Post by Hannibal King on Jan 3, 2005 21:47:46 GMT -5
Heavy bass and guitar thundered through the room, accompanied by the almost-rhythmic bouncing of the basketball off the floor. He stared up at the net, focused on it, feeling the ball against his fingertips as it bounced up to meet his hand every few seconds.
After a minute or so of this routine, he jogged forward, and dumped the ball through the basket, jumping off the floor and pounding it through, before letting the ball bounce away. He watched it, almost as if it were a target, and then walked to pick it up. He turned it over and over in his hands, spinning it this way and that, nodding his head to the exaggerated beat for a little while, and then took a distance shot at the basket, hopping up from the floor as he did so.
Hannibal King frowned in distaste as the ball ricocheted off the board, and bounced back at him. Luckily, he caught it before it hit him in the face – not that that hadn’t happened to him before, unfortunately; Dex had found it most amusing – and glared down at it in all its orange and black simplicity.
“Hmm… gonna play it that way, huh?” He quirked a brow. “Fine.”<br>
Determined now, he let the music fade into the back of his consciousness, simply background noise, and bounced the ball experimentally once again. He tested it under his fingers, and then tossed it towards the basket again…<br>
… Only to have it bounce back at him with increased fervour.
“Little…” He picked it up as it rolled back to him, after having to duck from the threat of being smacked in the face. He stared at the ball… and in that moment, he imagined it staring back. “Oh, that’s right, mock me… we’ll see about that.”<br>
Turning his eyes to the basket again, he took another running jump, and planted the ball soundly through the net. “Now who’s laughing…” He kicked the ball with the toe of his boot, and watched it sail across the room.
Balls bounce, you dumbass. This thought only occurred to him as it clocked him in the back of the head after turning away. Glaring down at the ball, he left it right where it was, and collected his CD from the player. He’d suddenly lost his enthusiasm for a one-sided game of basketball.
Continued in: King’s Room.