To Have Game....

[Klaus Smile]

Klaus Smile was on a run. He was still doing intense training. The man had definitely grown up. He moved to Australia to be on his own. He was living in the muggle world now, so he never carried his wand. It was hidden in a place that he hoped he would never have to use it again. He had grown up with little magic, and he had not done well in school. He was now an athlete, and it was his only way to success. He had moved to make a fresh start. He hoped to find love and friendship. He was low on both. There was only so much he could do. He was friendly enough. It was his height that threw people off. He was extremely tall. He did not believe that he had gotten it from his father's side anymore. Kennedy stood at a good six feet and five inches. Klaus had continued to grow. It was hard to believe that he was the younger twin. Beads of sweat ran down his face, and the figurative giant came to a halt. He stood at a basketball court with his hands on his hips. Why did he run so hard? The following moments after running were always the toughest ones. But, Klaus never regretted running. It had now become his life. Running was how his emotions were let out. Instead of figuratively running, he was literally running away from his problems. He tried to avoid his family and New Zealand as much as possible. However, he could not escape his mind. He could not escape himself.

Klaus walked onto the court, still breathing deeply. He had never played basketball before. His father used to watch basketball games all the time with them. Them. Klaus sighed. He thought of himself as apart of the family still. Lincoln had loved basketball. Kennedy and Klaus had always been interested in dancing and learning their respective extra languages. JazzyMae Jazmine was never interested in muggle sports. The girl was a mean beater and chaser. He looked around the court. He did not have a ball himself, so someone must have left theirs. Klaus hoped that someone had. He wanted to try out this sport. He wondered if he had any game. Klaus saw as ball and nodded. Yes. Things were going good for the man so far. He walked over and picked the ball up. He only knew the basics. He could only dribble and pass. However, he was good at mimicking what other people did. How else did he and his brother learn to dance? He let the ball fall to the ground. As it came back up, he started a slow dribble. Basketball players dribbled to their side though, and he was dribbling in front of him. He moved his dribble to the side, and he bent his knees like the players he had saw when he was a lad. He did not keep the bottom of his feet completely on the ground. He needed to be able to move quickly. Klaus started to ran around with the ball. He changed form as he needed to keep his dribble going. He was not going to go for a shot yet. He wasn't ready for such a bit step

 

[Elliot Roscoe]

Basketball was a sport reserved for tall, athletic and coordinated human beings so it was no surprise the idea lingered in the back of Elliot's mind. Passers through the surf shop so often queried his ability to play basketball based on his height, which at a hefty six foot two was expected however with a shake of his head he truthfully declined. Until today the nineteen year old left the idea of playing basketball as just that; an idea. Barely a possibility considering his packed schedule and strict love for surfing. Though eventually his nagging curiosity towards the game forced his body from the comfort of the waves and into the main area of Sydney in search of a basketball court. He felt oddly out of place with his newly purchased basketball in tow as he strolled along the line of courts, attempting to swallow the growing nerves in his gut at the sight of all the experienced players passing by. Young, tall and fit was something many people desired and in turn something Elliot possessed through natural interest in all things athletic but basketball was certainly a long stretch from surfing. On land and without a board to hold his body above the waves he felt entirely out of his depth, not drowning in water but rather the fear of the unknown. As a newbie within the world of basketball Elliot had no idea if the upper body strength and balance obtained through surfing would translate properly to this new adventure. Ignorance towards the game, meant embarrassing himself around basketball fanatics was a likely outcome and Elliot kicked himself for not researching this earlier.

The court furthest from the entrance was empty, secluded from the rest of the players which forced a relieved sigh from the boy's lips. He eagerly stepped from the turf to the concrete, momentarily distracted at the change in texture enough to notice his left sneaker had come undone. Muttering to himself, he left his ball safely within the empty court before walking to a nearby bench to tie his shoe. Propping himself up on one leg and leaning over to tie the undone shoelaces proved a difficult task in consideration of his long limbs but the need to maintain composure in the presence of taller, more athletic men kept him from clumsiness. When the laces were safely secure in a knot he turned back to the court to notice his brand new basketball in the hands of another. The boy sped to a jog and shouted to get the man's attention. "Hey!" His voice was strained with nerves, grainy at the sight of a tall, intimidating figure in possession of his ball. Elliot took a moment to breathe after slowing to a stop within the court before mustering enough courage to confront the man. "Dude, that's my ball." He was often the tallest person within his social circle so the sight of a man seemingly double his height was intimidating in all respects. What Elliot adamantly fought was the urge to gift the stranger his ball and leave him alone; as after so long of pushing his basketball curiosity to the depths of his mind he couldn't turn back now.
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[Klaus Smile]

Klaus was in a zone. He never thought dribbling a ball could be so fun. It was almost better than running. He found it funny that most sports involved getting a ball from one place to another. It required strength and determination. The man felt like doing laps around the court. He did not know how well he could dribble around the court. He was not good at multitasking. Klaus was not good at anything. He was a horrible wizard, brother, and human being. He had caused his family so much stress. They were better off without him. He was better off here in Australia. He had started something for himself here. There was a new life in front of him, and he was going to take hold of it. Maybe he could add basketball to this new life of his. It was not like his family would be there to judge him.

Klaus tripped over his feet at the sound of someone's voice. What the hell? Since he was quick, he was able to catch his balance before he fell. Phew. He could not hide his foul gaze towards the man. He was shorter than him, as usual. There was rarely anyone taller than him. He wanted the ball back? Klaus rolled his eyes. Why did the man leave it unsupervised anyway? He held the ball out the the man. The man in front of him was lucky that he was attractive. "You want it back?" Klaus then tucked the ball under his arm. "Come get it." he said simply. He was a difficult person. He wanted to stray from routine. If he gave the ball to the man, he would have to finish running. He did not want to do that. He looked expectantly at the short man.