Enter the Zone

Independent Aomine Daiki RP blog Aomine Daiki [ Former ] ↳ キセキの世代 ↲ < male || 17 || 185 || #3 || PF || Vorpal Swords > Please take a moment to read the rules and glance over the biography for information before rping. M!A| none R-Status | single pringle !EXTRA GAME AOMINE!

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He shook his head. “No, I’m only a second year.” Surely it would have been more surprising if he said he was a first year in high school. But now he was in the neutral zone, making that statement less and less impressive through the coming years. Really he’s looking forward to graduating and moving on in life though. the work they have him do in high school is just plain stupid. Somehow even without doing a lot of the work he still has good enough grades to play ball. It’s interesting really.

Aomine just had to laugh at that question. Advance classes? Him? He’d rather not. “Oh no, I’m just here for some basketball camp a friend told me about.”

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“A second year, huh?” She was sure fooled with his appearance. Then again, things weren’t always as they seemed. But all that aside, she decided to give him the benefit of doubt on all things considered. Perhaps it was here when more curiosity sparked, but she supposed she could get to know him more over lunch. Her stomach growling rather loudly was embarrassing enough. “What school are you attending?” Surely, wherever this guy attended must have a good basketball team.

“Anyway, I’m about to head to a campus cafeteria. Would you like to come along?”

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"Uh, yeah." Well, he hasn't exactly started his second year though, but he did go up from his first year. So technically he was a second year. Hearing her stomach growl he blinked, looking away and chuckling under his breath. He didn't really know her, so he tried to hide his rude laughing at. "I go to Touou Academy." Since they scouted him the team has certain come together. But they have lost a few of their starters and third years since the passing graduation season.

Hearing the question he didn't even know where the cafeteris was. "Um, sure." Guess he could get lunch himself then.

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Oh the nostalgia of this kind of scene. Daiki kind of cowering while Tetsu stared at him with his emotionless eyes. Clutching the orange sphere to his chest he sighed, putting on a crooked smile. “So what are you doing here?” The basketball player put the ball under one arm, looking down at his shorter friend. In all honesty he didn’t expect the phantom to be here at all. Only makes the memory feel like it’s happening all over again.

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›› Stoic body and stoic face for a boy who was feeling revolutions in his insides, memories of the past were coming back but now things were different, they were more mature and also more skilled than before. “I was out for a walk.” Maybe destiny wanted them to meet again in the courts like the friends they used to be, when basketball was still something they practiced from heart and for fun, the most basic and essential values.

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seirinshade​

The times when basketball was all about having fun and just being able to play on the same court together. As expressionless as the power forward was, his thoughts were very indepth and complicated. But with the pleasant memories came more of the conflicting ones. Such as realizing that basketball wasn't fun anymore, or when he confronted Tetsu about some less than happy thoughts. Unconciously the tanned teen made a distressed noise, running a hand through his deep blue hair. "Just out for a walk? Man, you walk to some interesting places," Daiki let out a soft chuckle.

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“Just Aomine is fine. I’m younger after all.” The teen looked down at Miharu. People often mistook him for a student at uni, especially with his height allowing him to tower over people quite easily. The basketball player blinked. “A law major? That’s cool.” He’s always had a sort of interest in law and that field. Perhaps a more far off branch would be detective work. It was that kind of work that made him interested.

He gave a shrug. “I was on time. So there’s no harm done.” It would have been a completely different story had he been late.

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“Younger? Am I okay to think you’re a third year then?” It wasn’t long since she had graduated, the previous year being a pivotal point of her life where she had to decide whether she should stay or go back to America. And she chose to stay, for Japan was not only interesting, but she also had family there. Besides, it wasn’t like her twin brother was home either and the younger brother could just come visit her during school breaks and holidays. “Yes. I’m studying to become a prosecutor.”

Shifting the subject from her, she asked him with curiosity. “So what was it that a high school student is in university like this? Did you have some advanced classes?”

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He shook his head. "No, I'm only a second year." Surely it would have been more surprising if he said he was a first year in high school. But now he was in the neutral zone, making that statement less and less impressive through the coming years. Really he's looking forward to graduating and moving on in life though. the work they have him do in high school is just plain stupid. Somehow even without doing a lot of the work he still has good enough grades to play ball. It's interesting really.

Aomine just had to laugh at that question. Advance classes? Him? He'd rather not. "Oh no, I'm just here for some basketball camp a friend told me about."

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                                           my ghostly shadow to the lukewarm gloom                                                  nightly dance of bleeding swords                                                        reminds me that I still live

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Good job in almost bumping into her Aho. Squatting down he picked up her notebook and gave it to her. As it was kind of his fault that she dropped it in the first place. “Aomine.” He spoke, giving her the answer to the blank in her question. “And you’re… Miharu??” Guess it was just ironic that they both weren’t sure on each other’s names. Makes for conversation though. “Sorry for running off before. I was in a rush to make it somewhere on time.” To which he barely made it.

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“Thank you, Aomine-san,” she politely replied, receiving back her notebook. She was at least grateful that he wasn’t one of those people who would curiously try to peek in it. She cast another glance at the guy, brown hues making contact with navies as she stashed the notebook back into her bag. “Yes, I’m Miharu, Yamaguchi Miharu. I’m a first year law major.”

With a better understanding of his name, she shook her head as a small smile took its place upon her lips. “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to hold you back, I hope you made it on time to wherever you had to go.”

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"Just Aomine is fine. I'm younger after all." The teen looked down at Miharu. People often mistook him for a student at uni, especially with his height allowing him to tower over people quite easily. The basketball player blinked. "A law major? That's cool." He's always had a sort of interest in law and that field. Perhaps a more far off branch would be detective work. It was that kind of work that made him interested.

He gave a shrug. "I was on time. So there's no harm done." It would have been a completely different story had he been late.

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Getting to the camp he was stared at for a bit. Seems people knew who he was and his track record as a member of the Generation of Miracles. He himself just wanted something to pass time, but with the coaches too staring at him he sighed, running a hand through his hair. But it seems the college players were more focused on getting along with the camp so that they can start playing ball.

Once camp was out he walked through the college campus, looking around at the large buildings and wide areas. So this is what a college looked like huh? There was always the question of what college he would go to after high school. The thought lingered but he never really chose one. Almost bumping into someone again he looked down, noticing it was that girl from before. What was her name? Miharu? Maharu?? Whatever it was, he doesn’t really remember.

“Oh, hey again.”

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She texted her cousin, a freshman as well and a business major, asking if there were things going on in the campus. Her question was not left unanswered, finding out about sports related activities as usual. It wasn’t anything related to her, considering that was about way off from her pursued studies. As the thirty minute break passed, she was off to her next class and another, ending just a little bit after midday.

At least there wasn’t anything that was due the next day, except that constant reminder to start drafting a possible court case situation thing. But putting that aside, she wasn’t exactly looking ahead of her (making her way through the crowd while preoccupied with something else like her phone was a skill she mastered after the first day) that it wasn’t until she almost bumped and dropped her notebook before she looked up. Ah, it’s him. She was sure she met him just a while ago, but why couldn’t she remember his name.

“Ah, hello again. Ao-something, right?”

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Good job in almost bumping into her Aho. Squatting down he picked up her notebook and gave it to her. As it was kind of his fault that she dropped it in the first place. "Aomine." He spoke, giving her the answer to the blank in her question. "And you're... Miharu??" Guess it was just ironic that they both weren't sure on each other's names. Makes for conversation though. "Sorry for running off before. I was in a rush to make it somewhere on time." To which he barely made it.

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Daiki didn’t realize he was being antsy and a bit rude. Especially when he was lightly tapping his foot against the concrete beneath. “Just have a place to be.” A place that could possibly change his b-ball game and increase his skill. You know, something all aspiring players want in life.

Taking the piece of paper he looked down at it. Observing the name and number. Folding it quickly he shoved it into his pocket, maybe to be seen at a later time by the tanned male. “I’m Aomine. Yeah, maybe.” After that he took off for the gym, really going to be late for this camp.

Pretty soon he was out of sight, his light steps not being heard anymore.

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She didn’t want to hold him back anymore, not wanting him to be late for whatever class he was in. But from one glance, Miharu was sure she could have mistaken him as one of those science majors, quite toned too. In short, a rare package. But she spoke naught, only taking into consideration his name.

Aomine. It suited him perfectly. But something told her he wasn’t a university student, maybe a third year? Then if he was, what would a third year do in a university like that? Was he one of those geniuses? 

Maybe she should ask if there were events going on in campus…

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Getting to the camp he was stared at for a bit. Seems people knew who he was and his track record as a member of the Generation of Miracles. He himself just wanted something to pass time, but with the coaches too staring at him he sighed, running a hand through his hair. But it seems the college players were more focused on getting along with the camp so that they can start playing ball.

Once camp was out he walked through the college campus, looking around at the large buildings and wide areas. So this is what a college looked like huh? There was always the question of what college he would go to after high school. The thought lingered but he never really chose one. Almost bumping into someone again he looked down, noticing it was that girl from before. What was her name? Miharu? Maharu?? Whatever it was, he doesn't really remember.

"Oh, hey again."

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Daiki kind of just stared back, not knowing what to really expect. He’s never met her before, not that he really could remember. If he did then it might have been in passing or something. “I guess it’s okay.” The teen replied just a tad rudely, still in a rush to get to the basketball course.

“I don’t know,” gives a shrug, sighing.

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She knew from his reply that he was mistaken. Perhaps she would have seen a glimpse of him– no. The chances were close to none. Seeing his impatience, she looked down on her watch, she also had another class to go to in about half an hour or so. “You look like in a hurry.”

The law major tore a piece of paper from her notebook, scribbling her name and number– a rare thing she did to strangers. “Here. I have somewhere else to go, but if you would want to meet up when you’re not busy, call or text me. The name is Miharu by the way.”

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Daiki didn't realize he was being antsy and a bit rude. Especially when he was lightly tapping his foot against the concrete beneath. "Just have a place to be." A place that could possibly change his b-ball game and increase his skill. You know, something all aspiring players want in life.

Taking the piece of paper he looked down at it. Observing the name and number. Folding it quickly he shoved it into his pocket, maybe to be seen at a later time by the tanned male. "I'm Aomine. Yeah, maybe." After that he took off for the gym, really going to be late for this camp.

Pretty soon he was out of sight, his light steps not being heard anymore.

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― intuitive-manager​

The day has come! Time to go shopping!! Getting out of bed the male got dressed, kind of excited to see what new shoes they had at the nike shop in town. Really, that was the thing he was looking foward too the most. Though that basketball store they had was pretty cool too. After he was all dressed and fairly presentable he walked out, whipping out his phone and texting Satsuki that he was on his way to the mall area. On his walk there he thought about those new Lebrons that were released and maybe getting those KDs that lowered in price recently. In no time he was at the mall and texted to his friend, "I'm here where r u?"

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AHO ;;

― iigniify

Deciding that he needed some tips on dunking the blue-haired teen trotted over to Kagami. He knew that the other light had some training from a pro, so maybe asking about what he learned would’t be too much. Tapping the other power forward on the shoulder he gave a lazy half-assed smile. “Hey Kagami, you got special training from that pro right? On dunking and stuff. Mind teaching me a thing or two.” Honestly if this was stubborn, not on the same team right now, Daiki, he would not have asked the other this. But given their circumstances, he was throwing that pride in his pocket for later.

                 —  THE ABRUPT QUERY WHICH SLIPPED OUT of other’s mouth made him to nearly loosen the grip ‘round the orange, circular object in kagami’s ｅｍｂｒａｃｅ; it was as unforeseen as a thunderstorm from the serene & clear sky. as he RETRACED, dunking not ever required any unusual talent — it only demanded practice. lots of it.

   ‘       and WHAT IF i refuse ?

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Instinctively wanting to reply with something rude and snarky he held himself back, tensing up physically. "Well I-!" Pausing for a moment he tried to think of words that didn't make him seem more ass-ish as he was already marked out to be. "Listen Kagami, I'm asking something simple. Or are you not good enough at dunking?? Oh, I see, then perhaps I shouldn't have asked you then. Maybe Kise is better to ask for something like this." Oh yes, perhaps this will do. Some childish taunting and lowering of status for the other power forward will make him answer Daiki. Hopefully, this plan could backfire.

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"I had a dream that I was a muffler last night. I woke up exhausted!"

“…” Stares at with a disappointed look. “No.”

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He must be dreaming or something. Cause last thing he checked, animals could not talk. This was one weird dream, if it was one. Gathering his thoughts back he noticed the cub was rolling his ball away. At this point too he was a good distance away. Grumbling to himself he ran after him, catching up in no time. As he quickly passed by he swept up the ball, grinning. “You can play with it if you can get it!” The teen declared loudly, he himself now running off with the prized orange ball.

Instead of just taking it and truly running off, maybe Daiki could turn this into a game for both of them. That way he wouldn’t be bored practicing.

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The ball was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Simba in a bit of a dumbfounded state for a few seconds before he realized what happened. “Hey! You cheated!” he called out as he raced after Daiki with a determined expression. Okay, so he didn’t really cheat, but it sure felt like it since they hadn’t set up any rules to the random chasing game the two were now playing, then again Simba supposed that he started it first by rolling the ball away so it was only fair. But of course he wouldn’t say anything about it. Picking up speed, the lion dashed after the human, closing in on him and hoping to take the ball back with him as a result. 

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"No I didn't, I got it from you fair and square!" Daiki dashed off, leaving the lion cub in the dust. After a bit though he purposefully slowed down, waiting for the other to catch up. "C'mon, you can't be that slow!" The basketball player taunted with a toothy grin, looking back over his shoulder to see where the ball of fur was behind him. At his full height, holding the ball up could easily keep the ball out of Simba's reach. So to level the playing field a little he lowered the ball down to where the cub could get it if he maybe jumped for it. Though Daiki wasn't sure what crazy stuff this talking lion could do.

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『 ǟɖɖɨƈȶɛɖ ȶօ ɮǟֆӄɛȶɮǟʟʟ 』:

― allavioletillusion​

Dribbling the ball back and forth the tanned male rushed forward, bending his knees before jumping. Slamming the ball into the hoop he landed, watching the rebound bounce off and roll over to his giant of a teammate. “Hey, Murasakibara! Mind tossing that over here?” Daiki shouted to the other, holding his hands up for the ball.

✗┆◢ ∞ мυяαѕαкιвαяα ∞ ◤┆✗ ———— :

                                                                                        It wasn’t so unusual to see Aomine playing Basketball at this hours… Even when they could already go or were free from the practices, he still came here to play and play and play… When the black pupils fell to face the orange ball, his huge body bent down to take it with one hand while with the other one he held his candies. The deep vowels of his teammate arrived to the shells of his ears, and the gigant approached him. ❝Why is Mine-chin istill here? Just playing alone?…❞ Atsushi wasn’t as dedicate as him or Midorima, who spent their free time playing one-one.

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Even if he was not into basketball games he was still into basketball. Playing one-on-one or just shooting hoops was a simple reprieve from boredom. Hearing the question from the taller other he sighed. "I just am, now pass me the ball." Now thinking about it he shouldn't have asked the giant to toss him the ball. He should have not been lazy and go over there himself. Now he might not get the ball back without some work involved.