Skye
THE YODELMEISTER
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Join date : 2011-06-25
Age : 28
Location : The Stratosphere
 |  Subject: Haha. I can't even play basketball. {ZAN THE ADOPTIVE SISTER}  Sat Dec 24, 2011 10:19 pm | |
|  Henry JonesHenry sat on a bench next to the court. He donned a work out shirt and a dirty ol' grey tank top. Henry tossed the basketball between his hands. He didn't know how to play basketball, destroying the stereotype that all American boys knew how to play, or at least the concept. He hadn't gotten out often. He hardly left camp at all, and he had been there his whole life.
At the moment, he was glad no one had shown up to the usually busy court. He liked being alone. The sun was high in the sky, its rays beating down on him. It had to be noon. The weather of course, was nice. It was always nice. There was a slight wind from the Sound, keeping the temperature balanced.
Henry wasn't sure what to do. He stood up, and tried to dribble the basketball, but watched as it rolled out of his reach. Today, he most definitely was not lucky. Scowling at the ball, he walked over a few feet to pick it up. Okay, so dribbling wasn't going to work. He tried to shoot, but missed the basket by a few feet. His arm strength wasn't coming in handy.
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Zan
Mega Asshole Duo
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Join date : 2010-05-04
Age : 27
Location : butthole PA
| | Subject: Re: Haha. I can't even play basketball. {ZAN THE ADOPTIVE SISTER} Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:35 pm | |
|  r o x a n n e ● m a r i e ● m i c h a e l s
daughter of Zeus; god of sky, thunder, and stormsStepping out from the Arena a few hundred feet away, Roxanne Michaels, daughter of Zeus, cursed very loudly in English. People were irritating her again, so she figured she might just go and find some poor camper to harass. Of course, Zan was only joking. She only harassed people she knew...and loved.
Zan slung her bag over her shoulder and unzipped it. Inside was a water bottle, some socks, a banana, a Gatorade, some flip flops, a pair of goggles, and her iPod and headphones. Zan took out the iPod and headphones and turned on a random, angry, rap song. She placed the headphones snuggly against her ears.
She began jogging towards the basketball courts at a steady pace and quickly increasing as she got closer. Her Nike bag bumped against her hip as she sprinted to the courts. Roxanne stopped sprinting a few hundred feet from the courts. Sweat dripped off of her forehead and she wiped it off with her wrist, which was wet, too.
Zan took off her bag and tossed it down on the concrete and watched as a boy failed to dribble a ball. She snorted, hoping to attract his attention. "Damn, you really suck." She stated bluntly, jogging over and picking up the orange ball.
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