Post by yoshitaki akiyama on Apr 24, 2014 12:45:54 GMT -5
THE PERFECT WORDS THAT I'VE NOT SPOKEN
While other prisoners ran around the court making fools of themselves with exercise and the hopes of working out their frustrations through one of the acceptable activities that were allowed out in the recreational court, Yoshitaki had something slightly different in mind. Sprawled out in the sunlight he listened to the sounds of a basketball hitting the ground and feet scuffling across pavement. Honestly he probably would have joined them at some point. But for now the prospect of running after a bright orange rubber ball wasn't really something he was in the mood for at the moment though.
The sun felt too good on his skin and the air smelled as fresh as it was ever going to while being locked up in prison. Sure the smell of desperation, anger and fear lingered in the air but he wasn't worried about that. From somewhere farther away than he could see there was also the faint smell of flowers and fresh water. Combined with the sunlight he felt lazy. Then again that could also have been taken for some sight of weakness. The refusal to prove himself by pitting himself against the bodies of others in a game that literally involved running from one end of the blacktop to the other hadn't really stirred his instincts.
The only time he even acknowledged the fact that there were other people in the area was the few times the ball got away from them and came rolling towards the lazed out man. He'd grumble and even hiss at them until they moved away, most of them blocking the sunlight that he absolutely craved. He knew that the time they got outside was limited and he was going to be damned if he wasted any of it on something he didn't care about.
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The sun felt too good on his skin and the air smelled as fresh as it was ever going to while being locked up in prison. Sure the smell of desperation, anger and fear lingered in the air but he wasn't worried about that. From somewhere farther away than he could see there was also the faint smell of flowers and fresh water. Combined with the sunlight he felt lazy. Then again that could also have been taken for some sight of weakness. The refusal to prove himself by pitting himself against the bodies of others in a game that literally involved running from one end of the blacktop to the other hadn't really stirred his instincts.
The only time he even acknowledged the fact that there were other people in the area was the few times the ball got away from them and came rolling towards the lazed out man. He'd grumble and even hiss at them until they moved away, most of them blocking the sunlight that he absolutely craved. He knew that the time they got outside was limited and he was going to be damned if he wasted any of it on something he didn't care about.
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KITTY OF GS