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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 1:10 pm
It wasn't easy to play sports with a team of one. Gabby had yet to figure out where he could sign up for any sports teams, at Amityville, since his talk with Jericho. And he was getting a little desperate. He'd even taken Efflo out to try and teach him sports, but there were times when he just wanted to join a team and really get into the spirit of a game. Unfortunately, there weren't any options available off season, and he found himself throwing a bruteball as far as he could, alone in a field, simply because he had no other alternatives left. But, once the bruteball sailed across the field, the inevitable jog to retrieve it always followed. The peace and comfort of solitude was evading him for once. He vaguely remembered how much he enjoyed being alone, but things were changing. Drastically. Now, he shied away from solitude as much as possible. But not today. Today, he was determined to face his old love, head on, and remind himself just what it was he was so infatuated with. Yet each time he threw the ball, and no one was there to catch it, he became more and more disenchanted. Solitude held little peace for him now. He jogged over to the ball, sloshing his shiny black shoes into the mud and whining in dismay at the splatters that covered his black slacks. He'd even had the opportunity to buy new clothing once.. but he loathed shopping so badly, that he suffered in silence as he dirtied his pretty little jacket and pants.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:06 pm
The next time Gabby threw the ball, there was inexplicably someone there to catch it.
Across the field, a certain skinwalker stood in the forgiving shadow of the goal posts, the dark tones of his body lending themselves well to that brand of camouflage. Only his eyes were visible, glowing a deep gold which for humans was a terrifying sight, but otherwise made keeping hidden a little more difficult. Today, from behind the looming, twisted metal, those eyes focused with bemused interest on the overdressed dragon, following every minute movement with an uncharacteristic attention to detail, from the curve of Gabby's arm as he pulled back to throw, to the job as he went to retrieve it. Each time he threw it, those eyes followed the ball for a moment, arcing slowly before glancing back at the other student halfway before it hit the ground, narrowing a little in a calculating manner. It went on like this, back and forth, watching Gabby dirty his slacks until finally he watched the ball leave the dragon's hands and sail towards him.
Reaching up, Nukpana grabbed the ball with one hand as it spiraled just over his head, his fingers closing on the leather the way they had countless times before. "Nice throw," he offered in a gravelly tone, the praise somehow still sounding condescending. Stepping out further from the dark pool, the skinwalker sauntered slowly towards Gabby, bare feet squelching in the mud brought by the recent torrential downpour, kicking up dirty water up onto his jeans. When he'd gotten within twenty feet or so, Nuk stopped, taking another minute to take in the dragon, eyes sliding conspicuously over the other's body, his expression distinctly skeptical. "Too bad you look like someone I'd swirly," he continued rudely, albeit casually, clearly not all that concerned whether or not he offended him or not. Clapping his other hand hard around the bruteball, the sound of skin smacking leather echoing a bit across the field, he threw it back towards the ghostly dragon, one eyebrow quirked questioningly.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 10:10 pm
Gabby sucked in a sharp, but entirely unnecessary intake of breath when the ball did not hit the ground. A random boil stood there instead, looking about ready to steal his bruteball and run. Immediately Gabby started in a jog, in case the boil tried to get away, but Nuk's feet led him forward, so Gabby's run slowed to a halt. When they faced one another, the first expression that Gabby displayed was a very subtle hint of disgust. The boil wasn't even wearing any shoes.. all that mud was getting deep in his toes. Didn't he feel dirty? Gabby felt dirty just looking at it. He didn't know what a swirly was, but he appreciated the compliment. "It should be, I've been doing it long enough." When there was nothing else but throwing bruteballs and practicing sports alone, with enough time, anyone could get good at it. Gabby had no natural talent, just a lot of time on his hands, and a lot of patience. His hands reached up and he backed away a few steps, catching the ball effortlessly in his hands. Instantly, there was a look of content on his face - no smile, never a smile. Just peace. "Thanks." He called out, holding the ball out as if to indicate whether he should throw it again, or not. "You're pretty good, too. You do this a lot?" He waited to see if Nuk's throw was simply a one night stand of playing ball, before throwing it back.
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