Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 16:23:57 GMT -7
Why did he still do this. The ball bouncing on concrete his white t-shirt contrasting with the coming darkness of the evening. He'd been playing for a solid two hours and had barely broken a sweat. Maybe he thought he could get the same rush he used to alone. On a park bench Ace was lying down seemingly asleep. It was late evening and the sun had just about fallen he'd leave soon...probably. The man was supposed to be in practice but he'd called in. He wasn't sick he just didn't feel like going, there was no point and they knew just as well as he did. It was impossible for anyone on that team to even meet him on the court, that purple haired center had some potential, but he just didn't have the speed to guard him.
And so even when he called out they just let him be, as long as he made it on time for game days, as long as he won there'd be no problems, it wasn't the most professional system, but it worked. Seeing as he had nothing better to do is Digivice had been quiet all day and Ace didn't seem up to for a fight anyways, to be honest neither did he, and so they'd come out to a park and hit one of the street courts. Where he'd shoot some baskets alone. Throughout the last hour a couple of people invited him to play ball, but he was honestly too good. As usual no one stood a chance and so he'd practiced alone making shots driving toward the goal hoping to feel some kind of rush, something that made him remember why he'd picked up the sport in the first place to no avail.
The chain hoop rattled as he hung on the rim dropping down another dunk, supposedly it was the best 'feeling' shot, but still he felt nothing, once upon a time there was more than just that, but no longer. At the sound of the chains the digimon on the bunch turned his head toward the man before yawning loudly. "Are you done yet." The tamer dropped down releasing the rim hitting the ground firmly, the digimon at this point wasn't very impressed either not surprisingly. The man was silent for a moment coming to the realization for the umpteenth time that there wasn't anything for him here.
"Yeah... I'm done." He grabbed a towel wiping his face before sliding on a dark hoodie and turned to leave his digimon in tow.
And so even when he called out they just let him be, as long as he made it on time for game days, as long as he won there'd be no problems, it wasn't the most professional system, but it worked. Seeing as he had nothing better to do is Digivice had been quiet all day and Ace didn't seem up to for a fight anyways, to be honest neither did he, and so they'd come out to a park and hit one of the street courts. Where he'd shoot some baskets alone. Throughout the last hour a couple of people invited him to play ball, but he was honestly too good. As usual no one stood a chance and so he'd practiced alone making shots driving toward the goal hoping to feel some kind of rush, something that made him remember why he'd picked up the sport in the first place to no avail.
The chain hoop rattled as he hung on the rim dropping down another dunk, supposedly it was the best 'feeling' shot, but still he felt nothing, once upon a time there was more than just that, but no longer. At the sound of the chains the digimon on the bunch turned his head toward the man before yawning loudly. "Are you done yet." The tamer dropped down releasing the rim hitting the ground firmly, the digimon at this point wasn't very impressed either not surprisingly. The man was silent for a moment coming to the realization for the umpteenth time that there wasn't anything for him here.
"Yeah... I'm done." He grabbed a towel wiping his face before sliding on a dark hoodie and turned to leave his digimon in tow.
