Souta Kagetane
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Age: Twenty
Year: Three
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Post by Souta Kagetane on Dec 5, 2015 7:08:17 GMT
If there was a place an genuine slacker could call paradise, it wasn't here. In fact, it was here at Hope's Peak Academy everyone strives to excel at their talents, putting everything on the table for the future. That sounded real nice on paper, but it proved to be more of a pain in the ass than Souta had expected.
Too many studies, not enough fun.
The snowy-haired guy tried his damned hardest in avoiding to use his brain, especially for school, but not every getaway was a clean one. Still, this was sorta better than sitting behind a desk. Not a whole lot, but still better. Also, the guy had someone who absolutely loathed school just as much as him so it wasn't all bad. Most times they just watch other losers pathetically carry on with their sad attempts at physical education.
He watched as one frail kid looked as though he was on the verge of collapsing, breathing heavily through his mouth. Souta couldn't help, but snicker. Why do they even bother? He couldn't bear to watch the kid struggle with his warm-up run and dribbled the ball several times from where he stood, carelessly looking to the girls. Now, that was a sight!
Akane, Mikoto, Ibuki, Mahiru... most girls his age were on the other side, doing what they do best; looking good. Souta took a brief glance at the basketball hoop and proceeded to shoot the ball without aim or thought. What came next was the sound of the orange ball stopping one kid dead in his tracks, smitten by the careless toss. Ouch. Souta didn't seem to notice at all.
"I swear its the worst crime not asking Mikoto out on Christmas night for you, snowflake. If you don't make the first move, I might just steal her away." he roughly nudged Aniki upon the arm. "You have a better shot at her than making this 3-point goal." |
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Aniki Greyson
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Age: 19
Year: 2
Talent: Reject
Alias: Remus
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Dec 6, 2015 3:12:42 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. Physical education. This was only marginally better than the other courses Aniki had to take at Hope's Peak, but it was still far better than anything else the school offered save for maybe the cafeteria food. Food was food, couldn't complain, and it wasn't like the school could teach him how to be more of a reject so... Folding his hands behind his head, the reject arched his back in a stretch and yawned. People watching was fun and all, but when said people were as pathetic as the wimps struggling around his side of the gym, the task just became one big shitty chore. It wasn't so bad when you had someone to laugh at them with, but today was turning out to be a serious drag. He'd had plans. Plans! Plans that involved being dead to most of the world but still. "I already fucking live with her, ya dumb cancer stick," he snapped when Souta siddled over to nag at him for what felt like the umpteenth time, "so I'll probably be spending Christmas with her whether I like it or not." The reject didn't know what the man saw in that woman; she was violent and waved a stupidly sharp stick around, plus she always nagged and nagged over stupid things he couldn't be bothered to care about. Sure she had curves in all the right places and was a sight to behold, but they weren't like that. What they had, in his opinion, was better. "I'll take that as a compliment." The scowl cleared into a smirk filled with teeth as he scooped up a ball that had rolled over and took a second to aim for the basket. Luck was on his side; the ball went through hoop with a clean swish of net. "But as for you... I can't say ya have even that." Maybe this was going to get more interesting. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Souta Kagetane
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Age: Twenty
Year: Three
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Alias: Moxxie
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Post by Souta Kagetane on Dec 7, 2015 3:30:35 GMT
The big bro couldn't help, but give his finest shit-eating grin. Aniki, his not-so-worst enemy, just kept rolling with the punches. The kid was such a smart ass and spoke from the street just as much as Souta does. Not many of these pampered crybabies understood how crazy important that was.
"alright, snowflake. I'll give you that one for free" Souta grunted, slipping his foot beneath the closest basketball and nimbly kicked it up into his own arms, "but this one will give you a run for your money."
So, in his head, Souta knew his last shot was just himself messing around, but like hell he was going to be shown up in front of the babes. It was like spitting on his honor or taking that last piece of tuna belly when he wasn't looking. In short, he had to accept this unspoken challenge and defend the little semblance of honor he had. He wouldn't allow this opportunity to impress the girls pass. That was absurd. With a single bounce, he glanced to Aniki like the smug bastard he was, stood perpendicular to the backboard and threw the ball over his head with his left arm.
The ball sailed through the air and gave the most satisfying noise on this court; the swish. Boom. A left-handed standing hookshot at the same distance Aniki's shot came from. Normally, Souta isn't a man that strokes his own ego, but that was a beautiful shot. Even sour-face Aniki had to admit to that.
"Would you look at that?" he vainly added, "Looks like I may have this after all."
Did someone say pissing contest? Well, here you have it. Souta and Aniki never seem to give each other any slack. |
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Aniki Greyson
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Age: 19
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Alias: Remus
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Post by Aniki Greyson on Dec 11, 2015 5:45:54 GMT
 I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS. A surreptitious glance at the ladies, for whom Aniki knew Souta was pining. The other man wasn't exactly subtle about it, but the reject himself wasn't entirely interested; there were quite a few lookers among the bunch, but he had better things to do besides moon over a couple of high school girls. All he wanted was to not be bored to death within the next hour or so. Besides, the reject was fairly certain that at least one of the girls would take any actual stabs at a relationship in a stride. Mikoto and Koizumi... from what he'd heard probably not, but Mioda and Owari didn't seem likely to brush any boys off without reason. So long as Souta didn't make a complete fool of himself (like, in Aniki's humble opinion, he usually did in front of the opposite sex), he at least had a shot. ...Unless they'd been asked out to the Christmas Ball already. Hah, Souta was most likely already wasting his time. The reject wordlessly flicked his gaze to the air once Mikoto had caught his eye and offered a small wave, eyes lazily tracking the graceful curve of the ball as it arced towards the basket. It would be a good shot. Aniki knew before he even heard the swish; he wasn't a gunman for nothing. Before vain words fell from gloating lips, before warm rubber even kissed pale rope, Aniki had exploded into action, racing towards the net with the intensity of a hunting dog chasing a squirrel. "Ain't nobody got time for that!" he barked, thrill loud in his voice as he snatched the falling ball out of the air and sprinted towards the other end of the gym, smoke on his heels and dribbling all the while. For once the wimps trudging around the gym hauled ass, scrambling to clear his path to avoid being trampled over. That the game ya wanna play, puff? Souta was going down. TAGGED | NOTES don't play no game that i can't win
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Souta Kagetane
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Age: Twenty
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Post by Souta Kagetane on Dec 12, 2015 1:04:34 GMT
Well shit.
Souta kinda figured that showy prick would make a move of some sort, but didn't expect this so soon. Okay, maybe he did. This was Aniki after all. Still, seeing the snowflake hauling down the court like a bat outta hell still surprised how fast the guy actually was. That's the kind of running you use when someone's gunning after you and the Big Bro can give him that.
So he ran after Aniki, keeping his stride nice and clean so he wouldn't be huffing and scrambling all over the place like the cockroaches that dispersed away from the snowy-haired speedster. "Time? I didn't think a reject wouldn't care about something so trivial." Souta spat as he matched his speed with Aniki. A little harsh to call him out on his title, but Aniki was a big boy. Snowflake handled most of the crap he said thus far and actually held own against him when they weren't friends in the not-so-distant past. Oh, boy. Nothing had relly changed since then.
Just less fistfights and detention.
As the goal drew near, Souta wanted a bit of a rise from his pal. That's just how he gets his sick kicks.. or at least one of them. He shoved his shoulder hard against his buddy, not so much so he wouldn't knock the kid's stick-like figure down into the floor, but just enough to see how he react. Souta didn't specify the rules so why the hell not? "Ooops. Didn't see ya, Snowflake." |
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