Niou Masaharu (
mathisradical) wrote2011-07-21 03:39 am
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Match 3
Action: Outside 1249 Williams Road
[ Niou steps out the front door just to trip over a package lying there. He trips, letting out a couple of swear words, and looks around quickly to see if anyone saw him. ]
Who the fuck-
[ He stops his angry question when he actually looks down to see what he tripped over. It's a package, and the shape of it is very, very familiar. He bends down to pick it up, turning it over in his hands. Could this be...? Tearing off the paper, he discovers that yes, it is! It's his tennis racket.
Seconds later, he's heading down the sidewalk and towards the rec center. If he remembers correctly, they have tennis courts. ]
Action: Rec center tennis courts
[ The dull sounds of tennis balls thumping against a racket and the courts are accompanied by the occasional grunt. Niou is serving balls hard over the net. He's easily fallen into a familiar rhythm, and it might take a bit to catch his attention as he's in the zone. ]
[ Niou steps out the front door just to trip over a package lying there. He trips, letting out a couple of swear words, and looks around quickly to see if anyone saw him. ]
Who the fuck-
[ He stops his angry question when he actually looks down to see what he tripped over. It's a package, and the shape of it is very, very familiar. He bends down to pick it up, turning it over in his hands. Could this be...? Tearing off the paper, he discovers that yes, it is! It's his tennis racket.
Seconds later, he's heading down the sidewalk and towards the rec center. If he remembers correctly, they have tennis courts. ]
Action: Rec center tennis courts
[ The dull sounds of tennis balls thumping against a racket and the courts are accompanied by the occasional grunt. Niou is serving balls hard over the net. He's easily fallen into a familiar rhythm, and it might take a bit to catch his attention as he's in the zone. ]
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You play?
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He strides over to the bench to grab up the racket he'd been using until he got his own back. It was older, wooden instead of aluminum, and they could usually be found lying around on the benches and in storage closets. This one was in better condition than most. ]
Think fast.
[ The words are barely out of his mouth before he tosses the racket in the air at Crowe. ]
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Basketball's for losers. Tennis is where the fun is. Now hold the racket like you're shakin' someone's hand. Like this. [ He holds his racket in the air so Crowe can see his grip on it. ]
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I seriously just HTML-failed *twice*. /headdesk
it's ok, i do it all the time. XD
They don't really fight fair in Mayfield, either, so that's probably good. Plus, the first teacher I had here always said the same thing.
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You had yourself a smart teacher, then.
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Ah, Jecht was... a pretty intense teacher, yeah.
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I taught myself. It was that, or get my ass kicked for lookin' at someone sideways.
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Ah... I never really felt a need to learn until I got here. But I figured self defense was something I really needed to know.
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