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Post by koganei on Aug 4, 2011 9:33:21 GMT -5
T'was just about high noon on the local basketball court when Koganei arrived. It appeared empty, which was just what he was hoping for. He wasn't too social, so the solitude was much more comfortable for him. He took a quick look around the colorful graffiti ridden area just to be sure before he proceeded onto the worn out court. He dropped the beat up basketball to the ground and dribbled it back and forth as it bounces back to his hand. He dribbled for a few seconds before catching the basketball and launching himself a few inches off the ground. He threw the basketball with relatively good accuracy, though it only hit the rim of the hoop and bounced off. He cursed under his breath and retrieved the ball for a second try. There was hardly anything to the blasted game and yet he had so much trouble with it. He dribbled the ball from his hand to the cement while Koganei walked about ten feet away from one of the hoops before attempting his second throw.
He jumped again, launching himself and the ball into the air. The orange sphere fell through the air lazily before landing on the back of the hoop and falling through the net. It'd only been a week since Koganei had tried this sport, something he wasn't particularly familiar of, though he liked it. It was especially rewarding to hear the sound of the ball rubbing up against the net as it fell through. He ran over and retrieved his ball again for the next throw.
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Post by theron on Aug 6, 2011 18:57:52 GMT -5
"You've got some skill."
The voice came from behind Koganei as he went to recover the ball, a young but somewhat rough sounding baritone with hints of a foreign accent peppered in. There was no real emphasis in the voice; neither encouraging or sarcastic but carefully neutral. If the basketball player were to turn he'd find -- where moments ago had been merely an empty space -- a young man with light brown hair and a rather medieval-looking outfit watching him. There was a quietude about this newcomer, as if he was contemplating something. After a moment he walked over to the graffiti-ridden wall; his cape he removed and placed, folded, on the ground and the sword sheathed to his belt he leaned up against the wall at a cautious angle. He then stretched out arms and legs, the joints popping and cracking occasionally as he limbered up.
"It must be boring to play alone. I'm not familiar with the game but... perhaps you could teach me?"
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