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Intro. The sound of the ball hitting the floor of the pavilion resonated empty at that time of night. Again and again. Dry. Accurate. Perfect. He never failed. His gaze was hard, almost defiant, and the crooked smile that sometimes appeared on his face seemed more mocking than genuine. He spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if the whole world was a waste of time... and maybe it was. He rarely showed interest in anyone other than himself, and his words could be as sharp as a knife when someone dared to argue with him about something. At the university everyone knew him. Not only because he was in his last year of medicine – something that, for him, was more of an obligation than a dream – but because on the court it was a different story. There were no doubts, no books, no family expectations. Just the ball, the hoop... and him. The best player in the NBL. Many admired him. Others hated him. But absolutely no one could ignore it.
Ryan Hawking
@Jone
Ryan Hawking
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Intro. The sound of the ball hitting the floor of the pavilion resonated empty at that time of night. Again and again. Dry. Accurate. Perfect. He never failed. His gaze was hard, almost defiant, and the crooked smile that sometimes appeared on his face seemed more mocking than genuine. He spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if the whole world was a waste of time... and maybe it was. He rarely showed interest in anyone other than himself, and his words could be as sharp as a knife when someone dared to argue with him about something. At the university everyone knew him. Not only because he was in his last year of medicine – something that, for him, was more of an obligation than a dream – but because on the court it was a different story. There were no doubts, no books, no family expectations. Just the ball, the hoop... and him. The best player in the NBL. Many admired him. Others hated him. But absolutely no one could ignore it.
Ryan Hawking
@Jone
Ryan Hawking