kappa kappa gremlin meeting | gym | after classes | friday | september 18
Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.
"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."
Well, they don't JUST gossip.
"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."
"What Hannibal here is trying to say," said Arthur, being subtle about his emphasis. Subtle. He had a ball in hand. "Is that today, we will be engaging in the local sport of 'basketball'. If you are not acquainted with it, we will be providing a demonstration."
...Not that Arthur knew how to play basketball. But it involved a ball. He'd gotten that far.
"Demonstration, right," Hannibal said, giving Arthur a sidelong glance. "Now, most of you might know this but for those that don't, the object is to put the orange ball that Arthur's holding into the net."
He pointed to said net.
"There are a lot of other intricacies but we're not going to get too deep in those," he explained. "We don't wanna confuse Arthur here too much."
Couldn't help that.
"Thing to remember is that you have to keep the ball moving unless you're attempting a shot," he explained. "You have to dribble it, you can't carry it, you can't kick it and if you throw it at someone, you'd better hit them hard."
Totally how basketball was played.
"Oh, don't worry about confusing me, Hannibal," Arthur said, dryly. "You have my rapt attention. In fact... I think I feel a game coming on."
At which point the ball was, yes, hurled at Hannibal.
Hard.
And that wasn't something Hannibal was expecting so getting smacked on his shoulder with a basketball made him stumbled and already had his hackles rising. He didn't want to try and return the favor in front of the frat so he just forced a tight smile.
"Arthur needs to work on his passing," he said, retrieving the ball. "So, you guys get to it. Team up, pair up, shoot alone, up to you. Come find me or the sissy with the girl arm here if you need help."
As soon as he said that, he turned and chucked the ball back at Arthur just as hard as Arthur had thrown it at him.
Jackass.
[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince, bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]
"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."
Well, they don't JUST gossip.
"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."
"What Hannibal here is trying to say," said Arthur, being subtle about his emphasis. Subtle. He had a ball in hand. "Is that today, we will be engaging in the local sport of 'basketball'. If you are not acquainted with it, we will be providing a demonstration."
...Not that Arthur knew how to play basketball. But it involved a ball. He'd gotten that far.
"Demonstration, right," Hannibal said, giving Arthur a sidelong glance. "Now, most of you might know this but for those that don't, the object is to put the orange ball that Arthur's holding into the net."
He pointed to said net.
"There are a lot of other intricacies but we're not going to get too deep in those," he explained. "We don't wanna confuse Arthur here too much."
Couldn't help that.
"Thing to remember is that you have to keep the ball moving unless you're attempting a shot," he explained. "You have to dribble it, you can't carry it, you can't kick it and if you throw it at someone, you'd better hit them hard."
Totally how basketball was played.
"Oh, don't worry about confusing me, Hannibal," Arthur said, dryly. "You have my rapt attention. In fact... I think I feel a game coming on."
At which point the ball was, yes, hurled at Hannibal.
Hard.
And that wasn't something Hannibal was expecting so getting smacked on his shoulder with a basketball made him stumbled and already had his hackles rising. He didn't want to try and return the favor in front of the frat so he just forced a tight smile.
"Arthur needs to work on his passing," he said, retrieving the ball. "So, you guys get to it. Team up, pair up, shoot alone, up to you. Come find me or the sissy with the girl arm here if you need help."
As soon as he said that, he turned and chucked the ball back at Arthur just as hard as Arthur had thrown it at him.
Jackass.
[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince, bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]