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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 9, 2015 23:30:03 GMT -5
Macht was in the gym after-school, shooting some hoops. He was trying to get some practice in, as well as relieve some stress. Admittedly, this last week has been a good one, so he was trying to burn off unresolved issues more than anything else. Like that girl, Tsubame, she was on his mind a lot since they met. Aside from Macht kicking her ass, he thought the girl was something else. Then there was Vivi, who he found to be quite the item as well. Aside from hormonal issues, though, Macht was fine.
The German leaped up from the half-court, shooting the ball through the air. It sailed, passing through the basket with nothing but net. Macht grinned, going to retrieve it, figuring he'd work on his full-court shit now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 17:36:12 GMT -5
Michel was psyching himself up in the locker room one day. He wondered how his life might have gone through a different path if he did not commit that infamous crime. He then glanced at the basketball jersey in his locker. He was once selected for the basketball team of Public High School #462 after a tedious try-out. He might have gained respect from the people around him if he just waited. But since that unfortunate event happened, he did not know if he could continue playing to get noticed by some basketball organization. But still he had to hone his skill, even when he might not be selected for anything due to his status as a man-slaughterer.
He then went to the basketball court, but he was not wearing completely the jersey of PHS #462, wearing only the shorts of the set, which was colored light-blue with black trim; the number 11 in white on the trim. Other than that he was wearing a tank top of the same color as the shorts, and white rubber shoes. He brought his own ball just in case he was not yet allowed to use the balls of the school. But just as he expected that there should be no people right now in the area, he saw someone taking a jump shot. The ball sailed perfectly in the air, and went through the basket without even hitting the ring. When he saw this, he clapped his hands, and said, "Nice shot."
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