Who: Shinji and {OPEN} When: After Lucifer mentions creating a sports/training area. Where: At the sports/training area, Niflheim. Rating: PG (will be changed if necessary) Warnings: None as of yet Summary: Shinji feels like killing time and attempting to relax and take his mind off of things.
After Lucifer had commented saying that he would 'make' a sports area for them and the surprise had subsided, Shinji had left his room in search of where this area might be. After finding it (and a basketball), he had entirely intended on shooting a few hoops with the primary aim of taking his mind off a number of things that were currently troubling him. Bouncing the ball against the ground several times, Shinji turned his attention towards the hoop, brown eyes studying it carefully. It wasn't that he didn't want to play (he did), it was that he couldn't seem to muster any energy. He supposed it could be that he didn't have anyone to play with, or, more likely, it was simply that standing in the middle of an empty court simply reminded him of who he used to play with, particularly Shuya. He wondered how 'Wild Seven' was doing - had done - the game was probably over by now, right? He hoped, that out of everyone, Shuya would have won. He was a good kid after all, but... He'd always been a bit spacey and even if Shinji would have liked for Shuya to have survived (out of all those left alive when he, himself, had died), he wasn't convinced it would have happened; he would have had Kiriyama and Kawada to contend with, after all.
After bouncing the ball a few more times, Shinji caught it and aimed at the hoop. It circled the rim a few times before dropping in. Screwing his nose up, Shinji shook his head and walked lazily after the ball to retrieve it. That should have been a straight goal. Being preoccupied wasn't a good sign. Picking the ball up, he spun it on the tip of his index finger, thinking. He still couldn't work out what he thought of the people he was on a team with; they seemed to be an eclectic bunch, which in and of itself didn't surprise him, but... He wasn't convinced there was anyone he'd become vaguely close. Having browsed the public network, his opinion of the other team was more or less similar, although they seemed to trusting, too willing to accept things without question. He wasn't convinced they were all fools however, and whatever game they might be playing, he still didn't think he would be inclined to like any of them that much. Perhaps he was just overly cynical. Whatever, that was just from the public network. He got the impression however, that attempting to hack would be a foolish idea, but it wasn't something he was going to mention to anyone. He half expected that if nothing of interest happened over the next few days, he'd see if there was anything hidden within the network.
He wondered what his Uncle would have said about the whole thing. He would have been disappointed, Shinji was sure, that his nephew was on the side of hell. He understood why there wasn't a neutral side, but it was a side in which Shinji would have fit so much more. Dropping the ball to the ground, he dribbled it, glancing up once at the hoop and shooting again. Perhaps he'd relax the more he played.