Nothin' But Net [Active / Open]
Characters: America, Lithuania, open to spectators
Content: Sports! AAAH! You'll be good at 'em!!
Where: the basketball court outside the cafeteria
When: Monday, early afternoon
Warnings: none
Swish. Two points.
America retrieved his basketball on the second bounce and backed up even further from the net. Dribbled once, did another layup. The motions felt as natural as breathing, and it sank again. Two points. He backed up even further for the next one.
It wasn't working. He had come out here to get some exercise, take his mind off things for a few minutes, but they kept floating back into his head. He'd had a bullet in his shoulder; now it was gone. They'd been told they couldn't hurt anyone; he'd seen someone die. And while they were at that, the guy who had died was walking around just fine the next day.
And his jacket was fine, too, not a stain on it. (Too hot out to wear it, though, and he'd tied it around his waist.)
The line producer said it was all a simulation, and there wasn't much other explanation for it. But - you couldn't simulate pain like that, could you? The last time anything had hurt that bad...
The ball knocked the rim into jarring vibration, teetered, and fell the wrong way, skittering off toward the patio tables nearby as if it could escape. Missed that one.
Content: Sports! AAAH! You'll be good at 'em!!
Where: the basketball court outside the cafeteria
When: Monday, early afternoon
Warnings: none
Swish. Two points.
America retrieved his basketball on the second bounce and backed up even further from the net. Dribbled once, did another layup. The motions felt as natural as breathing, and it sank again. Two points. He backed up even further for the next one.
It wasn't working. He had come out here to get some exercise, take his mind off things for a few minutes, but they kept floating back into his head. He'd had a bullet in his shoulder; now it was gone. They'd been told they couldn't hurt anyone; he'd seen someone die. And while they were at that, the guy who had died was walking around just fine the next day.
And his jacket was fine, too, not a stain on it. (Too hot out to wear it, though, and he'd tied it around his waist.)
The line producer said it was all a simulation, and there wasn't much other explanation for it. But - you couldn't simulate pain like that, could you? The last time anything had hurt that bad...
The ball knocked the rim into jarring vibration, teetered, and fell the wrong way, skittering off toward the patio tables nearby as if it could escape. Missed that one.