Who: Micah and OTA What: Smoking When: Early Evening Where: Outside the Hockey Rink Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
Smoke curled and twisted as it rose into the air from the end of his lit cigarette. He examined the smoke, watching it's upward path until it dissipated and then he started the process again, following it anew. The cigarette dangled loosely between his fingers until he brought it to his lips again, pulling the toxins into his lungs and then expelling them a short time later.
His back was flush with the wall, one leg bent at the knee, foot tucked under his ass. In his white t-shirt and jeans, he looked like a tattooed James Dean. Rebel without a cause. He was co-captain of the House Ice Hockey team and their try-outs were scheduled for Monday. He and the Captain were meeting here to go over their try-out routine. Most of the guys who had been on the team last year were returning, but they were losing some guys to graduation and would probably be gaining a couple of players from the new freshmen coming in this semester.
He inhaled again and then dropped the butt on the ground, moving his foot away from the wall to grind it out on the concrete. Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew a battered package of cigarettes and a lighter. He tapped a cigarette out of the packet before stuffing it back into his pocket. Lighting the cigarette he inhaled again and replaced the lighter. When he glanced back up, there was someone approaching.