fandomhighdorms | In the Gym: One-on-None

Anders has been in the gym for three hours now. He's staked out a corner of the basketball court and rigged an odd-looking oblong frame about eight feet tall, with a bucket suspended about five and a half feet up. The makeshift goal stands between him and the rest of the gym, forming a triangle: one third of a Pyramid court. It's quiet except for the squeaking of his shoes, an occasional grunt, and the muted thud of a Pyramid ball ricocheting off the walls and floor. Every now and then a metallic clang echoes across the gym when the ball lands in the bucket. Normally it would be a more frequent sound, but it's tough when the goal is a jury-rigged mess of broomsticks and jumpropes instead of the standard solid panel.

He does a spin-move around an imaginary opponent, throws the ball hard into the corner, then cuts sharply to make a dash for the goal. The ball ricochets off the wall and into his hand, and then it's just a stutter-step to the left and a flick of the wrist.

Clang. Ball into bucket, and that's goal. He retrieves the ball, wipes his forehead, and starts all over again.

There's not much challenge in this kind of practice; it's more like self-gratification, really. Playing with fancy moves that might or might not work in a game situation. Nobody to trip you up or nudge you just enough to send your shot offline. The impossibility of reading the moves of an opponent who just isn't there. But it's familiar, and it's comforting; he knows these sounds and these moves so well, which is more than he can say for so many things about this school. If he can just get into the rhythm a little bit more, crank up the energy a notch, ratchet up the difficulty level one more time, maybe he can shut off his brain and imagine he's back home.

Well, except for this frakking substandard excuse for a court.

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*jogs over*

Hey. You feeling better now?

::smiles, and then chews on her lower lip::

Yeah... I'm sorry about earlier... It was just... It was a lot. And it all happened so fast... I was scared, and I'm sorry for just shutting you out.

::smiles::

Forgive me?

Forgive you? Well, yeah. I mean, I don't even know what happened. And if you don't want to tell me, that's okay too. It was just kind of confusing, you know? I go to say hi and you run away and hide.

*rubs at the back of his neck*

If I did anything, I didn't mean to. So . . . sorry.

No, no, no... It was just something that... ::realizes Anders totally didn't notice Cally hadn't been fully dressed when he ran into her this morning::

Just something that I'd rather forget, that's all. And my wrist wishes didn't happen.

::raises her left arm, and shows a bruised ring around her wrist::

*looks at the bruise and winces* Ow!!! That looks bad. How did you get that? Or . . . wait, that's something you don't have to tell me either.

Is everything okay now?

It's okay, it doesn't hurt that bad... I'm sure it feels better than Cameron's nose!

::glances over at Lee, scowling for a second::

::whispers:: Sorry about that...

::back in normal voice::

I'm okay now, yeah. Talked things over, got settled down. Got my key back... only permanent damage is one broken pair of handcuffs. ::soft chuckle::

*eyebrow shoots up*

Handcuffs? If you want 'em fixed, there's this guy Bridge on our floor, you know, with the robot dog? Fixing them would probably be easy for him. If he remembers what day it is. Nice guy, but real flaky.

You know, I thought you were mad at -- wait, what is this about Cameron's nose?

::eyes over at Lee::

Lee punched him in the nose... atleast, that's what Cameron said. And with all the stuff about Cameron and Kara, I gotta say I believe it.

*runs a hand through his hair* Cameron and Kara? I don't even know what's going on there, but . . . frak, is that what Lee punched him for?

*embarrassed laugh* I'm so out of touch.

::smiles, and then notices Sharon::

Heh, it's alright. It's probably best to stay out of things, really.

Looks like your spot on the court might've just been taken, champ... ::nods over at Sharon::

Can't really play Pyramid with an odd number, can you?

Only if two of the three people are really outclassed. *grins* That's okay, let 'em play for a bit. If I ever want to put a team together I might as well start tryouts early.

So this morning doesn't mean you don't want to go to this Homecoming thing with me, right?

Oh gosh, no... ::realizes that's not the right answer::

I mean, Yes, I'm still wanting to go to Homecoming with you. It was nothing, honest. Just something stupid that's probably best forgotten, okay?

Yeah, okay. *smiles* It's forgotten.

Oh, hey, this should be fun . . . *watches Sharon kick Lee's ass*

::looks over, laughs::

Looks like we've gathere a few from the old colonies, huh...

::sad, homesick smile::

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Lee hear her yelling and scoffs quietly. Like he care if Cameron's nose hurts or not.

Having finally finished her homework for the evening, Sharon went looking for Anders and found his note. Now she's wandered into the gym and is eyeing the three, but since Lee seems to be on his own, she wanders over.

"Hey, Lee." She tilts her head. "Want to play pyramid?"