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Hel had recently picked up casketball, and she really did enjoy it. There was something pleasant about shooting hoops and running after the ball when it got away, funny enough. She liked playing it with others, but it was an activity she could just as easily do on her own as well. The reaper raised the ball, and made a shot for the basket, grinning until it became apparent that she missed the hoop.

“s**t.” She hissed, watching as the ball sailed over the fence again. Damn. Now she’d have to really go get it.

The reaper groaned as she jogged out of the casketball court, and over to where the casketball had settled. Geeze. It was such a hassle to have to keep…

Wait. Hel slowed to a stop as she came up on her ball, which had another on-looker, and squinted down at the…scareling? Hrm. “Oi.” She called out to the scareling. “Are you lost or something, kid? Did you get separated from your elementary school group?” A lot of kiddies were ending up lost around Amity…it was rather concerning. Hel wasn’t too keen on baby sitting.

A brow raised at that look the kid shot her, and then Hel snorted, loudly, as he proclaimed that he was an adult. Sadly, she barked out a highly amused laugh as the imp kicked her casketball…and it only rolled a teeny bit. “Short is correct! You are so short, you could do back flips under your bed!” This just amused her even further, and the ghoul laughed even more.

“Hey…hey wait…” She leaned, resting her hands on her hips, hovering over TG as she squinted at him. “…You were in the yearbook, ya?” He did have a rather distinct appearance. “Most likely to…get punted, correct?”

Eventually her laughing died down, and the reaper leaned, picking up her casket ball and rest it on her hip with her arm slung over it.

“Well…bite their ankles or calves or something then?” Hel offered, amused. “You are close, it is reachable, and you appear to have the tools for it.” She grinned, and of course she meant his teeth. But hey, since this guy was in the yearbook…that did mean he was an Amityville student. Kind of odd in Hel’s opinion, but hey. Whatever.

“The name is Hel.” She jabbed a thumb at herself. “Third year. You, friend?”

“Okay, okay!” Hel laughed again, and gave a nod at his introduction. TG. That was easy enough!

When he brought the attention to the ball, she looked down at it as well, and then shifted it to both of her hands. “Oh! It is my casket ball! I am just…ah…as they say ‘shooting hoops’ right now.” She jerked her head in the direction of the courts behind her. “I find it fun. Have you…ah…ever played before…?” She was a bit hesitant asking that question…because TG was vertically challenged.

Once again Hel snorted and then held up a hand. "Woah. Hold your skeletal horses there, short stuff. No one makes demands of me. So let us try this again, or I will show you the inside of a locker." She cocked a hip and her eyes lidded as she looked down at him.

"Show you...what?"

Hel stared and stared and stared.

She then busted out laughing. "Not bad, not bad!" She replied still chuckling heavily with amusement. "I was looking for a 'please' but hey...I will take that too." She grinned down at the imp and then made a "come hither" motion. "Okay short stuff I will show you. If anything maybe you can build some arm strength from this." The reaper turned and made her way back to the court.

Hel snorted, loudly. “….Pffffthahaha! Oh, you are quite the jokester! Sorry, Little One, but I am pretty sure my big toe is thicker than your arms…Jack, you are not even the width of my thigh, ha!” She snickered a bit more, and once back on the court, she took her spot at the line, and dribbled the ball. “So it is simple, really…” Hel started to explain. “We will just shoot hoops for now. I think it is a good start…so you just take the ball, and you just lift it up and throw like this—“ She primed her arms and then threw the ball at the hoop.

…And it sailed over. Again. “Damn it.” Hel hissed, and went running after it. At least it stayed in the court this time. Retrieving the ball, she came back, and then held it out to TG. “It really is not hard.”