Practice makes perfect (Open)

[Kyerin]

The school year still hadn't technically started; however, considering that classes were coming up fast, the numbers of students on campus was increasing rapidly. First years were wandering around in awe, checking out where their classes could possibly be, and what was offered on the island, while the older students regrouped with their school friends and settled back into their niches.

*Crack*

The sound of the ball being struck by a racket at high speed shattered the silence of the gym, the orb being rocketed across the air and striking the square that was diagonally from its origin. Located at the original location of the sphere was a young man who inspected the strike through lens, taking a moment to adjust the glasses on his nose before reaching into the basket at his feet to withdraw another tennis ball, ready to repeat what had just occured.

He had spent all day the prior day taking care of the paperwork for the SFF, making sure that the office set aside for them was still reserved for him, and made plans about who to make the representatives for each grade. It was tedious deskwork, but necessary, and now he was getting the break he needed.

A well placed toss left the ball hovering at just the right height for him to smash the raquet into it, sending it blazing into the opposite court. As far as he knew, which was pretty far, there was no tennis club... maybe he could create one. That way, he'd have people to compete against, instead of spending his time practicing his serve with no real on-hands experience with what to improve. It would be nice to have some company, or someone to play against.

[suki]

Walking into the gym, Felicity looked around in wonder. It was so big! Really, it was huge. But what to do?
Wandering around a little bit, she awkwardly pulled her hair back at the nape of her neck- worried that it would get in her way otherwise. "Anybody here...?" she asked out loud- her familiar accented voice bouncing off of the walls.

Huh. She thought there would be dozens of people in here, considering it was fairly late and everybody should be done with whatever they had to do. Was there a closing time other than curfew for the gym? That would be silly, and if it was closed- why was the door practically wide open?

Crack!

The sound startled her to a point where she almost fell over her own foot in front of her. Okay. Someone was here, that was determined.
But who was it?
Trying to make her heartbeat slow down by taking slow, deep breaths- she wandered around a little more, her eyes carefully scanning the area.

She wasn't used to those kind of frights!

[Kyerin]

Another crack resounded through the gym as the young man slammed the projectile cross court. And another, as he repeated the action with the next tennis ball. And another, and another, and another, coming at a regular interval, in a cycle of getting a ball, taking a brief moment to prepare, serving it hard, seeing what happened, before starting over again.

Finally, the basket at his feet was empty, leaving tennis balls strewn across the court he was on, leaving him breathing heavily, but feeling satisfied at letting out all of that pent up energy from sitting around doing nothing. It would hopefully get better in a few days, when more students were out here, and he could hopefully play against someone. He felt a bit rusty after the month long winter break.

Kyerin reached up, wiping the small accumulated sweat from his brow, and prepared to go collect the tennis balls when he noted that there was another figure in the large gym, a girl, one that was younger than him, though not by much. He smiled a bit, waving towards her, considering that she looked lost and frightened (thank goodness he had his glasses on). "Hello," he stated, simply leaving it at that, considering that she would probably ask about things... him, this place, what he was doing. And he would address those in time, as she asked.

[suki]

She blinked before she saw the other person in the gym, placing her hands on her hips. He looked older than her, but not by much- maybe a year or so. "Hello." she said slowly, never liking the terms "hey" or "hi"- even though she knew them.
Looking him in the eyes, and then to the tennis racket, the wall and then back to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked crossly, her soft voice not matching the tone. It was obvious he was..hitting a ball with a tennis raquet-she wasn't stupid- but why? Wasn't that normally a two-player game? Oh no, she wasn't going to ask his name first. She wanted to know what he was doing!

[Kyerin]

Kyerin couldn't help blinking, a bit surprised by the girl's harsh tone, despite the innocent question. A small part of him, deep in the back of his mind, told him to respond in turn, to point out that he was hitting balls with a tennis raquet, which was painfully obvious due to the instrument in his hand and the number of tennis balls littering the court around him. However, considering how he was probably older (there were students here who were a lot older than their appearance gave away), he would be the bigger man... person... student.

"Practicing my serve; I felt a bit rusty after the break, and if I'm going to play against someone once people get settled in, I should get warmed up first," he politely responded, resting the raquet on his shoulder as he looked at her. "And might I ask what exactly you are doing?"