Xavier's Institute : What: Kevin and Rachel, to be finished a

What: Kevin and Rachel, to be finished ala threadage. ♥

Licking his lips in concentration, Kevin flicked his wrist and sent the ball soaring to the hoop. Nothin' but net. Pleased, he smiled to himself. He'd never been much of a basketball player, but he'd always loved shooting hoops with his friends after school, and he hadn't had a chance to do that since coming here. It was good to see his skills hadn't worn down too badly.

Nothing but net that time, maybe, but the redhead standing on the far end of the court, possibly-maybe in the peripheral vision of the person with whom she hadn't been acquainted yet, narrowed her eyes and concentrated on the orange ball as it fell through the hoop. As though it were magnetized to her hands, the ball bounced once and launched into the air, landing hard against her palms, where it was sort of inspected like some kind of foreign object. Yeah, being from post-apocalypic time periods didn't afford one much of a chance to play b-ball. "Who're you?" As though, you know, she wasn't one of the strangers living here. Wtf, way to be weird, Ray.

Apparently, even the basketballs didn't follow the known laws of science in this godforsaken place. Kevin's head turned to follow the ball as, against all reasonable expectation, it flew off to the side and landed in the hands of a redhead he'd seen once or twice before, but had never talked to. "I'm Kevin," he said, smiling slightly. He reached his hands out, waiting for her to toss it back. "Who are you?"

Still sort of inspecting the ball, she looked back and tossed it to it's rightful owner, half-smiling at the very best. "Rachel. How new're you?" Unlike some members of the Brotherhood, she'd actually been a student here. Surprise surprise, right? You never know what types go over to the dark side.

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	suburban_decay 2005-07-11 20:30 (link)
	"I've been here a little while," Kevin answered, shrugging, because his mun still isn't 100% sure how the time system works. It struck him as a bit odd how intrigued Rachel seemed by the ball, like she'd never seen one before, but he'd been here long enough that he was getting used to odd by now. "Are you one of the students here, or from that other school?" (Reply to this) (Thread)

psychokinetics
2005-07-11 22:29 (link)

She's curious because she's never seen one before -- Six months in the proper timeline, and she hasn't done much in the way of sports, so hey. "A little bit of both, actually," a smile pulls at the corners of her mouth then, although it's almost predatory, almost not-happy, although that isn't anything she's consciously doing. It's strange to be here again, and that fact alone has put her on her guard, made her a little more aggressive and a little less willing to be as social as she once was.

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	suburban_decay 2005-07-11 23:52 (link)
	But Kevin, genius that he is, hadn't picked up on Rachel's discomfort, and continued to press the matter. By this point in time, even Kevin had noticed some tension between the two schools, but as he was still having trouble telling the groups apart, he still had no idea how bad it was. "What do you mean? Did you transfer?" he asked, bouncing the ball to her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

psychokinetics
2005-07-12 18:56 (link)

.. Oh Kevin. Rachel sighs a little at that, trying to think of a way to say it that doesn't sound strange or like she's some kind of crazy double-crosser. Which she is. "Yeah, I left here and went there a while ago. On Valentine's day, I think." Holding out her hands, she caught the ball and bounced it back, not quite sure how to do this conversation thing with the Good Guys.

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suburban_decay
2005-07-12 23:51 (link)

Lucky for Rachel, Kevin at this point still doesn't think in terms of Good Guys and Bad Guys, so he simply nods, not passing judgment. In fact, he's thinking the other school actually sounds kind of cool. Although he vaguely remembers someone mentioning something about Valentine's Day... but he can't think what it might be.

"You like it better over there?" he asks, passing the ball back to her. Hey, look, they've started a game of catch. Bet Rachel didn't get to do much of that in the post-apocalyptic timeline either.

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