Hoop Shooter [INVITE]

Terryn's eyes widened as they tracked the airborne basketball. It almost looked like he was going to land the impossible shot...! Until he didn't. The ball crashed right into the side of the hoop, bouncing back down toward the concrete and rolling a few feet past him.

He silently rolled his eyes. Should've expected as much, really. Groaning under his breath, Terryn pushed himself up and went to grab the ball, but not before taking another swig of his energy drink.

As Terryn leaned over to cup the ball under his arm, he heard the fence of the basketball court rustle as someone called out to him. ''Ah-?'' Terryn let out a slight noise as he turned his head, laying eyes on someone he was sure he didn't recognize. She wanted to join him?

''Feel free.'' Terryn replied with a smirk, gesturing Amara to enter the court with him. He idly dribbled the ball as he walked over to her, pushing his sunglasses up. He gave Amara a brief look-over, impressed by her athletic figure and killer biceps. Damn, that's hot. ''You look pretty sportsy, you never shot hoops before?'' He asked, head tilting slightly.

''I'm Terryn. And you?'' He introduced himself casually, before offering the ball to Amara. ''Here, give it a try. More fun if I let you toss a few shots before I bore you to death with all the rules.'' Terryn said with a small chuckle.

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Amara

''Yeah I get what you mean. Freaks me out when I can't feel some sorta ground beneath my feet.'' Terryn spoke with an inward chuckle, tapping the concrete below with the tip of his shoe. So she was from further south? Sounded exotic to Terryn. Were all the girls from down there this muscular, though? She really did have some insane biceps. A fighter? Questions for later.

''Leriac! Nice to meet'cha.'' He parroted her name before giving her a friendly nod. Terryn watched Leriac fumble with the ball for a moment, shrugging at her comment. His eyes followed the ball as Leriac tossed it toward the hoop without a lot of thought put into it. Unsurprisingly, it crashed into the backboard and bounced back down toward them. ''Good try...!- Hold on,'' Terryn jogged up to the ball and cupped it under his hand, bouncing it into the concrete as he stood back to his full height.

Walking back toward Leriac, he presented the ball again, gesturing for her to pay attention. ''Check it out, if you hold it like this,'' Terryn paused, demonstrating the 'proper technique' to her. One hand cupped under the ball as another held it in place at the side. ''And then lob it like so...!'' He continued, hopping into the air as he flicked the wrist that cupped under the ball. It flew in a wide, smooth arc and landed straight through the net. Terryn's eyes briefly widened- that actually landed? Thank god, he didn't want to look like an idiot.

''You got a better chance at landing the shot, you feel?'' Terryn glanced toward her, tilting his head slightly.

He jogged over to the ball and tossed it toward Leriac, encouraging her to give it another try.

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Amara

Terryn stifled a short snort of laughter at her comment. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the Earthling shrugged casually. ''Gonna be honest with you, didn't actually expect I'd land that one.'' He admitted flatly. He briefly raised his brow toward Amara Leriac and shot a cheeky grin toward her. ''But yes, sadly you won't be roasting me today. Alas! Woe is you, and...All that.'' He stammered, smacking his lips loudly. ''I don't know. That's how those old-fashioned folk talk, right? No offense.'' He raised a brow toward Leriac, but ultimately shrugged at his own idle comment. Who actually still spoke like that? Must've been ancient!

The Earthling watched as Leriac copied his previous motions and attempted another shot at the hoop. So close! She was definitely getting better.

''A couple more tries and you'll be better than me, I think.'' Terryn stated proudly, smirking up at the hoop. After a moment of silence, his eyes traveled to the ball. He went to go grab it once more, before standing infront of Leriac.

''Alright, enough practice. Wanna play?'' He tilted his head sideways with a grin. ''One person's gonna be trying to score while the other tries to defend. Makes sense, right? You land the shot, you get a point.'' Terryn began to explain in as simple of terms as he could, occasionally stopping to check if Leriac followed his train of thought.

''When you wanna walk with the ball you gotta dribble it, like so-'' Terryn continued, starting to idly dribble the ball against the court below them. ''You can hold it, but you can only take two steps if you do that.'' He paused, and suddenly furrowed his brow. ''...I'm making sense, right?'' He asked himself, before shrugging to himself.

He bounced the ball toward Leriac and nodded toward her.

''Ready to give it a try?''

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Amara

''Well, duh!'' Terryn let out with a bit of playful mockery. ''I was being awkward for comedic effect, wasn't that obvious?'' He said to Leriac, pulling a difficult face to almost make it seem like she was the dumb one here. He didn't mean any harm by it, and was honestly just joking around with her. ''It's a specific brand of sarcasm; Central City Style.'' He shot a finger-gun at Leriac, completely pulling that random tidbit of information out of his behind.

''Anyway, yeah, the uh- game.'' Terryn cleared his throat awkwardly, this time for real.

The explanation seemed to mostly make sense to Leriac, but she obviously still had some questions. Were you allowed to slug someone in the face to defend the hoop? Probably, in some quadrants of the galaxy. Not this one, though.

''Got that right.'' Terryn nodded to her. ''When you're actually holding the ball, you're not allowed to smack it outta someone's hand. Atleast, not where I learned to play!'' He shot a grin toward her. ''Oh, and no tackling, punching, kicking, scratching, shoving, biting...You get the idea.'' Well, he wouldn't mind getting a bit rough with Leriac...But it felt a bit too soon to act up on those degenerate thoughts. And kind of creepy.

''Pretty sure that covers everything!'' Terryn spoke aloud, taking a moment to think.

Yup, that just about covered it, he wagered.

With a cheeky smile on his face, Terryn situated himself beneath the hoop and bent his knees slightly, ready to see what Leriac had in store for him. ''Alright!'' Terryn smacked his hands against his knees. ''Let's see what you got.''

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Amara

''S'what I do best.'' Terryn shot back at Leriac with a finger gun, cracking a friendly smile from under the hoop he positioned himself under.

''You'll get used to it eventually. Lotta people just think us city folk are weird, but honestly we're just enjoying life.'' He explained with a faint shrug. People from the countryside were usually so simple and rigid in their thinking. Not that they weren't nice people, but they weren't particularly cultured. At least Leriac felt like dabbling in the weird cultural habits of the concrete jungle! Maybe she could be saved.

Terryn nodded to Leriac, who seemed to be ready to finally give it a go. ''Let's see it!'' Terryn responded, slapping his knees as he got into position. He smirked. This oughta be cute, he thought.

However, Terryn was proven terribly wrong when Leriac suddenly blitzed at him, closing the gap in a moment's notice. Terryn's eyes widened as Leriac circled around him, dribbling effortlessly before she leapt skyward! Terryn quickly shook his head before springing into action himself, taking off toward the net and leaping skyward to meet Leriac in the air.

He held out his hand in an attempt to stop Leriac from dunking the ball, an attempt that proved fruitless. The ball slipped through the hoop neatly right before Terryn could slap it down toward the ground. ''Whoo damn!'' He quickly shouted as he continued to leap past. Terryn quickly turned himself in the air and latched his hand onto the backboard, hanging several meters from the ground.

''I had a feeling something felt off about you!'' Terryn shouted down toward Leriac with a cheeky smile. It wasn't everyday that Terryn met someone that could match him in speed.

''I had this sneaking suspicion you were one of those people when I saw you-'' Terryn said before kicking himself off the backboard. He dramatically somersaulted as he fell back to the ground, his feet stomping onto the court and causing it to quake under his uncontrolled power. ''You know, absurdly strong, stupidly fast...'' He raised his brow with a grin. ''Weirdly good at basketball.''

Terryn couldn't help but snicker to himself in excitement. It'd been ages since he could let loose and play ball with someone that could match him. This was gonna be fun!

Scooping up the ball, Terryn tossed it toward Leriac.

''Let's try that again.'' He said. Turning his back to Leriac, Terryn positioned himself under the hoop again. ''One zero, by the way!''

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Amara