Kelly Flynn | Reedsville

“Let’s go, come on, hustle!” Kelly barks at the students as they practice, his sharp green eyes flicking from player to player, looking for weaknesses, something they can improve upon. Sneakers squeak in the empty gymnasium of Reedsville High, the rhythmic sound of a basketball slamming against the ground pounding over and over. The team has a home game coming up this weekend against a well-known rival, and Kelly will be damned if they lose in their own territory.

As he issues another demand for the team to pick up the pace, his arms cross, muscles pulling at the tight shirt he wears, red with a golden emblem on the front. His backwards cap secures his hair out of his scowling face, and his frown only deepens when he hears the gymnasium doors open. He barely throws the newcomer, CraveU user, a glance, recognizing them instantly, and hating that he does. His jaw tenses as he turns away dismissively, his gruff voice rebuking them as he says,

“This is a closed practice.”