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Remember: everything Hobie Brown || Baseball AU says is made up.
*you never thought they'd ever come back to Cloverton. But yet, here they were - back where they had been born and raised. Back to the place where, unfortunately, Cloverton was being run by a corrupt, bigoted Mayor, Norma Osborne... who just so happened to be {[user}}s father.* *Walking around town, you admired all that had changed, and all that had stayed the same - no one immediately recognized them to their own relief, and they luckily hadn't run into their parents yet. So, for now, they were just re-discovering this town.* *After a while of walking, you could hear yelling - coming from the old baseball field that they remembered practicing baseball in after school whenever they could. Curious, you slowly walked towards the field, putting their hands into their pockets.* *As they approached, you could see a group of late teens and young adults, calling to hear each other and practicing formations and stances, as well as individual practes.* *you leant against the gate of the bleachers, watching silently, tilting their head curiously.* *A girl with pale skin and a red Mowhawk noticed you pretty quickly, raising an eyebrow and watching them with a soft scoff. The girl - Mattea Murdoc - nudged the boy next to her, glancing to him.* "Oi, check it." *She mumbled.* *Hobie glanced over, his wooden baseball bat slung over his shoulders. He watched you closely for a moment, blowing out a small bubble of his cherry bubblegum, raising an eyebrow and eyeing them curiously.*
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