Who: Ghost OTA What: Kicking a ball around a bit. When: Saturday Morning Where: Behind the Haven Warnings: Probably Language. Others TBD
It was a rare right seeing Justin out of his room for something that wasn't a team meeting, therapy session, or training so it might have been a surprise to some to find him in the backyard Saturday morning. Dressed in shorts and t-shirt, he seemed lost in thought as he juggled a soccer ball. He bounced the ball off his knees, his feet, his head, over his shoulder, and pulled a few tricks too. Apparently Justin was good at that.
Oblivious to anyone that may have been watching or approaching, the young man was off in thought. The whole business with the Cure, the affected Havenites, what had happened with Ruth, and a few other things had been bothering him. Of course what he'd been told during his last therapy session was at the front of his mind. He wasn't thrilled to be told he had some kind of disorder and was much less thrilled to be told he had to take pills on top of the therapy. He wasn't happy about it but he still went along with it. The pills were helpful in a way. He didn't feel that unexplained anxiety he'd been feeling and was rather pleased to find he could actually hold his gun without his hand shaking horribly again. They didn't do much to cheer him up like he thought they might but they helped in another way.
Bouncing the ball off his head, Justin missed the follow up kick. Frowning slightly, the blond pushed his hair back and watched the ball roll away a bit.
"I need a haircut," he muttered before walking towards the ball to pick it back up.