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[MAXWELL DANE FOSTER]

<sup>Max dribbled the ball down the court, stopping at the three-point line near the far side and then lined up and took a shot, the ball flying through the air and swooshed perfectly into the hoop. He chased after it, catching it as it bounced out towards the grass and then dribbled it back towards the free throw line. He dribbled at the line as he lifted his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. He had started out in a hoodie but had soon took that off after how warm he had gotten so quickly. The sun was beating down on him and the breeze wasn’t so bad either, it felt nice on his sweaty skin, cooling him, but not enough for his body to keep it cool. He was two seconds from stripping his t-shirt off.

Hed been wearing those button up jogging pants and had taken them off leaving him in a matching pair of shorts cept without the buttons. Max started forward dribbling towards the hoop and took a leap up in a lay-up as he dunked the ball. Running he collected it again and started out further to see how far he could go.

Max was hoping this would jog his memory. He had woken up today and then… did something. He wasn’t sure. And he knew that he had told himself to remember something, but… it just wasn’t working. He felt like it should be easy that it was something he couldn’t have possibly forgotten. Obviously he was wrong about that. He thought maybe some hoop throwing would get the juices going. It gave him time to think and work through stuff in his mind. Maybe if he just let his mind go it would come to him. He was told once to do that… it never really worked but maybe it was because he was trying too hard to do it for it to happen. Oh well…

Max threw a few more hoops before making his way over to the small benches that were on the side. He took a seat and picked up the water bottle that sat there. Pulling the top up he took a long drink then squirted some of it over his face, shaking his head letting the water drops spray everywhere. That felt so good. He did it again repeating his action before using his shirt to wipe his face again and take another drink.

The bench was metal and warm from the suns rays hitting it all afternoon. He was glad his water wasn’t terribly warm. He set the bottle down next to him again and then leaned back, just letting himself cool down some before would head back out to shoot more hoops. His mind was still rather blank. It kind of sucked not being able to remember shit. It would be nice because usually that’s what made your mind go. But sometimes he just sat there with a blank look. It was like he was empty inside and he hated that feeling. He didn’t want to feel like on the inside he was nobody. If he was no one on the inside how could he be someone on the outside.

He closed his eyes resting his head back.</sup>

[RONAN AISLINN MACMIHINNY]

Why was Ronan out and about out here on St John's property? Well the tiny teen had gotten bored in her dorm room so she decided to go for a walk to clear her head a bit. The biggest problem Ronan was having as of late was over thinking things in her head which led to her forgetting the whole reason she was thinking about said things, which meant she got aggravated and repeated the process all over again. This process was a pain in the ass since she lost sleep making her a complete witch in the mornings. It was kind of like one of those never-ending vicious cycles that caused one to curl up inside themselves in fear of annoying another.

Anyway, she was out and about on the grounds enjoying the warm day that had sprung itself on the school. The past few days had been warm but they had also been really rainy which made for a yucky day. Being inside was one of Ronan's least favorite things because she would begin to think like she had been earlier. Being outside allowed her to run around, be a nutty five year old and have fun. As she walked around the grounds she had her iPod ear buds in her ears blaring all forms of rock music. Rock music was her Godsend because it helped her escape, well other than being outside. All of the emotion that was mixed into the music itself just made her relax.

Sighing, Ronan came to a stop when she noticed a bright orange basketball laying on the ground in front of her. Had she not been on planet Earth at that moment she would have simply tripped right over the ball and gotten hurt. That was another one of Ronan's little problems, she daydreamed all the time. Almost literally. If Ronan wasn't concentrating on doing something she was off in her own little dream land that she used to get away from reality. It started way back when she was little and had to find away to forget about the problems that her father had created within their family.

Shaking her head to snap out of her dream world, Ronan leaned down to pick up the basketball softly. She had to readjust the corset she was wearing and the jean shorts, dribbling the ball as she walked onto the court. Now, the corset she was wearing wasn't one of those 1700's-styled ones, it was a modern fashion corset that gave her some shape, but not a lot. Her black and maroon Doc Martins barely made any noise on the basketball court and she finally came to a stop in front of Max. "Is this one yours?" she said gently, giving a slight smile.