29 Jul 2018, 21:07
Meet Me at the Bar
Continued from here.
The dirt felt a bit clumpy in December's hands. It definitely didn't have that smooth and refined feeling that chalk did. A few bigger pieces scraped her a bit, causing her to wince, but she continued. She'd already been trained from years of practice to not let a little bit of pain stop her.
When she was satisfied her hands were as covered with dirt as they could be, she shook them a bit to get off the excess and went back to the monkey bars. She observed them for a moment, then smirked as she was hit with an idea. Not only could she skip every other bar if she wanted to, she could pretty much do anything her heart desired.
The white-haired girl turned her attention towards the three-tiered bars instead. She was basically forbidden to do anything on them while with her parents, as there were no mats to break her fall like there would be in a gym. She hadn’t been able to practice all year, though, and she was aching to do some back hip circles and flyaways. After tying her messy white strands up into a bun, she stood in a ready pose with one foot in front of the other. With a slight bend of her knees, she sprung onto the bar in the middle with a glide kip. She was a little wobbly as she got to the top, but for the first time in a long while, a feeling of calm swept over her. She had truly missed being able to be on the bar.
After staying firmly on top of the bar for a few moments, she started to swing into a back hip circle. The familiar rush of wind blew onto her face as she spun around. The rest of the world seemed to disappear as she continued into a clear hip circle and dismounted with a tucked flyaway.
Satisfied that she had warmed up enough, December then turned her attention towards the higher bar and began to prep herself to jump up to it.
STA: 6 | AGI: 7 | STR: 7 | CTL: 4 | ARC: 0 | ACC: 6
29 Jul 2018, 23:16
Meet Me at the Bar
Kalani had heard about the playground. But far more importantly, she'd heard about the basketball hoops.
Basketball was one of Kalani's favourite sports - though of course, nothing would ever top soccer. Every time the ball hit off the asphalt, she'd feel the vibrations in her feet. She loved the feeling of her hands going numb, the comforting feeling of catching a pass. But the best was faking someone out so good you sent them sprawling, no mater how mean you felt afterwards. But most people in Scotland raised their eyebrows or got confused when she mentioned how much she liked it. They knew exactly what she meant with soccer, but people weren't as crazy about basketball in the UK as they were back home, apparently. It wasn't as bad as baseball though, which she didn't even bother mentioning anymore.
But it didn't matter what sports she liked, because all that mattered in Hogwarts was quidditch, which she didn't actually know if she was any good at or not because she'd never played. She was an okay flier, but she was definitely better at ground sports. Definitely.
She'd been at the playground for a little while now. As soon as she'd gotten into the swing of things it was natural as breathing air, even if she hadn't thrown a ball in at least a year. People came and went and played with her, and she found that the Brits were actually a lot better than they let on. She was forced to bring her A game. She held up a hand in goodbye to one of the best players she'd ever had the honour of losing against as he retreated back to his cabin, and she huffed and puffed and sat at the base of one of the hoops, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm. She crossed her legs and dropped the basketball in between them. She'd had the foresight enough to bring a bottle of water, and drank the last dregs as she looked around the playground.
It wasn't too busy, with a few people milling around the playhouse or the swings or any of the hundreds of things that you could do. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a girl squatted in the dirt. Kalani peered at her from the short distance, pouting in confusion. The girl stood, shook her hands off, then jumped at the three bars in front of her. Kalani held her breath, expecting for a second for the girl to miss and tumble right off, but she held on just right. After a few moments, Kalani realised that this wasn't just a girl playing on the bars. She had a confident air about her, that Kalani recognised from seeing videos of herself playing soccer. The girl was like a mini olympian. Kalani couldn't help but grin as the girl flipped over the bar, then flew off of it with all that perfect control.
Kalani wasn't one to hold back emotions. She leapt to her feet, not caring as the basketball bounced away from her and loudly whooped, clapping enthusiastically. She noticed that the girl was preparing to go again, this time on the higher bar, and quickly rushed to grab the basketball. She held it in two hands as she jogged over to the bars, tucking it under her arm as she slowed to walk. Now closer, she noticed how pale the girl was. She was like nothing in Hawaii. She beamed at the girl when they were within close distance, and she pointed to the bars. She was having problems standing still, the excitement coming off her as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
"Go again!" she signed enthusiastically, forgetting for a moment that sign was far from a common language.
Basketball was one of Kalani's favourite sports - though of course, nothing would ever top soccer. Every time the ball hit off the asphalt, she'd feel the vibrations in her feet. She loved the feeling of her hands going numb, the comforting feeling of catching a pass. But the best was faking someone out so good you sent them sprawling, no mater how mean you felt afterwards. But most people in Scotland raised their eyebrows or got confused when she mentioned how much she liked it. They knew exactly what she meant with soccer, but people weren't as crazy about basketball in the UK as they were back home, apparently. It wasn't as bad as baseball though, which she didn't even bother mentioning anymore.
But it didn't matter what sports she liked, because all that mattered in Hogwarts was quidditch, which she didn't actually know if she was any good at or not because she'd never played. She was an okay flier, but she was definitely better at ground sports. Definitely.
She'd been at the playground for a little while now. As soon as she'd gotten into the swing of things it was natural as breathing air, even if she hadn't thrown a ball in at least a year. People came and went and played with her, and she found that the Brits were actually a lot better than they let on. She was forced to bring her A game. She held up a hand in goodbye to one of the best players she'd ever had the honour of losing against as he retreated back to his cabin, and she huffed and puffed and sat at the base of one of the hoops, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm. She crossed her legs and dropped the basketball in between them. She'd had the foresight enough to bring a bottle of water, and drank the last dregs as she looked around the playground.
It wasn't too busy, with a few people milling around the playhouse or the swings or any of the hundreds of things that you could do. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a girl squatted in the dirt. Kalani peered at her from the short distance, pouting in confusion. The girl stood, shook her hands off, then jumped at the three bars in front of her. Kalani held her breath, expecting for a second for the girl to miss and tumble right off, but she held on just right. After a few moments, Kalani realised that this wasn't just a girl playing on the bars. She had a confident air about her, that Kalani recognised from seeing videos of herself playing soccer. The girl was like a mini olympian. Kalani couldn't help but grin as the girl flipped over the bar, then flew off of it with all that perfect control.
Kalani wasn't one to hold back emotions. She leapt to her feet, not caring as the basketball bounced away from her and loudly whooped, clapping enthusiastically. She noticed that the girl was preparing to go again, this time on the higher bar, and quickly rushed to grab the basketball. She held it in two hands as she jogged over to the bars, tucking it under her arm as she slowed to walk. Now closer, she noticed how pale the girl was. She was like nothing in Hawaii. She beamed at the girl when they were within close distance, and she pointed to the bars. She was having problems standing still, the excitement coming off her as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
"Go again!" she signed enthusiastically, forgetting for a moment that sign was far from a common language.
STA: 5 / AGI: 8 / STR: 2 / CTL: 7 / ARC: 3 / ACC: 5