Post by Hida Kumataro on Jan 8, 2018 14:14:54 GMT -5
It had been a long time since he'd set foot in here, Kumataro noted with a pang of nostalgia as he set foot in the basketball court. It looked like he was alone in here, and the silence surprised him. His memories of this place were those of roaring crowds filling the bleachers, the squeaking of shoes on freshly polished wood, the alarm buzzers that would sound as a basket was scored...but he'd forgotten how quiet it could be. The bleachers were empty, the score boards were off, and it was only him in here.
Frowning, he shrugged to himself and went to get a ball. He figured he'd come here and shoot a few hoops, for old time's sake. It would also help to get himself reacquainted with the court, since it seemed like he'd be spending a lot of his time here. He had to admit, while the court had seemed huge in his high school days, when compared to the stadiums he'd played in during his professional career it seemed quaint. He liked that, in a way. It reminded him of where he came from.
He dribbled the ball a few times and threw it, making a basket with nothing but net. He grinned, even after all these years he still had it. He had been worried he didn't, because if that was the case he had no business being the coach here. Encouraged by this, he began to perform more advanced maneuvers, bobbing and weaving against imaginary players as he made his way down the court for a slam dunk. As the ball entered the net, he swore he could hear a crowd cheering, but once he hit the ground and looked around there was nothing there. Just him, the ball, and the court. Somberly, he picked up the ball and began shooting hoops again.
Frowning, he shrugged to himself and went to get a ball. He figured he'd come here and shoot a few hoops, for old time's sake. It would also help to get himself reacquainted with the court, since it seemed like he'd be spending a lot of his time here. He had to admit, while the court had seemed huge in his high school days, when compared to the stadiums he'd played in during his professional career it seemed quaint. He liked that, in a way. It reminded him of where he came from.
He dribbled the ball a few times and threw it, making a basket with nothing but net. He grinned, even after all these years he still had it. He had been worried he didn't, because if that was the case he had no business being the coach here. Encouraged by this, he began to perform more advanced maneuvers, bobbing and weaving against imaginary players as he made his way down the court for a slam dunk. As the ball entered the net, he swore he could hear a crowd cheering, but once he hit the ground and looked around there was nothing there. Just him, the ball, and the court. Somberly, he picked up the ball and began shooting hoops again.
