Control is Key [OPEN]

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Sitting on his bed, the room was silent. His roommate was probably out riding or doing something productive. Thinking about it the sixteen year old thought about what he could do that didn't involve his mare. Although he loved to work with her, there wasn't really anything he could do with her that didn't involve cattle. His mind drifted off into space and thought once more. The academy did have a gym. Basketball, he did like the sport and with that he started to get ready. Slipping on some shorts and a t-shirt, Noah grabbed some warm-up pants and a Nike sweatshirt.

Lacing up his sneakers, the sixteen year old figured there would be a few basketballs in the gym itself. Walking out of the room and down the stairs he knew exactly where the gym was. The building was almost right behind the Yellow House, the one in which the sixteen year old stayed in. Taking a deep breath the cloud rolled off his lips and slowly disapeared into the air. Making his way to the doors, Noah swung the one open and walked in. Making sure there wasn't any snow or not a lot of it on his sneakers the boy found the court almost right away. Looking around he found a basketball and started to dribble it. Once he actually warmed up a little bit he took his warm-up pants off and sweatshirt and began to work on his control.

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Keri trailed her way down from the gymnastics hall, her dark brown hair in a messy bun with small curled strands falling out slowly, where she had just been in working on her floor movement. Her gym bag was slung over her left shoulder as she avoided putting any weight on her right side still. The doctors said one more week. One more week of the glittery black sling and the neon green cast. Sadly, however, the ribs would take a tad bit longer. She didn't mind however, it meant that she was that much closer to being able to work on her gymnastics again. She wasn't exactly the type you'd pin for a gymnast, though the same went for her roommate, both standing at about 5 feet 8 inches tall. She didn't let that stop her though, and she excelled in vault, though it used to be Uneven Bars which were her best element.

She walked down the hallway in the gymnasium building, having pulled on her warm-up pants and her jacket again, having one of her teammates help her back into the sling once pulling the jacket on. Red and Black weren't her first choices when it came to color palette, but she was a Blue Ridge Firebird, so naturally, the red and the black were built in against her will. As he sneakers carried her towards the exit doors, she passed by the courts where she saw a ball bouncing out of the corner of her eye. Someone was playing a bit of basketball, but from what she gathered, they were all by themselves. She paused momentarily, glancing in through the windows to see a lone boy with a basketball. She'd not seen him around before, and though she wasn't one to be good a basketball, she decided that no one should have to play alone.

Opening the door, she walked inside, watching as he dribbled the ball around his legs, it seemed, moving pretty much no where. She raised an eyebrow, unfamiliar with this tactic. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the main goal in basketball to get the ball through the hoop?" She asked him with a small laugh as she stood back by the wall, now intrigued as to what it was that he was planning on doing. "I mean, I'm no expert or anything, but I'm fairly sure that's the point." She laughed quietly.

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Back home basketball and baseball really didn't get you noticed for a lot of things. It was all football and riding, if you could do either of those things you were known, if you could do both you were a god. Even though it wasn't very big where Noah grew up, his brother and him did play a little bit every now and then. One summer his father sent him to a camp, figuring that the ten year old would really do nothing but get in the way, he just signed him up and had one of the hands take him to the school gym every day at twelve and would pick him up at three thirtyish. Noah learned a lot that summer, how to get along with different types of people and how to play basketball. He wasn't exactly the best but he was one to be favored if on a team.

Still just dribbling the ball around him feet making sure he still could pass from left to right and back again without any faults. That didn't always happen even for the pros, but working on it never hurt. Shooting straight up, working on his back spin as the ball left his hand, it would help the ball make its way into the net . Even though he was right handed he shot with his right, something that him and his brother both did. The sixteen year old swung around to face the doorway. There stood a girl, with her arm in a cast. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the main goal in basketball to get the ball through the hoop?" A smile cracked across Noah's face. "Why yes, yes it is but how are you going to get to the hoop if you can't dribble?" The slight little smile escalated in to a big toothy grin. At this point the boy was proud of himself for making, in his opinion, a very valid point.