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Siobhan noticed the boil took the ball she threw and watched anxiously to see if he could do better. He did not. Wait, wasn't she supposed to steal the ball? Oops! No matter! It was not necessary yet. She was just so eager to see him shoot!

The banshee smiled childishly as Fell pwned the net, clapping in glee. "How wonderful! I wish to attempt this once again!"

The banshee grabbed the ball and shuffle/ran to the net with it, only to trip over her hair again and fumble the ball.

"Oh how utterly clumsy of me! I AM SO SORRY TO BE WASTING YOUR AIIIIIR please take your turn, perhaps I should observe a better player... how unworthy UNWORTHY." The banshee finally got to her feet again after having laid center court on her face, brushing herself off and mumbling some sort of pep talk to herself.

Fell caught the ball as it rolled across the floor. Amused by the look in the night fury's eyes.

Oh hoh~ So he was the competitive type! That was good to know!

"Don't worry about it!" Fell called to the banshee ghoul. "Accidents happen. Besides! It's fun when more people play. Though I guess we'll just take turns? Rather than steal?" She asked. It seemed to be what they were doing anyways.

"You gonna' come play too?" She called to the lone boil sitting up on the bleachers; turning her attention back to the game just after and tossed the ball towards the net once more.

Success!

Fell's score: 2

Don't worry! Got it! WORRYING WAS NO LONGER TOLERATED! Oh Jack STOP WORRYING! "I SHALL TRYYYY--- I swear." The banshee was on her feet and regarding another perfect shot by the ghoul reaper, gaping in awe. She was in the presence of perfection! Her lowly existence should never be allowed to tarnish this pure and talented ghoul!!!

Siobhan regarded the firey ghoul who had entered, nodding vigorously. "Yes! I mean OH WAIT IS IT EVEN UP TO ME I believe it is okay THOUGH I AM NOT IN CHARGE though no one is OR MAYBE I AM WRONG OH JACK PLEASE TAKE A SHOT AT NET." The banshee might have been upset, or she might just speak in such a way no matter her mood. Regardless, she seemed fine despite her odd tone.

Outside the gym there were sounds of screaming, scuffling, and cawing. Cawing? A few rushed moments later one of the doors opened and a figure shot in. As soon as he was inside he pushed the door back to close it and rested against it. There was now a soft pecking noise at the door. The scarecrow sighed. Eracs barely made it inside this time. He was lucky compared to past times, he seemed to have all his pieces! Now, where was he? There was an open house he had heard (what a house was he wasn't sure though he was glad that open didn't mean to the outside). Lucky enough again he had made it out of the shed he lived in.

Yes, wait. Where was he again? The scarecrow looked around. It looked barren but there were things against the wall. And. OH. Students. Or others at least. He smiled happily and waved. "Hello!" He look a step away from the door, stopped, turned around and looked at it. Good, the crows weren't getting inside.

What was going on? Oh, others! "Hi! What's going on here? I'm Eracs. Who are you all?" So many questions and lucky for him he didn't need to breath between each one. "Are you students? Where are you from? What is going on here?" Did he ask that already?

xxxxxDanny laughed as the boil missed his shot yet again. "Hahaha, you kinda suck at casketball, don't you?" She didn't mean anything by it, but a mischievous grin still occupied her face. She dashed to pick up the now lonely casketball, and placed herself at the free throw line. Easy peasy. She had been playing casketball since like ... forever?

xxxxxDanny took a moment to breath in and out. Focusing her often scattered concentration, she gripped the ball with an athletic intensity. She dribbled a few times, the sound echoing off the shiny, newly waxed floor. Then, she stretched up, in a beautiful arc, her arms perfectly angled, her legs long and outstretched. The ball sailed through the air majestically, poetically really, and then as it reached the hoop...

xxxxxIt missed. The ball twanged off the hoop and thudded to the ground pathetically. "Ahhh ... uhhh..." she tried to come up with an accurate excuse for why the ball missed, but none was to be found. How freakin' embarassing.

As a flame-tailed demon girl came on in and asked to play. When she addressed him, he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He really didn't have any intention to play and was content with sitting on the sidelines here. Hopefully she wouldn't press it, but seeing how she soon jumped into the game, it seemed like he would be fine.

Shun just tried not to listen to the banshee too much. The fluctuations in her voice were a little.. much.

With the few people around, it didn't take a whole lot for Shun to notice another person coming on in. Glancing up, he saw Mitsu edging on inside. Was she hoping to get in on the game? Remaining in his seat, he watched her for the moment, curious what she would do.

Jin had no intention of getting sweaty let alone have to actually touch others in some sort of game such as casketball. Not to mention he was reassured that his hair would do nothing more than get in the way despite another monster like girl had more hair than his own was attempting to play. He gave a nod to the rather eloquent dressed boil before promptly taking his seat next to the only other boil who seemed to have little interest in playing.

Folding his arms across his chest he sat rather stiffly as if not having a back to the bleaches were a bit of an inconvenience until he noted that he was sitting on his hair. With a miffed looked he quickly stood up and pulled his hair around his shoulders as if it was long scarf. Sitting back down he smoothed out his black coat wrinkles unsure of really what to do or say to the boil who sat near him on the bleaches.