OPEN •• [[ basketball, yay.

[Blake Johnson Owens.]

cross your heart and hope
that i dont d i e before the
b e s t d a y o f m y l i f e...

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
The rhythmic bounce of the basketball echoed in the male’s ears as he dribbled it against the concrete on which he ran. It was not a fast run, just something a tad speedier than a jog and a hell of a lot more impatient than a walking pace. His slender, colorless finger tips pressed the ball down as it bounced back into his hand. It made no more than a second of contact before it was shooting down toward the ground again. He ran with the ball bouncing at his side, toward the park today where he intended to shoot some hoops and have a little fun since he hadn’t in a while. He’d been swamped with work and various other things that were just consuming his life. Granted, he liked being busy, he would rather be busy than have nothing to do, but he really liked to have a little free time to just go and do stupid things like run down the street while dribbling a basketball.

Covering his torso was a long sleeved shirt, and a sleeveless black leather jacket. It was not the warmest choice of clothes, but he’d run all the way here, dribbling the basketball the whole time. Being warm wasn’t a matter too this guy, he could withstand the cold, and even though he didn’t like it, he forced himself to endure it. Steamy breath escaped his nostrils and mouth like fire from a dragon as he pushed through the slightly chilled winter air. His breathing matched the pace of the basketball, divided by two. He could breathe out one time for every two that the basketball made contact with the ground. The light colored steam would sweep up and over his pale features as it escaped the holes in his features. It didn’t ruffle his brown hair in the slightest because it was styled with gel from his morning’s shower. He’d made sure to keep it neat and wild looking this morning so he’d used plenty of gel and spray. Now he was running down the sidewalk, his hair standing tall and motionless atop his head.

He reached the park and continued to dribble the ball until his converse covered feet led him to the basketball court. There was no one already there, and that was nice. He didn’t have to be with anyone to enjoy basketball, but sometimes there were people that didn’t share the court, and that was when he preferred to play alone. When people didn’t share it wasn’t good for anyone else. When that happened he would just walk away and find another court, but he was lucky today. A small smirk crossed over his features and he ran up to the hoop, jumping and shooting.

He wasn’t tall enough to dunk it, being only five feet and six inches, but he could jump and sink it, most of the time. Sometimes he just failed and missed, and that’s when he would laugh. The ball fell through the net and he went to retrieve it, moving quickly across the blacktop before the ball bounced into the grass. He scooped it up with his left hand and dribbled it back into the court, standing still for a moment before he put his arm out and started dribbling again, his back facing the hoop. He was ‘blocking’ someone in his mind and was trying to avoid their grabby hands as they tried to knock the ball right out of his. He hunched down a little bit, keeping his arm out and quickly moving away, running across to the far hoop and shooting. The ball hit the backboard and hit the rim and missed. He ran to catch the rebound and tried again, sinking it. He grinned a little before running to get it. He stood at the line and bounced it in, running in to catch it again before he started to run across the court. He almost tripped over his lengthy shoe laces and in turn, he lost the ball. It bounced away and through the grass, making it’s way over to the path that he’d ran in on.

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

who we are,
what we all are,
it's nothing but a point of view.

Giselle liked walking around. Of course, that was when there weren’t too many people out. You see, the blonde hated being bothered. She liked to keep to herself, since most of the time people seemed to pick on her. Either they picked on her or they just watched and didn’t look away. The girl was a bit paranoid though, so she always thought people were watching or talking about her. That was another reason she hated going out. Her appearance was never quite right in her eyes, so she didn’t want anyone to think he style was very weird or something because of one bad day. Izzy also didn’t like people thinking she was ugly. Yes, she thought that of herself, but others didn’t need to think it. The girl was so self-conscious, and it sucked a lot. But she wanted to go out, so that whole thing was put aside as she got herself ready to go out. Most times when she went out, it was wandering until something caught her eye. It was a lot of fun most of the time, but a few times it had turned out to be not a good idea. Again, that was pushed aside. She just needed something to do.

It took about a half hour for her to get ready. After that, she was out the door. Not without her Sidekick or without saying goodbye to her cat though. The kitten was practically her best friend, aside from her brother and all. The cat was always there if Izzy just want to talk and let it out. Sure, it couldn’t really listen, but she liked to think it knew what she was saying and everything. It helped just having that. Walking over to her bed, Elle sat down next to the sleeping animal. Lily, who was curled up, opened one eye before closing it and drifting off to sleep again. Giselle pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head and pet it a few times before getting up and leaving the room. On her way out, Izzy poked her head into her brother’s room and told him where she’d be. Like always, he told her to be safe an all that jazz. It was then that she finally left the house. It was a bit chilly outside, but the blonde had a hoodie, so she was set. The sidewalk was where her eyes focused; not right in front of her, but a few feet ahead. Bumping into someone would be extremely embarrassing for Giselle. Her shyness was a major problem, and it was the one thing the seventeen year old hated the most about herself. It held her back from trying so many things.

Ten minutes later, Izzy found herself at the park. It was a lovely place really, so it was no disappointment. It was pretty empty too, which was fantastic. It was always great when the place you ended up was void of most human life. Well, if you were Elle it was great. Most people, going from experience, liked to be in a place where people were. Many craved human interaction of any form, whether it be just talking or something else. She’d come across quite a few people who always picked fights or always tried to bring someone home. Some had been friends while others were enemies. The world was filled with different people, and though Izzy disliked people, she liked that. Diversity was a wonderful thing, and when it was eradicated, things got boring. Anyway, the tiny girl decided to sit on a bench for a while and relax. It only took five minutes for her to get bored. Within those five minutes, absolutely nothing happened. No people passed, no squirrels scurried by; nothing. That was her signal to stand up and get going.

Giselle stood up and looked around for a minute before starting off again. This time she headed towards the basketball courts out of pure spontaneity. That wasn’t even something she acted on much. Nearly everything in Giselle’s life was planned in some way or another. As she walked, she saw more people walking around the park. It seemed they waited to come out. It didn’t matter, they wouldn’t bother her. Most were mothers with their children. Children never bothered her. As she continued on, she heard a basketball thumping against the pavement. It was no surprise. People played basketball on the basketball courts. When she got closer though, the girl felt something hit her foot. Looking down, it was a basketball. Izzy’s pale hands grasped the ball as she lifted to torso level. There was a boy on the court, so it must’ve been his. Giselle approached him, ball in hands. “Hm. I believe this is yours,” she spoke in her quiet yet normal voice.

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[Blake Johnson Owens.]

cross your heart and hope
that i dont d i e before the
b e s t d a y o f m y l i f e...

He wasn’t in that much of a hurry to retrieve the ball now that it had completely evaded him and bounced all the way to the path. He knew that the park wasn’t that busy and he had not seen any other runner’s when he got here so what was the worry? However, when he looked up, he saw the blonde haired girl approaching where the ball was heading. He cringed a little bit and watched the two; the pace of her walking and how quickly the ball was moving. He knew the ball would not hurt her because they were sure to meet, but it wasn’t going to get under her feet and trip her up, nor was it bouncing high enough to hit her on anything more than her leg. He walked a little ways toward it after standing up from his awkward position that he’d remained in instead of crashing face first onto the black top. He didn’t get too much closer though, as he planned on just moving to get it after she had passed. He didn’t want to get in her way.

However, to his surprise, it made contact with her foot and she took hold of it, and raised it up. Blake just stood there, dressed up in his all black clothes, waiting to see if she’d give it or if she’d take it. Oddly, he wasn’t surprised if she’d take it. He’d seen people do that before. A ball rolls off the court, comes near them and then they just walk away with it. He never fully understood that, but whatever, what people want to take is their own choice. He was not going to bother them. He was just glad that she came closer to him, holding the ball carefully. He offered her a gentle smile, never having been great with people like his sister was. He never knew what to say to people, hell, even once or twice he could remember asking Abbie what he should do or say to get a girl’s attention just because he was that far away from being a social anything. She was a much better socializer than he would ever dream about being. That was one of the few things she was better at than him.

The smile still showed a little on his face when she spoke to him in a very soft voice. “You didn’t have to bring it over,” his words were offered to her, in a soft, naturally gentle voice. He was only loud when he was wired on caffeine. His voice was naturally soft and calm, very quiet, a trait that didn’t really come from his family, he was just like that. “Thanks though, it is mine, seeing as I’m alone here.” He said, letting his deep blue eyes wander over the paved court for a moment, seeing the faded paint lines drawn so you know where half court, the border line and things like the foul line were so you could play a game if you had enough people. He turned his attention back to her and out of sheer randomness, posed an offer. “Unless you’re in the mood to play?” His words weren’t exactly hopeful, but they were a little curious, kind of hoping that maybe she liked basketball, but for some reason, her quietness and how she held the ball made him think no.

[giselle antoinette beauvais]

who we are,
what we all are,
it's nothing but a point of view.

Izzy was kind of glad she didn’t just ignore the ball that had headed her way. I mean, if she had ignored it, she wouldn’t have anything to do right now. She’d continue on, completely bored while the boy chased after his basketball. That wasn’t such a fun thing, because being bored was never fun, and Giselle was sure he wouldn’t appreciate her ignoring the ball and making him run for it. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for her to be social. The blonde barely was, so any chance was one she’d be pushed towards, whether it was by her conscience or a human. Izzy’s conscience was a rather weird one, but it never failed to get her through whatever situations she was put into. Except, of course, when the school found out about her whole situation at home. The was a good thing though, because if she had talked her way out of that, Giselle would probably still be stuck in an abusive household. Even though she’s done with all that, her lying skills come in handy. Nothing major of course, just getting out of hanging out with people she doesn’t want to or things of the sort. Though, Izzy wouldn’t speak up if she was being treated unjustly or if she knew of some dealings going on that weren’t right. The blonde just liked to stay hidden and away from drama.

The good thing was that this boy wasn’t a jerk. Oh, if he was a jerk, she’d be mad at herself for trying to talk to him. In any situation, most of the blame, whether it was rightful or not, was placed on Giselle. It wasn’t even by other people; Elle blamed herself for most things that couldn’t have been her fault. It was just habit, and it was extremely hard to break habits once you grew into them. She offered a smiliar smile in return, finding it only polite to smile back. That was another thing about her. No matter how she was feeling, Elle was polite. If she ever came off as rude or snobby, she’d apologize instantly, unless it was purposely. That was a rare occurrence though, so her being rude really was something you’d almost never see. That was a good thing though, because the nice kids had lots of friends, right? Well, not necessarily. Izzy didn’t have all that many friends. Being quiet and nice weren’t a good combination, because they often led to you being ignored accidentally, or being invisible in most situations. Being invisible was what she most often wanted though, because she was terrified of embarrassing herself.

“Well, I’m not doing anything, so I figured I would,” she spoke softly, kind of wishing her voice was louder. That happened often; people seemed nice, so she wished she wasn’t a quiet kid. If they were nice, they most definitely wouldn’t tease her. When Izzy knew people wouldn’t tease her, she liked them automatically. First impressions could be misleading, but the girl usually went with them. “No problem. Yeah, it’s a bit empty here today.” Empty meant quiet, and quiet meant peaceful. Peace was always welcomed, at least by Izzy. “Oh, no. Me and sports have never gotten along well.” It was true. She’d always tried to be a little into sports as a kid, but she never quite understood them, or she lacked the necessary skills to play them. “When I was little, I’d try playing games with my brother and his friends. I’d always ask why about everything. Then I realized I didn’t have the talent for sports.” Giselle wasn’t really making fun of herself, she was just explaining why she wasn’t a sports person. Maybe he didn’t care, but it just felt like the right thing to say.

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notes: relatively good for being written at two am. xD

[Blake Johnson Owens.]

cross your heart and hope
that i dont d i e before the
b e s t d a y o f m y l i f e...

“Well, like I said, thanks a lot. It saved me from having to run over there and go get it.” He said with a small smile, showing that he was indeed glad he didn’t have to go get it. His words were still quiet, not as quiet as hers were, but he was not speaking in the loud voice that most people had. He didn’t mind it though; he only minded it when he needed to yell at someone and couldn’t even muster up a good yell. That usually sucked. Luckily there were only a few people that ever bothered him enough to yell. He nodded, his thoughts switching track so he could listen to her and understand what she was saying. He caught himself nodding before she had even finished what she was saying to him, but he could agree that easily. “Yeah, it’s dead out here. I was just glad no one was on the basketball courts. If I had run all the way out here to find it full I’d be bored out of my mind. It’s not bad when it’s this empty though.” He said with a shrug. He wasn’t really one for big groups of people. That was all for his sister. She was certainly a people person. He tried to be a people person, but it never worked.

He listened to her as she said that her and sports have just never worked out well. He nodded slightly, understanding that some people just didn’t play sports. He didn’t unless he had no chance of losing. Like now? He was playing basketball with himself; there was no possible way to lose. That was also Abbie. She could handle sports a lot better than she could unless it was lifting and probably wrestling. Ruth be told, that was probably all he could handle, and that was if he was playing against his sister. Of course he could, he could lift her off her feet with ease. It wasn’t hard. He nodded then listening to her. “Ahh, well, I understand there.” he replied with a gentle laugh. “I’m not huge on sports either, I’m far too uncoordinated. I didn’t play any sports in high school. I ran on the track team, but I wasn’t an essential member, and all I do now is play sports for fun.” He said with a shrug. “My little sister is the one who is the sports star. She’s a great soccer player and can whoop me in most sports.” He said, shaking his head a little bit. He didn’t mind admitting that his little sister could kick his ass, but it was true. He sucked at soccer, he was a good pitcher in baseball, but a horrible batter, and he was fast, but not faster than her the majority of the time.


ooc // so so sorry for the shortness.