I against I & me against you

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Characters: Kevin Smith & -insert name here-
Format: ACKSHUN!
This log is: o p e n
Location: outside the dorms
Summary: Kevin's working through some of his inner demons by doing the one thing he knows best. Play tennis.
Warnings: Possibly some swears, to be updated as needed.

[Anyone wandering out of their dorm and into the courtyard will hear the strange, consistent echo of something smacking against something else in an almost rhythmic beat.

If you bother to search for the source, you'll find Kevin in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a tennis racket in hand off to the side of the central building. The source of the noise? It would be that tennis ball he's continuously smacking back against the wall. This otherwise ordinary scene is broken, however, by how violently he's doing it. If you didn't know better? You'd think he was trying to crack someone's skull open with how hard he's hitting that dang ball. Wonder what his problem is...]

Comments

[trollofthree]

Sure, why not?

[other than him not being able to play tennis beyond a few casual games as a kid but. Hey, whatever.]

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[Oh this'll be good. Kevin hits it one last time before catching the rebounding ball with his hand. That finished, he turns to look at Gino with... an amused stare? Yeah, he's definitely amused.]

I've got a couple spare rackets in my bag. [Have him jerk a thumb over his shoulder to a bench where said bag sits.] We can head to the gym for an actual court or just do some rallying here.

[trollofthree]

Here's fine. [he follows the gesture, crossing to the bench and rummaging through Kevin's things until he can free another racket from the bag.

When he walks back over, he isn't holding it right at all, but he's still grinning.]

You gonna go easy on me?

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[... the face he gives Gino, it speaks volumes.]

Handle, Gino. It's there for a reason.

[trollofthree]

Ah, right. [he adjusts his grip. It's almost correct now.] Like this?

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[The frown, it continues. Tucking his own racket under his arm and the ball into his pocket, Kevin comes over and tugs the racket from Gino's hand.]

Now hold your hand out as if you're going to shake mine.

[trollofthree]

[does so, still looking as cheerful as before.]

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[Kevin will just place the handle into his hand properly and closed the other's fingers around it. Clearly, this is very srs bzn.]

This is called the Eastern Forehand grip. It's probably the easiest for you to remember so if you forget, you're beyond help. [He'll then bring the hand up so Gino can memorize the positioning. ... if he bothers to.] When you play, use your hips and knees, not just your upper body. Okay?

[trollofthree]

[he steps back and waves the racket around, getting used to the grip. A few times, he switches hands and then finds the grip again, until he's sure it's workable.]

Got it! [a grin for Kevin~!] Hey, let's just play, and I'll see what I do wrong. C'mon!

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[... and the bastard is going to try and be ambidextrous. Kevin smirks a little at that and nods.]

Fair enough. [And then he'll move back a couple feet and pull the ball from his pocket.] Ready?

[trollofthree]

Yep. [despite the fact that he is totally prepared to lose, there's an edge of competition in his expression anyway. He can't help it.]

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[Kevin's skeptical but he doesn't say anything as he bounces the ball twice before tossing it lightly and giving Gino an underhand serve. They can start off easy because Gino's new to this and it's just a rally.]