Kuro — Roleplayer Guild

 S U Z I E  P O O T S
S U Z I E  P O O T S

Location: Stadium - Dundas Islands, Pacific OceanFirst Class #2.40 Ruffled Feathers; Second Chances?
Interaction(s): Trace @psych0pompPreviously: Duck, Duck, Goose

One by one, the underclassmen made their decision. Some seemed stern in their position, unmoving at the offer of a new team. Others leapt at the opportunity, preferring a change of scenery over their original teammates. 

Regardless of whether or not she knew why, Suzie couldn't fault those who had made the choice to swap. After all, she had left behind her original team, Team 7, otherwise known as "Lucky Strikes" around campus. Her fellow classmates had just as much right to bail from their prior team as she did. But the more she waited to make her decision, the more Suzie noticed the mood that had consumed the ceremony. 

To her left, Eclipse hadn't made any moves. Given that half of their team had recently been branded terrorist accomplices, Suzie wasn't surprised they were reluctant to budge from where they stood. On the other hand, Blackjack, standing on her right, was a different story altogether. Although some of Firebird wished to join Blackjack, they were quickly overshadowed by one of Blackjack's teammates desiring to leave for one of the other two teams—a fact that some of Blackjack appeared distraught over when faced with the reality of the situation. One in particular held her head low, hair blocking her face, whereas others seemed similarly bothered and anxious about their teammate's decision.

She didn't know these people. She hadn't much reason to care about their prior issues. But no matter how Suzie tried to spin it, this didn't feel right. Maybe there was something she could do despite the fact that she was a nobody to these people.

Sighing, Suzie bit her lip. 

"Fuck it."

She walked towards the center; towards Trace.

"You certain you want to do this?" Suzie asked. "I'm not going to claim to know you. Hell, you can brush me off as unsolicited advice. But, just for a second, I want you to pause and look back at what you're leaving behind."

She gave a nod with her head towards Blackjack.

"I'm sure tensions are running high after what happened. People feel hurt. Depressed. Angry. That kind of feeling doesn't easily go away. It needs time to heal; certainly more time than a week. Trust me, I know how it goes more than most."

Suzie momentarily glanced at Trace, and then to Blackjack, looking for any telling sign or reaction to her words.

"By all means, if you still want to switch, then switch. But to me, it looks like Blackjack still gives a shit about you. You even have some of them on the verge of tears at the thought of you leaving them behind for another team." 

Fiddling with the armbands in her hands, Suzie presented the Firebird phoenix prominently in the air.

"Just my two cents. Take it or leave it, up to you."


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_{"Don't think anyone has anything else planned." Anni responded with a shrug.

As the food was placed on the table, she momentarily glanced towards Hanna. The woman had been holding onto Ivory, and was struggling to keep her footing in the heels she wore.

Save for getting shit-faced drunk, apparently.

Waiting for Jack to finish, Anni reached for her own slice of pizza and placed it on a nearby plate. The pizza looked like shit, but it was the type of shit pizza that tasted good. Maybe it was the alcohol that made it taste so good, but bar pizza was difficult to top regardless.

"So, is that the plan?" Anni asked, looking to Ivory for an answer. She had been the one who planned this, after all.}

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