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[In the Gym, Tuesday Late Afternoon/Early Evening]

Anders wheels the last of the Pyramid court panels into place on the gym floor, surveying his handiwork with a pleased expression. They're solid but easily movable, and exactly regulation size. Getting them down here from the Shop classroom was easier than he'd expected, too, thanks to Kara and Lee showing up to help.

The only thing marring his elation is the fact that he has to use masking tape to lay out the court lines. Still, he takes a ridiculous amount of geeky joy in measuring them as precisely as he can, marking out the boundaries and neutral zones. He even adds a little "FH" in the neutral zone at center court, for fun.

Standing in the middle of the court to do his stretches, he sets the ball down and waits for Kara to show up.

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Kara comes jogging down into the gym and she gives the finished pyramid court a look over. "Not too bad, Samuel."

"Be happier once we get a real court," he replies, though he can't keep a proud grin off his face. "But it's a damn sight better than a piece of paper on the wall, huh?"

He finishes his stretches and claps his hands together, rubbing them vigorously. "So. Wanna get to it?"

Kara does some quick stretches and pulls on her arm guard. "Alright, let's test this out. Hope it doesn't fall down!"

"Hey!" Anders objects, grinning. "I did a damn good job building this thing, even if I do say so myself."

He picks up the ball, tosses it in the air, then slaps it down into the center of the court, crouched down into faceoff position. "Any time you're ready, Thrace."

Kara kneels across from Anders and murmurs, "I'm always ready."

Anders smirks at her. "We'll just see about that," he growls in a low voice, and taps the ball against the floor again before lifting his hand off of it and waiting for the inevitable scramble for control.

Kara reaches down and collides with Anders as they wrestle for control of the ball. Kara manages to grab it, but she can't move anywhere as Anders surrounds her. Backing up into his body, she tries a spin move, which ultimately fails, as he anticipates her.

Anders laughs as Kara spins into him and uses her momentum to try and execute his own spin move around her so he can reach in and make a grab for the ball. It doesn't work much better -- she can read his moves just as easily as he can read hers.

Instead of going around him, Kara starts pushing back against him. He pushes foward against her, and she pushes back harder. She can't go through him, but hopefully she can get him off balance enough to sneak around him. She edges back a little more, and quickly steps around his right side.

Anders has spent too long working on his balance skills to be thrown off that easily, but he's got to admit, Kara's good. He turns to meet her sidestep, bracing his forearm against her chest.

"Not gonna get away from me that easily, Thrace."

Kara runs her free hand down his arm and grabs his wrist, pulling it off her chest. Kara takes another step, then turns in his arms and shoots for the basket.

"Guess I didn't have to get away after all," she says, giving him a wink.

"Nice to know you don't lose your cool with me all over you," he retorts, smirking, as he goes to retrieve the ball. "You do good under pressure."

Setting the ball down in the center of the court again, he crouches down and prepares for the second faceoff. "Don't go easy on me. I'm a big boy, I can take it."

Kara crouches down across from Anders. "C'mon then, big boy, let's go." And they begin.

They're not playing around any more; this is serious. Hands darting in and out, sweat-slick fingers trying to get a grip on the ball, they fight for control, and this time Anders comes out on top by the slimmest of margins.

He feints away from Kara, then steps directly into her, lowering his shoulder and twisting away to throw the ball, hard, against the nearest rebounding wall.

Kara steps with him and jumps up, trying intercept the rebound, but Anders snaps it out of the air. She lands half on Anders' shoulder, but he shrugs her off quickly and breaks for the basket.

Anders bursts out in a loud yell as he charges the basket and lets the ball fly. With a satisfied smirk, he listens to the clang as it hits its target.

"Can't stop me when I really want to go for something, Thrace," he gasps, deliberately making contact as he spins to face her. "Never had anybody match me as well as you do, though."

Kara catches her breath as she wipes the sweat off her brow. She peers up at him, inches seperating them. "Yeah, you're bad, Samuel. Not bad.." she says, her voice husky from the exertion.

She smacks him in the stomach. "C'mon, let's go again."

"Again?" He raises his eyebrows and pushes her lightly in the shoulder. "You make it sound like such a hardship. I'm good for way more than just one more round, you know."

Brushing by her again on his way back to center court, he adds, "And really, you have no idea how long I can keep this up."

Kara sets up across from him and looks him in the eyes. "Let's find out."

"All right then."

Anders sets the ball down at center court for the third of what ends up being several dozen times that night, and they go at it again.

Neither of them will admit to being tired, and neither will back down until it's painfully obvious that they'll only wear themselves to complete exhaustion in a perfectly even matchup. It's with reluctance that they finally call it quits for the night.

"Great job, Thrace." Anders is bent nearly double with his hands on his knees, trying hard to catch his breath. "You're damn frakkin' good."

Kara falls to the floor, leaning over her knees and breathing heavily. She looks up at Anders and gives him a grin. "Yeah, I know." She takes a couple breaths, and adds, "It's nice to be challenged for a change."

"Yeah, it is." Anders grins and reaches out a hand to help her back up. "You and me are gonna rock these tryouts, Thrace."

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