Ruckus on the Ramps (Closed Turf War)

[attr="class","landfill-scroll"]To say that he was nervous would have been an understatement.

There had been a reason why he stopped participating in Turf Wars solo - or, that is, with a randomly selected team -, that reason being the fact that he was notoriously unskilled and, as many had often very graciously put it, a 'useless dead weight'. While unobservant at the best of times, Casper wasn't too dense to know when he wasn't wanted. Even so, he'd been practicing lately, and with Iggy's help, he'd gotten better, even if the improvement was far from significant. Trying in and of itself seemed to be helping, and he was determined to get even more practice in - even at the expense of his unfortunate teammates. They'd forgive him if he dragged them down, surely, and if they didn't, well... He wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

He'd brought his Splattershot Jr. with him and dressed in his usual attire; Tinted Shades, Varsity Jacket and Red Hi-Tops. Ordinarily he'd have taken a pair of headphones with him, as well, but he supposed he'd do better if he could actually hear what was going on on the field. At the moment, Cas was busying himself with trying not to appear as anxious as he felt. It would help, he realized, to distract himself by getting to know his teammates for the match. He tucked his phone into his pocket, albeit a bit reluctantly, and lifted his attention at about the same time that Levi approached them, his friendliness putting Casper at ease within seconds. 

A grin tugged at his lips as the other boy slowed to a stop before them. That energy of his was contagious. A part of him was surprised when Ivory spoke up before him - he hadn't really paid much of any attention to her before, but a quick glance over was enough for him to decide that she seemed just as chill as Levi did. Given their weapon choice and general demeanor, they both seemed like they really knew what they were doing. "Yeah, dude! I was born ready!" came his equally enthusiastic reply. He flipped his shades up, still beaming, and slipped his weapon under one arm, looking between the two of them when he continued, "I'm Cas, by the way - nice to meet ya!"