"Bro, wake up!" Nosedive slowly felt consciousness reach him, he saw blurry shapes moving above him, but he quickly pressed his eyes back into the darkness, in hopes to regain his peaceful state once again. "Wake up Little bro." Wildwing continued by shaking the smaller duck awake. His tired groans gave him no avail, "Come on Wing it's the weekend, let me sleep." He mumbled from under his blankets.

"Come on Nosedive you promised you'd get up for your Jr hockey tryouts this morning." He prompted. The younger duck only tightened the covers over his head. "You go… I'll catch up." He whimpered. Wildwing rolled his eyes. "Yeah right." He grumbled, flicking on the lights and snapping the covers off his stubborn brother. "Fine!" Nosedive finally caved.

Nosedive walked out of his room finally dressed and ready only twenty minuets later, "What's for breakfast?" he asked while giving a lengthy yawn, as he casually stretched his joints out of their premature slumber. Wildwing gave him a forced look at the question, "Breakfast? We gotta go little bro." his thumb pointing back to the door. "What no food?" Nosedive panicked in disappointment. His brother sighed cracking a teasing smile; he picked up a small plate placed next to him on the counter. "Of cores not, here. Eat in the car." Handing the dish of toasted bread and neatly cut fruit off to his brother. "What no jelly?" The blond pestered as his sibling continued pushing him out of the house. "No time!"

Nosedive stood at the arenas sidelines, still stretching out his muscles and tendons before the tryouts. He watched as young ducks slowly took the ice as the time was almost near for him to do the same. Recognizing many of the familiar faces that would be competing with him today. Many of the ducks here where already friends of his, witch was exciting of cores. Nosedive lifted his left leg over the bench beginning another stretch; it was that moment a group of familiar faces walked by on their way to the rink. "Hay Nosedive…" one called out at the fellow teen. "Hay man how've you been?" another asked as the group wondered closer.

The one on the left was Dozy a skinny quiet duck with short white feathers who always seemed to have the essentials on hand for any given situation curtsy of his many functioning pockets and backpack space, Wingzing in the center, was an assertive upbeat duck but with major ambition and a hardcore passion for winning, and of cores Puck, who made his name as an anti-authority, troublemaker who liked to do his own thing. Puck was of cores the most fun to hang out with, but perhaps not the best of role models either.

"Hay fellas I'm doing good, what are you guys up too?" Nosedive responded hoping to transition himself into the conversation. "Oh nothing, just talking about who's going to tonight's Post Haunt." Pucks bragging tone was almost certain the biggest hint to the obvious answerer.

Still Nosedive scoffed in disbelief "I know it can't be you, unless you're planning on having a few more birthdays before tonight." He criticized, "or… Unless you've got an awesome older brother like me!" Puck countered, completely disregarding the others argument. Nosedive a bit put off by this. "You can… do that?" he dumbly doubted.

"Yeah man, they wont stop you if you get an escort. I can't believe Glide's taking you, I wish my sibling was that cool." Wingzing grumbled in disappointment and a bit of envy. "Yeah well it helps when you have a really cool hockey playing brother like mine to take you to post haunt." He continued to boast, not realizing he had been over heard by the new company looming behind him, Nosedive barely had time to noticed himself until it was too late.

Puck suddenly noticing something was amiss with his friends, "What's this about taking a brat to post haunt now?" The voice intercepted in a deep, guttural sound that seemed to carry a gravely under tone along with it.

Though Puck and his brother Glide shared many of the same physical features and even the same shade of auburn colored feathers they where far from similar. As Glide towered over his kin, he was also a large, bulky duck, with a robust edge. He was all you would expect by looking at him. The two younger ducks each cowered in his company and for good reason; he wasn't much of the friendliest type either. He was actually rather mean spirited on and off the ice, Nosedive felt himself quiver a bit in his presence as well.

But Puck seemed to be able to keep his cool, probably more used to his brothers more threatening aspects then anyone else. "Come on bro don't be like that, you promised!" he argued back in a tone that was rather aggravatingly insistent for addressing such a duck, only contributing to making his friends more uncomfortable to the situation.

Glides face scowled, his voice forming a deep grunt, rolling his eyes before his threatening glare seemed to diminish. "Why? Because mommy said so, that's only if you make the team tot princess." He breathed; his voice was softer and less menacing but still just as gruff and generally unsettling.

"Yeah, well consider it done because ain't no way that's not gonna happen." Puck gave an assuring smile to his less then overjoyed sibling. The older duck only made a deeper groan of acknowledgement. "What ever I'd still ditch you anyway, tot…" he scoffed, already turning his back on the group of younglings. "Funny I was gonna plan the same thing." Puck announced with one of his amusing grins that usually went along with his acts of mischief. The older duck seemed eager to just ignore the comment but his head did turn back to the group of boys, only this time his eyes gazed at another young duckling.

Nosedive felt his bodies heat raising as his anxiety and fear set in, but he still fought to keep a strait face as best he could while looking into the eyes of such an intimidating individual. "Oh by the way, its good to see you here Nosedive. At least not all of your family's hockey talents will go to waste." He smirked, giving the small blond duck a smile of approval before taking his leave.

Nosedive couldn't think fast enough to give any type of response to Glides comments; he only managed to stand there in silence. Puck finally being the first to say anything, "Don't mind him he's just grumpy because he thought Canard was gonna be here… but he's gonna take me… and then I'm going to ditch him." Puck needing to confirm this to his still speechless friends. "Just for the record…"

"Um… what's the point of getting him to take you if you're just going to run off anyway?" Dozy interrogated, feeling it necessary to question the logic behind his friends so called master plan. Doing so in a bit of an annoyed manner.

"Because Dozy, because Dozy I just need him to get in to post haunt, after that I'm a free bird. Full proof plan!" He boasted once again, looking off into the distance as if admiring its brilliantness. Nosedive finally shaking off the dumbstruck look he'd been carrying. "Come on tot boy, you wont have the chance if we don't get on the ice and actually try out." The blond reminded, as all four continued there way back to the rink.

The sun was lowering in the sky, filling it with deep brilliant colors as it descended into night; soon darkness began to creep over Puckworld once again. The Flashblades doorbell echoed though the quite house and it wasn't long before a voice acknowledged their approval to enter. Shortly after Canard stepped though the door, and was welcomed by the two brothers sitting in side.

The golden colored duck kindly returned the jester, but seemed to be in a bit of a bothered state. "Nosedive I'm so sorry about missing your tryouts, I know I promised I'd be there to watch…" his tone made sure on giving the little duck his sincerest apologies, "M-my dad made me sped the day doing training drills, he's like that I guess. But it's still my fault, I'm sorry."

Nosedive giving him a cheerful look despite, hoping to comfort his friend's troubled state of mind. "Hay, don't worry about it man. I still made the team, you can make it up to me by cheering us on at our first game!" Nosedive celebrated, throwing his arms in the air for emphasis, "You got a deal." Canard agreed feeling much better about his mistake.

"Me and Wildwing where just talking about how to calibrate, right?" his eyes fell back to the white-feathered duck still leaning across the room. Who proceeded to roll his eyes and sigh at the younger youth, "I told you little bro its not going to happen." He stated in a firm attitude, as if he knew Nosedive was determined on wearing him down.

Canard feeling a little behind on the situation, " how are we celebrating exactly?" he questioned. "I want Wildwing to take me to post haunt tonight, but he wont cuz he's got a date with Loora 'Borcross'." Nosedive protested. "You're going to post haunt with Loora?" a flicker of jealousy flashed over the ducks face, it was concealed so quickly Nosedive, who had been eyeing for the others reaction barley had time to notice it at all.

Wildwing blushed at his friends questioning. "Oh yeah, at the hockey tryouts we kinda talked and decided to go… together." He confirmed, "oh come on, I wont cramp your style, I just want in on the scare scene." Wildwing shook his head still unconvinced. "Fine how about I tag along with Canard, or would that harp your cool too big bro?" Nosedive pestered sarcastically, the golden duck seemed unsure of this sudden request and his face was quick to show it.

"I'd start running if I where you Canard." The goalie teased, knowing who the new target was. "Oh come on, you act like I'm some scaredy baby that can't handle one little night of fright. Come on Canard it'll be like I'm not even there." Nosedive continued to persuade.

"I don't know it's a little past your bed time." Canard recalled his tone playing to the satirical opportunity, both older ducks laughed at the youngest continuing frustration that now melded into his provoked anger. "Oh, haha… you both know mom wont mind as long as I'm out supervised, that is if one of you actually takes me!"

This seemed to only make them laugh even harder, "I was kidding Nosedive, you actually have one!" he chuckled after managing to calm him self down. Nosedive's face fell into a vexed position, as he felt a small rosy blush cross over his cheeks from his growing embarrassment. But the two older ducks knew it was clearly time to quit teasing the kid and give him his final answer. "Where just playing Nosedive, I'll take you to post haunt. If you think you can handle it?" Canard dauntingly giving the teen one final chance to back out, "Handle it?" his face was lit up once again in success, "Pff… your talking to the guy who's sat through a billion horror flicks since I could waddle." he assured his older friend.

"Right." Wildwing seemed to be having his doubts on the statement, "Just promise me you wont get scared and make me leave early, all right Canard." Nosedive smirked back.