of Liberty kids, Dee’s journey was either going to become a hell of a lot easier or a hell of a lot harder; only time would really tell.

He glanced down at his watch and noted the time; unlike many of his fellow Rosefell Knights, DeShawn did not like to act or play the fool. He treated people with the respect that he deserved and right now, he had a duty to one of the Liberty kids, to show them around and give them a warm welcome. Alina Zebrecky. Time to go a-hunting. Over to the left, the big man could see his boi Suave getting his flirt on with some pink haired temptress from TikTok and he nodded his head in support. [color=CB8DEB]”My man”[/color] A lot of people didn’t realise because of the boys general positivity that Rico had been pining for one Ellie Roberts all summer. It was somewhat nice to see the Latin Lover get his game back.

DeShawn decided it best to begin his search by the name tag table in the school but before he did that, there was one little piece of business to attend to. Making his way through a few parked cars, number 44 of the best D-Line in High School football found himself standing behind a blonde haired bombshell barking orders at her new underlings. He brushed his large hand beneath the hem of her cheerleader skirt, resting it on Melissa’s smooth leg and dropped a whisper into her ear.

[color=CB8DEB]”You look fine as hell today, Queen. You get bored of ruling with an iron fist, you know where imma be at girl”[/color]

The connection with Melissa probably wouldn’t last beyond high school; hell knowing her it probably wouldn’t last past the first semester but that was fine; they both knew what it was and he wouldn’t lose any sleep if they broke it off that day. She had her goals and he had his and when they stopped being of use to each other that would probably be the end of it. It was a shame since there was something there that he got to see, probably more closely than anyone else had ever had. He got to see the Melissa underneath the cheerleading outfit, literally and figuratively. Beyond the Queen of Thorns, there was actually a good person in there. 

Leaving Missy to her kingdom, Dee made further steps towards the school; giving out the usual pleasantries and greetings to friends, fans and teachers alike. That was one thing he missed about home, they didn’t talk so much. Walking through the halls, he scanned name tag after name tag in search of his new “buddy” but had yet to find her. It didn’t help that he dwarfed everyone in the school by a mile and having to look down to people constantly was a pain in the neck, literally. That being said it was very difficult to lose Big D in a crowd. Not only was he the tallest and probably pound for pound strongest kid in school, he was also one of the few kids of color and so far; he was lucky. The systemIc racism he dealt with at home had yet to rear its head at Rosefell. Yet now with these incredibly privileged Liberty kids arriving, there was all the potential in the world for that to change.

Almost as if he could hear a ticking clock in his head, DeShawn was already ready for the day to end. It’s not that he hated school, quite the opposite in fact he quite enjoyed it. It was just the first day of school that he hated. The awkward introductions and the even more awkward greetings from those known to you that you haven’t seen all summer. He had to put this out of his mind however so that he could make Alina’s first day the least amount of crazy as possible. Assuming she was a part of the sea of Liberties; Dee grabbed a name tag and quickly wrote his name on it. Surely this would be enough effort to find her? He positioned himself against a locker like it was the top of a mountain and prepared himself to receive his guest, whenever she decided to cross his path.[/center]