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Post by Tully Jameson on Oct 15, 2007 20:49:34 GMT -5
Tully lobbed the ball at the net, and watched as it circled the rim before falling into the hoop. He let the ball bounce away from him, already tired from the strenuous activity he had chosen out of the boredom of his day. It was Sunday, and he was in no mood for homework, and the idea of actually doing any of the work assigned to him had truly not crossed his mind. In the end he had thrown on a tshirt and pipe jeans to walk around the city until he found something to do.
After loitering around the streets, looking for someone he knew to tag along with, or at least something that could preoccupy him for a while he came upon the basketball court. Throwing the ball around for about an hour he soon got bored of that. His attention span seemed to be lower than usual today and he needed something to entertain him.
When Tully had been younger his father had been worried about this particular attribute of Tully's, that he seemed to get bored so quickly. Mr. Jameson's immediate thought was that his son had ADD and had taken him to multiple doctors to further study the matter. Alas it appeared poor Tully was just a lazy person who liked changed, and needed excitement in his life to keep him happy.
Watching the ball bounce away from him he let out a small sigh before walking over to collect it. Grabbing the ball he looked around for a place to leave it, as he himself had just found it lying in the court. Tully placed it by one of the benches on the sidelines, and then made his way out of the courts. |
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Post by Marcus Zane on Oct 15, 2007 21:26:31 GMT -5
Marcus had been sick of spending his days taking care of his sister. She was finally over whatever cold or flu she'd had and now he was free to do whatever. That's right. Marcus was allowed to go do whatever the hell he wanted to do this fine Sunday afternoon. The only thing was... well... Marcus couldn't remember a Sunday he'd just done whatever. That wasn't exactly something he could control. Between sports practices and keeping his sister safe, Marcus was just a busy guy.
Mr. Zane pulled on a pair of loose jeans and a plain brown t-shirt. He quickly strung a brown belt through the loops as he simultaneously stuck his feet into a pair of brown sneakers. He wasn't quite sure where he wanted to go, but he was definitely ready to get out of his Aunt and Uncle's house. That was a definite. Marcus sighed and ran his hand through his hair before walking out the door.
Once he'd gotten outside, Marcus had an odd urge to do something active. Cooped up inside for days really didn't work too well for this big jock. In fact, he hated it. The fresh air was hitting him hard and Marcus was loving every minute of it. A slight smile appeared on his face, a very rare sight, as Mr. Zane walked down the street. Suddenly, he knew exactly where he was headed.
As Mr. Zane neared the basketball court, he noticed someone fairly smaller than him bouncing a ball. With his head down, Marcus decided to walk over and try not to be terribly socially awkward. The only thing was that as Marcus put his hand on the fence and walked through the entrance in the gate he nearly collided with the guy. Snapping his head in the direction of the other guy, Marcus' smile faded.
"Hey, I'm sorry buddy. Didn't see you there."
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Post by Tully Jameson on Oct 18, 2007 18:24:07 GMT -5
Not paying much attention, not something totally new to Tully he nearly fell backwards colliding with a guy much bigger than himself. However, once he had regained his footing he realized that guy had to be younger than him, though he looked oddly familiar. Tully unfortunately was no guru for memory and could never be counted on to remember things as trivial as faces, birthdays, or anniversaries. The useless things such as facts about movies, comics and the War of 1812 on the other hand were more likely to stick with him.
"No problem," he smiled as he dug his hands into his pocket, not really liking the prospect of shaking his hand if that was what this newcomer was into. He had once had to visit an uncle who was an incredibly touchy feely person, and always seemed to find an excuse or need to touch you while he talked. It wasn't as gross it may seem, more awkward than anything else, it was the main reason that Tully stayed away from contact of someone he had just met.
His eyes scanned the boy's face once more, "I know you from somwhere don't I?" he asked. He had been about to just ignore the fact and keep on walking around the guy, but his curiosity got the better of him. Curiosity was not something foreign to Tully, when told the story as a young child that 'curiosity killed the cat,' he only became more curious as to how that exactly happened, and what the cat had been curious about. "Orphino?" Tully questioned. It seemed only reasonable, as it was where most teens in the neighbourhood went.
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Post by Marcus Zane on Oct 23, 2007 16:54:48 GMT -5
Marcus simply stared at the smaller guy as they awkwardly stood there. This was one of those chance meetings that they could have both probably done without. Marcus may have been a big jock and had more friends around high school than he needed, but this was just one of those things where he’d rather turn around and throw a ball at something. His eyes moved uneasily as he stood his ground. There was something odd in the air, then again, that could have very well been completely in his head.
He looked over the guy in front of him once more before actually responding. “Yeah. I think I recognize you.” Then he said that magic word. Orphino. Of course that was where they knew each other from. It wasn’t like the neighborhood, if you could call it that, was crawling with other high schools for the teenagers to attend. “Of course. That has to be it.” That answered where. Of course, that still left the how completely open and unanswered. Marcus racked his brain quickly, but nothing turned up.
There was only one thing that stuck out in his mind. This guy n front of him was most definitely a senior. As small as he appeared in front of the taller and broader Marcus, he was most definitely not a junior. The only thing was, that didn’t mean that he could remember the guy’s name any easier. “I’m Marcus Zane. Junior.” He hoped that this other guy would take the bait and just say who he was. The other thing was, Marcus knew very well he wasn’t a jock. Who was this little guy that he’d almost plowed over a few minutes ago? And why was he out here alone?
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