[Open] Learning To Be Alone

[terance jayrod rowlf]

The basketball hoop rattled before feet thudded on the ground again, followed by the bounce of the basketball. Terance ran a hand over his forehead gently, using this time to simply think about things. He had to get to work again anyway, wasn't sure why he had agreed to being a manager at such a large clothing store joint. But he had. It was something to do. Always to something to pass the time, never taking a break except to sleep or eat. Always moving forward because moving forward was all he knew how to do anymore. He had nobody waiting on him, and he had nobody to please but himself. Had nobody to go home to, lived in an apartment, what was the point?

The ball hit the rim and rebounded, and Terance huffed faintly, hooking it under and arm and heading for the empty bleachers for his water, sweat darkening his tee shirt.

[channing]

Channing walked into the gym, realizing how much bigger it was than his gym. He walked across it, unlocking the storage room, and pulling out the water bottles the school had borrowed. He started carrying them back when he noticed a guy shooting hoops. He stopped for a moment, looking over at him. When it missed the goal, he watched him walk away.

"You'd do a lot better against someone." He said, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked over at him, and decided he had time to kill. "What do you say? One on one?"

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance had seen him come in, sitting on one of the bleachers with his water, a towel on his shoulder. At the words he nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Not bothering remove his shirt in the company of this guy, at least not yet, he tossed the ball his way before standing.

Shoes squeaked on the floor as he scuffed his ties for more grip, heading back towards the court, watching the other male in silence, completely alert. He was obviously looking forward to the challenge, hadn't played somebody in a good week or so except for himself.

[channing]

Channing unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it over his head. Shaun always griped when he played ball in his clothes. He walked out on the court, eyeing the guy. He was about the same build, maybe more muscular. 'Shaun would have a field day' He thought with a smirk. He dribbled the ball a bit, then quickly broke left, edging around the guy. He bounced the ball again, watching him now that he was cornered. He glanced at the net, then took a shot, watching it bounce off the rim.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance smirked faintly in good humor, snatching up the ball, hooking left then right. He dribbled a bit, careful to keep away from the other male, jumped and threw a shot. Missing, he caught the ball, put it threw the net, feet meeting the floor as he let out a huff.

He pulled off his shirt, somewhat reluctant. And despite his decent build and tone, the scars of burns and skin surgery could be seen, brushing over his chest. They weren't smooth to the touch, they didn't take too much from his looks, he had altered his personality since the incident however.

[channing]

Channing groaned as he heard his phone go off. He pulled it out of his pocket, then slid it across the floor to where his shirt was. "Women." He groaned, then knocked the ball out of the guy's hand. He dribbled it down the court, almost losing it when the guy bumped him. He turned his back to him, and shot backwards, listening to it go through the net. He smirked a bit, rubbing his hands together.

"Your ball, bro."

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance chuckled at the comment. "Mm," He agreed, scowling when he missed the guy and only managed a bump. He ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up just slightly, breaths deep as even as the other male made the basket. He caught the ball, backing up swiftly, and guarded it a moment before ducking around him and jumping, ball rolling around the rim and falling through.

He rubbed at the back of his neck, turned back to him and nodded at the ball. "You're pretty good, practice a lot?" Probably the most he had uttered in at least a week.