Soccer Time![SORA]

[takehiroryuga]

Takehiro found the soccer field easily enough. He walked around the field for a few minutes and sat down on some bleachers near the field. He put on the cleats he had been carrying from his room and grabbed a soccer ball under the bleachers. He began practicing his free kicks, each hitting the net softly. He had not played soccer in four months, but he still could play. Unfortunately, when he signed up for soccer, all the forward positions were filled. Luckly, he could play midfield almost as well as forward. He began practicing shots from midfield, most of them were hitting off the left side. Takehiro checked the wind, but there was none.
Hm, perhaps the other foot?
He had been kicking with his right foot but began practicing with his left. He took five shots, and all five went into the net. Bored with the midfield shots, Takehiro began practicing trick shots, all from midfield. Only four of the ten trick shots taken hit their mark with his left foot. With his right foor however, he hit the mark seven out of ten times.
Hm, that's odd. Eh, I've always been good with both feet; so this isn't such a big deal.
He began practicing headers, and ten out of ten times it went in.
Heh, maybe I should kick with my head.
He chuckled to himself and began running a few laps around the field. He had to get ready for practice.

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[takehiroryuga]

((OOC: it's not too short my post will be about three hundred))Takehiro saw someone looking at him, as was the custom of most people. He decided to stop when he got around to the other side of the field. He got around to that side in seven seconds.
I am getting slow...
He studied the brunette that was before him. The hair, the posture, the eyes, all of it looked familiar. Had he seen him in the orphanage? No, he would have remembered a name or at least associated one of insult as a nickname. He must have been around campus, and Takehiro just forgot to introduce himself.
"Hello, I am Takehiro Ryuga. Uh, have we met?"
He noticed a soccer ball balanced upon the boys head. Giving a mischeivous grin, he kicked the ball off of the boy's head and had it balanced upon his knee. Then, after a few seconds of kicking it up and down several times, he jumped and placed the ball back on the boy's head. He put his thumbnail in his mouth as if he was biting it.
Hm, he looks like he is from somewhere where the beach is easily accessible.
He pondered this thought for a few seconds and asked, "Um, excuse me, you are from an island, right?"
Hopefully, this information would bring about more information with which he could use to create a profile for this stranger. Creating profiles was a hobby for the lazily-dressed young man. It gave him an opportunity to learn things about people and learn their reactions to certain phrases, words,etc.
"Oh right, I am from Tokyo, Japan."
How did I forget to give my place of origin after I asked for his? That is not like me.
He continued studying the boy, trying to see if his reaction to these statements and actions would give him more data on the stranger.

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Sora was taken by surprise at how quickly the other boy had crossed the field to meet him, his speed was a little unnerving. Sure, the brunet Islander was fairly quick on his feet [you had to be when you were an avid sports player], but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from widening in surprise when the other boy appeared inches away from the spiky haired brunet. “Er…it’s nice to meet you Takehiro~! I’m Sora Hiroaki.

[/color]” He introduced himself with an easy-going grin, his bright eyes lighting up. Sora paused, bringing his index finger to his chin, tapping it twice before shaking his head, “No…I don’t think we’ve met before? Not officially at least, we’re both on the soccer team together, right?[/color]” Now that he thought about it, he’d definitely seen Takehiro before. They hadn’t had any real soccer practice with the team, but they’d gone and met with the captain and introduced themselves and then had left pretty much.

He barely had time to react as Takehiro side-swiped the soccer ball straight off of his head with his foot, bounced it around a few times before putting it back where it had previously been—atop Sora’s head. The 1st year blinked stupidly before tilting his head forward, letting the ball drop into his hands.

“Yeah, I am actually. I grew up on Destiny Islands—how’d you know…?[/color]” Sora’s skin was a darker color than most of the pale faces students running around Radiant Gardens but he wasn’t overly tan, so how had Takehiro known? Was he some sort of detective or something? Maybe he was a criminal justice major, or just overly observant, piecing together the various clues—wait, what clues? Other than Sora having a somewhat tanner complexion than most people here he didn’t really think that was enough to jump to the conclusion that he was an islander…

“Oh, so you’re from the big city then, huh? What’s it like there? The Islands are pretty laid back, this place is a lot more busy than Destiny Islands.[/color]” He laughed, feeling like a curious child, eager to hear more about a place he’d never been to. It was true, while Destiny Islands did attract a fair amount of tourists every summer despite that it was a quiet, peaceful place—no big skyscrapers, no flashing neon lights…nothing of the sort.[/div][/td]

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Tagged: Takehiro
Wordcount: 392
Notes: Blehh, sorry it's not so good x.x
Credit: JADE of FD & KU

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[takehiroryuga]

"Your tanner complexion obviously means you either are from an island or had just went to the beach. The complexion looks like it has been consistently hit with ultraviolet radiation. Oh, and I don't know. I lived in Tokyo, but never went outside. I felt like a tourist when we got on the plane. It stinks that we missed that tour. We wouldn't have had to map out the school personally that night."
Takehiro was forgetting something. Something important, he knew that.
Wait! I forgot to tell him about Ryuzaki!
"I have an older by a month brother named Ryuzaki. You probably won't see him at the games, but he will be there. He does not like people and is probably hiding somewhere at the games. I am proud of him though. He didn't hide during class; so that is a good sign. Perhaps he will actually gain a friend here. He needs them. Anyway, you look like you just either saw or experienced something that would be considered... odd. What happened?"
Deciding to play with the soccer ball once again, Takehiro grabbed it from the boy's hands and began trying to keep it off the ground with a mixture of feet, hands, and head.
"So, you live in mine and Ryuzaki's dorm, correct?"