Re-Creating a Talent? (Welshy)

Cole had no clue why he had decided to go out to play basketball. Firstly; he was British and the British don't like playing basketball. Well, they do but it's not a very popular sport back at home for him. Two; he didn't even like basketball.

The reason was unclear to him but Cole was here now anyway. Dressed in a bright red Wales football kit, Cole was glad that it was calm with only a small breeze or else his hair would've gone everywhere. Instead, his long dark hair just ruffled slightly in the wind, which he was happy about.

Cole stopped when he saw a girl alread6 in the court but continued forward anyway, not letting her appearence falter him. Whoa, she was hot. Cole watched her dribble the ball forward again and ran slughtly closer to her, his hands outstretched as if he wanted the ball from her. "Mind if I join you?" He asked her, his Welsh accent was thick.

Cole caught the ball easily, shrugging at the girls question. "Not really. How hard can it be right?" He asked her, not really waiting for an answer. He had played before, but never properly. When he meant playing properly, he meant against Americans.

Aiming for the hoop, Cole just took a shot, not being bothered with all the running around and crap. The ball bounced off the ring hoplessly, making Cole roll his eyes, running over to retrieve to ball whilst it bounced in the opposite direction.

Picking it up, he dribbled it for a second before throwing it quickly back at the girl, folding his arms over his chest as he watched her. "Show me how it's done."

Cole chuckled briefly, shaking his head before taking the ball in his hands again. He was tall enough to play, he supposed, seeing as you had to be, like...a giant to play basketball. He was about 6"5, which was disgustingly tall for someone his age in his opinion but he couldn't prevent his growth.

"I'm not really a basketball kind of guy." He told the girl, feeling the need to explain as he didn't want to start patronising him. That wouldn't be very...nice. "I'm more of a football kind of person. Well, soccer for you but we call it football..." He trailed off, having a feeling that he was talking too much and making a fool of himself.

Cole bounced the ball on the ground. He knew how to play...he just didn't play. He took another shot, this time adding a small jump and he flicked his hands forward to carry the ball. It sort of circled the ring for as moment before falling inside. Cole couldn't stop a smug grin from forming on his lips.

Taking thr ball back, the son of Poseidon didn't question why he had another shot, just accepting it anyway. He rolled the ball over in his hands for a second before grinning, having an idea. Whilst dribbling the ball, he ran forward and jumped; one hand grabbing the metal of the basket as he tried to do what he thought was a slam-dunk, yet he wasn't too sure. He was tall enough to grab the basket with the tips of his fingers but the ball slipped from his grasp before he could get it in, bouncing back in the girl's direction.

"I got too cocky." Cole told the girl sheepishly, running a hand through his long dark hair in an attempt to keep it off his face. Stepping forward, he stood next to the girl, looking up at the basket as he waited for her to take her shot. "I'm Cole, by the way." He told her, watching her in the corners of his eyes as he mouth twitched up into a amused smile.

Cole watched the ball bounce before shuffling on his feet to face Opal, drumming his fingers against his leg without thinking, his eyes fixed on her.

Using his other hand, he waved his finger in the air as if he was trying Britain on a map, trying to help himself explain. He loved explaining about Britain to people that weren't exactly sure about it. "You know the UK is split into four parts; England, Scotland, Northen Ireland and Wales. Well, you know the country to the left of England? Yeah, that's Wales; where I'm from." He shrugged, still smiling.

Well, his smile fell when a thought came to him mind. Folding his arms across his chest, he raised his eyebrows at Opal. "You're not a daughter of Zeus, are you?" He asked her suspiciously, disgusted by the thought.

Raising his eyebrows when he watched Opal's eyes change colour, he grinned. "That was ho-awesome." He laughed, trying to cover up what he had almost said and not sure whether it had worked.

He watched Opal run her hands through her long hair nervously, biting his lip for a moment before looking away from her, to the ground briefly before back up at her, smirking.

"So, Miss I-can-make-rainbows-'cus-I'm-a-baddass; make a rainbow." He laughed, his face gleaming with happiness and amusment.

Cole reached out to flick Opal's ear impulsively when she held it closer to him before pulling his hand away to run it through his dark hair as if nothing had ever happened.

He silently watched as Opal created the vortex of different colours, his jaw dropping for a moment as she showed him her power. When she was finished, he reached out to put her hand on her shoulder in a friendly way.

"Jeez, that was awesome. I wouod offer to show you what I can do but..." He looked around with a shrug, not bothered that he didn't have to be the centre of attention. He didn't really like being in the spot-light much. "....it's too dry. No water for me to use"

Cole laughed after Opal spoke, nodding and folding his arms across his chest in a way of saying; yeah, my powers would win. "I'll save you the humiliation."

Looking around out of brief boredom, Cole crossed over to yhe abandoned ball that was lying on the ground. Picking it up, he bouced it once and caught itbefore throwing it at Opal gently, getting between her amd the hoop.

"Try and pass me." He laughed, knowing that she would probably be able to do it, but he wanted to have some fun. Plus, he was pretty tall so she would have to try and get around him rather than throw it over.

About to try and get in the way of the ball, Opal fell right in front of Cole, and he figured that helping her was more important. Whoa. Repeating that sentance in his head and he felt like a jerk, even though he wasn't.

"Oh crap." He breathed, running to the girls side and leaning over her, taking a quick look at her ankle. In the corner of his eye, he saw her smile and frowned, wondering what had taken her attention. He laughed as he watched to ball go in, shaking his head before tucking his hair behind one of his ears, watching Opal with amazment and disbelief.

"You're something else, you know that?" he asked with an even bigger smile then before, clearing his throat and becoming serious again. "Do you need me to carry you to the infirmary, or something?"

Cole grabbed Opal by her waist when she faltered, craning his neck so his eyes were level with hers.

"Oh crap." He said with a laugh, his face covered in concern for his new friend. He needed to make sure she was okay. Whoa, that was weird. Cole was actually being...nice to somebody. Huh...that was rare.

"Damn. Can you walk on it?" He asked her, not taking his hands off her or moving away. He frowned, wonndering whether he would have to actually carry her. That would be...awkward but managable.

Biting his lip, Cole thought for a moment before muttering profanities under his breath in Welsh. Quickly and before Opal could protest, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the side of the court and against the fence, setting her lightly on the concrete before sitting down next to her.

Cole looked over at Opal and considered what she had said about the infirmiary. Huh, she sounded like one of his friends; who as absolutly terrified of Doctors yet didn't admit it.

"Do you want anything?" He asked her slowly, with a half-smile.