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Post by Ryot King on Mar 28, 2008 19:56:18 GMT -5
Ryot walked slowly along the walkway, hands stuffed in pockets. His dark hair was covered in a black hat, pulled low over his icy blue eyes. His dark jeans contrasted with his green collared shirt. His slow walk finally brought him to the gymnasium. He slid through the door before it closed behind some jock that was leaving. He glanced around and was happy to see that he was alone. He quickly found a discarded basketball.
Dribbling with ease, Ryot warmed up a bit. He practiced passed with the wall. He dribbled from one hand to the other, through his legs, around his back. Finally, he started doing layups and shots from the three point line. The ball swished through the net, over and over, many times not even hitting the back-board. After almost an hour of nonstop movement, Ryot leaned against the wall and took a long swig from his water bottle, water running down his chin and sparkling on his throat.
Ryot was happy enough to be alone. He never really enjoyed company, what with his ravaged back ground. Sometimes, while he stared at the cieling waiting for sleep to take him, he'd imagine having a friend or two. But the idea to actually try to make friends, to come out of his secluded shell, didn't really appease to him. It's be like getting up for the let down. He'd seen Death himself. Death might be natural, but it had become the young man's bitterest enemy. Ryot rubbed the scar on his forehead, icy gaze lost in thought as the door to the gymnasium opened.
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Post by jackie .mae. ellison on Mar 28, 2008 20:22:31 GMT -5
Jackie had a basketball tucked under her arm, as she was dressed in a simply tank top, a pair of blue atheltic shorts that she'd stolen from her brother, they were comfier than short tiny girl shorts. She sported her favorite Nike shox, with the pink shox, on her feet. She strolled down the long hallway to the indoor gymnasium. She wasn't exactley the best basketball player in the world, but she thought she'd just go shoot some hoops for the run of it, get her extra excercise for the day, plus going riding later on. She hoped to be able to shoot some hoops alone, being that she wasn't the best and didn't want to look like an idiot in front of anybody else. She pulled open the gym door, to see a teenagae guy leaning against the wall with a basketball himself. Oh. Sorry I didn't realize anyone else was in here, She said to him; then turning slowly to leave, she wasn't sure that he wanted any company- and she wasn't about to barge in.
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Post by Ryot King on Mar 28, 2008 20:39:40 GMT -5
Ryot finally looked over to the door after it had fallen closed. The girl standing there was holding a basketball, probably one of her own. Her shorts looked long for girl shorts, so they probably belonged to a brother or boyfriend... or maybe even her own. His icy blue eyes pierced her. It wasn't a glare, but his gaze was naturally intense, and tended to make people uncomfortable. He didn't move from the wall as she spoke. Oh. Sorry I didn't realize anyone else was in here. Ryot watched in silence as she turned, and almost let her walk out. But where Ryot wasn't very social, he wasn't an ass. Wait. Stay. His voice was a bit wary, but the deep baritone was strong.
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Post by jackie .mae. ellison on Mar 28, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
The boy standing near the wall wasn't someone that she'd recognized before, she'd never seen him around campus so she figured he was new to canterbury just like she'd been at one point, along with her brother Jake. When the boy told her to stay, she turned back around to face him. He had a piercing gaze set upon Jackie, she wasn't sure if he was always like that or he was mad or what. But his gaze was even more intense being that he had bright blue eyes.
Okay.. Jackie said to him once she turned back around to face him again. Well- I'm Jackie, she said trying to ease the silence out of the air, You wanna shoot some hoops or something? she asked him. She wasn't even sure he was staying but it didn't hurt to be friendly and ask.
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Post by Ryot King on Mar 28, 2008 21:07:40 GMT -5
Ryot looked away and at the tan floor. Lines curved away from him, others just streamed away in a straight line. The reds and blacks and blues bled together in his minds eye. In all truth, he couldn't see the red. It came across as gray to him. He bounced the ball once, twice. Her voice mingled with the slapping sound the ball made as it thwacked the ground. Ryot. Sure. He felt bad about being so abrubt but he wasn't good with people. He'd rather come across as a jerk than get pulled into a friendship.
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Post by jackie .mae. ellison on Mar 28, 2008 22:27:58 GMT -5
Okay, if he was going to speak it simply one word answers, she could too- two could play at this game. She easily dribbled the ball out to the court, turning to face him for a moment before she pulled her hair up into a messy bun to get it out of her face, Let me just warn you, i'm not very good. Maybe compare to this guy she was good. Who knew what type of expieriance he had, but being a guy and that he'd already been here at the court, she was she that he was pretty good. She just hoped that her being a girl- he wouldn't go to easy on her. She had three older brothers, who were always bullying her around, so she was a tought girl and she knew how to fend for herself.
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Post by Ryot King on Mar 28, 2008 23:09:10 GMT -5
Ryot pushed away from the wall and muttered a sorry before standing behind the three-point line. He lifted the ball and tossed it towards the basket, satisfied at the swish it made as it descended through the net. He grabbed the rebound and returned to the line, passing the ball to her on the way. He stood silently, waiting, icy eyes on Jackie. His body was tensed, the muscles in his arms noticable. He smiled tentatively, trying to warm up to her a bit. But he was still surrounded by a pillar of ice.
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Post by Jake Ellison on Mar 29, 2008 20:08:01 GMT -5
[ooc: sorry it's on the wrong account =/ to lazy to switch.] Jackie caught the ball easily when Ryot passed it to her after catching his rebound, she set her arms up with the ball in hand jumped slightly, she felt like such a dork, but the ball easily sailed to the basket gently hitting the backboard, before falling through the net, she jogged up and got the ball tossing it back to Ryot as he waited at the three point line. It felt very awkward in the room, as two almost complete strangers, were just chilling out and playing basketball, to try to ease the tension in the room, Jackie simply asked- So- what grade are you in? She turned to look at the net, while she awaited for Ryot to shoot again.
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Post by Ryot King on Mar 29, 2008 20:31:19 GMT -5
Ryot gave a small smile in a 'good job' sort of way as her shot hit the backboard and dropped in. He easily caught the ball. He dribbled a few times before lifting the ball and shooting, the ball swishing through. He ran a hand through his short hair. Junior... you? He sighed. He felt bad for the uncomfortableness. He pulled a small pad from his pocket, with a pencil, and quickly wrote, I don't do well around other people. It's hard for me to talk to other people. It's nothing personal against you.
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Post by jackie .mae. ellison on Apr 2, 2008 21:32:22 GMT -5
Jackie returned the small smile that he'd given her, and sent one back in his direction. He was really good at basketball from what she could tell so far- at just the few hoops that they'd shot. When he gave her the simple words telling her that he was a junior, she gave another small smile in his direction and simply added, I'm a sophomore. She then noticed that he pulled out a pencil and a small pad of paper, she cocked an eyebrow curious at what he was doing she walked closer to him, keeping her distance- she didn't want to make him uncomfortable or anything. She watched as he wrote then held the pad in her direction, she quickly scanned her eyes over what he'd written on the sheet. She gave him a small half smile, and motioned for him to come over to her, she sat down on the hardwood floor of the gymnasium- surely looking ridiculous, but she didn't care. She flipped the piece over and wrote on the back, 'Don't worry about it, it's okay. If you wanna talk about it... wait wrong word chose wanna write about it?' She wrote looking up at him with another small smile- then writing- 'i'm here to listen if you need somebody :] ' She then passed the pencil and piece of paper back in his direction, and awaited his response.
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