Day Twenty-Three: Water shall prevail
Who: Oryon, open
Where: Dorms, Cafeteria
When: Early to Mid Morning
Rating: ...Harmless
Invasion: Only if you dare...
Status: Open
Summary: He does still exist...promise.
( Front back side to side. Front front, back back, side to side )
"Somehow..I don't remember being this lucky." He chuckled as tried another shot. No luck, cue ball managed to skip over his intended target and clipped another ball, just missing the pocket. At least he didn't scratch that was a plus.
"Ah well the rust has taken over." He held the cue out to her, signaling it was her turn once more seeing as how he missed.
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"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly as she ran to retrieve it, "I got a little excited."
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Sure he wanted to play, but first he wanted to work out the kink in his back. What better way to do so? Stretching. Finding a table hockey set up he lowered himself into mid push-up position only to arch himself upward.
It wasn't until he felt all the muscles pull and his spine crack that he uprighted himself with a mile grin of satisfaction. That wasn't the extent of it though. He cast a quick glance at her before working out the rest of the kinks he sustained from staying in his dorm for too long.
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She grinned and kept her eye on the ball long enough to hit it and miss again. Frowning, she wondered if she was getting any better or if she just plain lacked the hand eye coordination for this.
"Think you've got the next one or did you want me to handle it for you?" she ventured.
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He turned to snag another pool cue, making it easier this way so that they wouldn't have to swap back and forth. Made the game go at least a fraction of a second quicker.
"Yeah. I got this one." Half leaning over the table to get a shot, it was the only way it'd line up right, he plunked the cue ball against another strip sending it spinning into a pocket. Another difficult shot lined up he was beginning to think the Gods were against him. With a bit of luck maybe he could pull this off. Putting the cue stick behind his back, he lined up and tapped the white ball. Watching it bank off two corners and sending a solid into the pocket. Flashy? Yes. Effective? Not for him.
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She watched him play, suppressing a pout. Billiards? Clearly not her game. But she bet she'd trump him at Quidditch. Granted, he might not even be able to fly a broom but that wasn't the point. Somewhere in there, she managed to make a rather naughty broom joke in her mind and grinned a bit.
"You certainly do," she murmured appreciatively.
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While sure he didn't mind showing off, but it more effective when he was actually sinking the balls into the pockets. For now all he could do it just try and make it look cool. That still didn't change the fact that he missed the past shot.
"You're turn..."
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Leaving him to think about that, she took a shot, sinking one ball and lining up another. They weren't particularly pretty shots but good enough despite the fact that the second failed to net any balls for her.
"I don't think you're throwing me that off my game," she noted with a grin.
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It was almost as if he were silently inviting her to try and distract him, or to rattle his game. Having to move to the other side of her, he opted for something a little different. With his arms settling on either side he cast his eyes over her shoulder to line up his shot, with another tap, in went another stripe.
His stripe count was getting lower and soon he'd be able to work on the eight ball however that were if his next shot hadn't missed. He wasn't even trying for this one nor did he aim, though he did manage to skim the cue ball along a stripe, it just didn't have enough oomph to sink it.
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"Show off," she muttered, "You should keep going; you're going to win anyways."
And frankly, it was more fun to watch him than to make her own haphazard attempts.
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"Well then start sinking some balls there..." He let that one hang. Let her handle it how ever she pleased.
Again it was her shot, so he leaned back perching his arms against his chest with his pool stick resting against him.
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Granted she didn't know he wasn't into it either. Grinning to that, she sunk a ball.
"There," she said, "Sunk a ball. Or was that ... not what you had in mind?"
She raised a brow and moved around the table to line up another shot.
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Blinking back a mild twitch he remembered what she was getting at, of course trying to phrase something along the lines of I like my balls afloat thank you wasn't something he was prepared to do. So he just let it go.
Oryon didn't budge as he waited for her to take another shot.
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Leaning in, she took another shot, barely managing to sink the ball. Pure luck, that one, and she clearly ran out of it when she took the next shot. Nothing.
"Bugger," she cursed, stepping back to let him have a go and gazing to him curiously.
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Luckily, or unluckily his next shot lined up right in front of her. So rather than excusing himself he just leaned over the table to take his shot. Sunk. He only had two left before he could go for the money shot. His next shot sent the ball flying into it's pocket.
His next shot should have been easy as pie, but not so much. Instead he flubbed on hitting the cue ball and sent it astray. Bouncing off the banks before kerplunking into a pocket. Scratch.
"Damn." Pulling the cue ball from the holster he tossed it to her gently. "Your shot."
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"More oomph, huh?" she ventured, "I didn't see a lot of oomph in your shots but I did see a lot of your behind."
Had she been looking? Well, it was kind of hard not to; he'd been right there.
"Maybe you lack the right equipment for oomph," she teased as she lined up what would proved to be a failed shot.
She ran a hand through shocking purple hair. Losing battle much?
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