Hector surges toward the hoop. He bounces once, twice, thrice.
And tosses the ball at the backboard...
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Hector surges toward the hoop. He bounces once, twice, thrice.
And tosses the ball at the backboard...
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Site"Oh, sh...." Emily leaps up to try and intercept the shot.......
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Even with hands flicking through the air around Hector as he lined up the shot, Cricket could only watch helplessly as it soared for the net. "Balls!" He puffed out with a tinge of real frustration among his now heavy breaths.
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The ball flies true, hits the backboard and drops neatly through the hoop.
Hector makes a sound too much like a hiss to be human, and too much like a growl to be serpentine. His smile is... truly awful and enhanced as his eyes narrow to dangerous looking slits.
The homeless man does not immediately go for the ball once it's dropped either. Instead he moves to one side, inviting (no, tempting) the others to rush forward and claim it.
Hector is going to forfeit his action this 'round'. He's going to let Cricket and Emily Makerith fight over the ball... He'll be back next phase.
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SiteThe Ithaeur's eyes go wide at the mesmarizing arching shot that drops throught the hoop. "Y'know what, Hector, one of these days you're going to have to tell me a little more about yourself. Like where a homeless guy dressed like a Samoan sales clerk learns a shot like that." She's grinning, panting just a little, as she heads over and grabs the ball.
She begins bouncing the ball slowly in front of her, walking around the two guys and towards the far hoop.
“For real.” Cricket followed up after Emily. “I'm reporting a robbery after this!” He wasn't giving in just yet though, even as he was dripping sweat under the sun and would most certainly need to use a little Life to heal what would probably turn into a major sunburn.
He chased after Emily only to have the front edge of his Birkenstocks catch on the asphalt and have him living up to his clown reputation as he ended up needing to hop about just stay on his feet.
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Hector held back while Emily dashed off under the blazing sun. He wiped sweat from his eyes as Cricket dashed away too...
But the lanky fellow didn't make it far.
Hector took his chance and zipped toward the centre of the Court.
Emily now has the basket ball
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SiteEmily slows around centre Court, bouncing the ball low in front of her, waiting for the guys to catch up. As they get near, she catches their eyes, flashes them a toothy smile, feints one way and dashes off to the other, back around towards the far hoop.
Cricket rights himself and uses the stumbling momentum to hurl himself down the court after Emily. Huffing as he catches up, he makes a weave to Emily's right side, his gangly arm swiping out at the orange orb even as the blue blur always seems just out of reach.
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Hector hustles, body dropping low, legs splayed.
He bobs and weaves around Emily, looking for an opening.
He jostles with Cricket, limbs and torso's bumping.
Emily smiles. Hector beams. She feints. He sees it. She moves...
And he snatches the ball away.
Feet thudding on hot asphalt, he is dashing back toward the other hoop. He is puffing now, the burning heat tenderising even his thick soled feet.
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