The Bluster Brigade! [Open]

Fancy us meeting like this~?

It should be his match soon right? The corners of her mouth curled upward in a catlike fashion, Chloe Crawford hummed as she shuffled her way through the crowds and spied an empty seat in the stands with her glistening green eyes, and was glad that she seemed to have made it in time to see a particular someone compete in the tournament bracket of this little festival that had been organized in her happy homeland. Dressed in her gym uniform from UA and clutching a stiff sheet of paper that she had folded over into a square shape about the size of a pizza box under her arm, the bubbly brunette wiggled her way past the knees of other spectators, and after confirming the fact that the spot was available, planted her behind into it without a second thought.

Even though this isn’t really my thing, I’m kind of excited? Oddly feeling a mix of anxiety and yet also some kind of thrill as she sat herself down and looked over the ‘arena’ in front of her, even though Chloe had avoided competing in the competition and most of the matches thus far since she was never much of a fan of violence, this was one occasion that she knew she should not avoid. The helpful friend she had made when fresh at UA up in the race to the top, even though she was not all that pleased by the prospect of a fight, on this occasion the emerald eyed enchantress couldn’t help but get a little caught up in the electric atmosphere that surrounded her and for good reason really.

I hope he does well~ The young man who had been so sweet and earnest surely part of why Miss Crawford was not only willing to watch something like this but also pin her hopes upon him, while victory in a tournament never seemed like it was enough for her to really give her best effort, the british beauty knew that it was important to the lad and as such it was her responsibility to make sure he knew he wasn’t alone in this. Happy to cheer on the young hero no matter the situation and especially so given the rough time he had been through lately, as she unfolded the glittery banner with the word ‘Kirk’ written on it in a fun but slightly fancy form of font the femme giggled, and wondered just how much longer she might have to wait to see the man of the hour…

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