B-Ball (OPEN)

[taka]

Takashi was never a man for sports. If he was asked to chill with his friends every now and again, he would hang and do whatever they wanted. Given his frame you would think that he would at least do well with agile sports such as basketball and track. Unfortunately, he never put any ambition behind his actions and his interest in the stuff didn’t fly very high. As he headed toward the park, a thought struck his mind. Maybe trying out another sport might help him to clear his mind and bring his physical stature back up. Weights and gyms were one thing, Takashi didn’t think there were gyms here anyways, but good old repetition through a personal schedule of training never seemed to have negative effects for him.

As the boy stepped into the park, the realization dawned on him. Wouldn’t he look weird going up to random people and deciding to ask them to play a sport? That was akin to what a stranger might do when asking a kid for a piece of candy. Eyes moved to and fro in the park as a bench was sat down upon by the brown haired Meister. Fingers gently slipped through dark strands, and eyes came to a close behind his glasses. Great, did he really make that trek out here all for nothing? Well he couldn’t say it was all for naught. After all, he had a goal in mind and he was going to stick to that. Thoughts flooded his mind about his life and he tried to calm them down, preferring to keep everything out of his head that was going to interrupt his goals. He hated being distracted; hated people with ADHD even more so.

Getting up from the bench, Takashi moved himself to the area of the park that held the basketball court. He had numerous friends that played the game, many who broke the stereotype that only black people played. Takashi somewhat despised that stereotype, understanding it but hating the racial context. Stepping onto the empty court, his eyes came to stop a basketball just lying there. The orange ball seemed a bit damaged but when he picked it up and bounced it it moved up into the air. It nearly hit him in the face for that matter. Bending down and lifting the object up, Takashi jabbed his glasses onto his face and started to dribble. It was an easy art when picked up and not something too hard to take care of. Running as fast as he could, he lifted himself up off the ground and slammed the ball into a dunk where his body wasn’t facing the hoop. Watching the ball roll across the ground, the thought that this might actually be fun crossed his mind.

[muramasa]

"...So this is my new home."

Rin observed the environment curiously as she stepped onto the cobble-stoned pavements of Death City. The environment was a little hot as she noticed. Perhaps it's because of her attire being long sleeved and formal appearing, it would be logical to think why it feels warm around here. Then again, this place is situated in the middle of a desert after all. But that doesn't seem to be another factor, the city seems to be remarkably cooler in comparison.

Meisters... Demon Weapons... Kishins...

None of this really mattered to her. She didn't care. Everything seemed like a dream. Like as if her past was nothing but a cruel and horrible nightmare. But remembering this single individual who was still part of her life... Continued to chain her down back to the past. The Weapon grimaced, darkening her facial features with all of this in mind.

The funeral felt unreal to her as memory continued to assail her psyche. That black box which held that beast within would still continue to assail her not physically, but mentally. Her mother couldn't attend as her emotional and mental functions were shot by the previous event. Being the one who finally vanquished him and attending the burial, Rin could only experience nausea and uncertainty at the time.

The blood... Oh that wet and dripping blood...

Every morning since that day she kept seeing temporary visions of her right arm stained with the red iron-smelling fluid. Constant nausea would arise from this. Wouldn't this be a symptom of madness? She didn't say or let anyone know. There was no need for incompetent psychologists to attempt to pry into her head with their ridiculous and useless questioning. Especially letting the DWMA staff know about this and mark her as another target to be vanquished.

Though the nausea isn't caused by the fact she killed someone. It was the fact that her father is dead. Strange that it would be the reason for her mental condition. Perhaps, Rin is also broken from her ordeals. Broken in that she'd be sick from such a reason...

But DWMA became a chance to finally start over. To finally fix her broken pieces and put them back together. However, it wouldn't completely erase her past... Perhaps it won't, that's what still causes her to suffer everyday, hidden behind her smiles.

Taking a deep breath, the female continued to walk down the streets until noticing a basketball court. There seems to be someone in there dribbling a ball. A wave of curiosity swept through her as she entered the area and sat down on a nearby bench.

"Slam dunk," she commented with a quirky grin on her part, loud enough that should get the male's attention, "So, how's your day?"

[taka]

As his chest heaved only slightly from the amount of effort put forth, the bespectacled male would allow his eyes to float over and drop upon the girl that had made her way onto the basketball court. Looking her up and down, one would instantly assume that she was a tomboy. That she was the kind of person who rolled with the tougher crowds, and didn’t mind getting into a few scraps. Takashi himself had come across girls like her, the ones that wanted to prove they were tougher than you might assume. They were… amusing, to say the least. Amusing enough to get a rise out of even Takashi, anyways… Continuing to watch the ball roll across the ground, the boy would tap his glasses further over his eyes and listen to the girl’s comment. Anyone who knew basketball in its basic form would be able to recognize the maneuver that he had performed, but the quirkiness in her tone showed that she probably found it amusing. Takashi wasn’t exactly the best kind of person to talk to girls. Even though he was an intelligent, bland person, he was also still a teenage boy. Hands found their way down at his sides once he had finished messing with the sight assisting object, and he briskly spoke in a response to the female. “It’s been relaxed, for the most part. What about yours?” He tried to keep his own question as open ended as possible, pure curiosity striking him at just what kind of person this girl was. Would she prove to be the tomboy that Takashi assumed, or would she end up completely diverging from his expectations and shock him? Only time, and the following conversation, would tell.

[muramasa]

Rin observed the teen's features. The one thing that stood out most were the glasses. The thin figure with the said spectacles gave the boy a more modern and scholarly appearance. But at the same time, a tad athletic somehow. On an overall, he seemed to be a very cool person. Cool as in relaxed and calm in general...

"Not bad," she lied easily through her teeth as usual.

The constant dangers of her past conditioned her for such ease in misinformation. She learned how to hide conflicting emotion efficiently. Masking it with what it should be so that no one knows what is going on inside her. But... At a price of her own sense of self. What is she...?

A vessel of contradictions one would say. Or simply a paradox. Both outside and inside conflicted against each other. But, the outside was the one usually known by all... While the inside inevitably was buried deep inside the darkness. To probably not be resurfaced ever again... Who knows? Will it be a day by now? A week? A month? A year...?

Or never...?

No one would know, especially Rin of all people. How could she? The weapon lost all sense of herself and simply created an empty mold? A pretty vase with only darkness in its interior... It's already a given that she of all people wouldn't know.

"I just about arrived at Death City and all... Yesterday," the girl shrugged her shoulders and continued to grin, "So I'm a registered student and what not..."

She sighed and then noted, "It's a bit hotter than I expected... So, you been here for a while? Or are you a newcomer as well like me?"