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Post by Mark Bennett on Sept 20, 2013 15:15:33 GMT -6
Squinting skywards as he appeared with a pop into brilliant sunshine, Mark couldn't help but smile to himself as he looked around the 'straight-from-a-Hollywood-movie-scene' location of his younger brothers 'work'. 'One of us is in the wrong job...' he thought to himself as he walked towards the gym where he'd arranged to meet his brother, wishing he'd thought to bring some sunglasses, which were the last thing on his mind as he apparated from rainy London. (ooc. Hope this is ok Emma  |
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Post by Zac Bennett on Sept 20, 2013 15:27:54 GMT -6
((ooc: It was great, Telle, and yay for the Bennetts!))
"Yeah I'll see you tomorrow, man," Zac clapped a couple of his team mates on the shoulders as they passed him on the way out of the gym. With that morning's training session out of the way, he said he was staying behind to shoot some hoops, get in some extra practice etc. Because explaining he was meeting his older brother here would prompt questions like "Wait, your brother's in town?" and then things would go pear-shaped when they pried more and realised Zac didn't even live in town but in fact on a whole different continent. The respective UK and US Ministries had worked something out for his sake but they had cautioned Zac that the less he revealed about his personal or family life to his new team mates, the better. He wasn't about to ruin it all.
Which is why he was glad that Chad and Taylor were long gone by the time the gym door swung open to reveal his older brother. "Bro!" he called out from the other side of the court, one hand raised in the air in greeting as the other clutched a basketball against his side. "You apparated okay then?" Obviously. "I did actually bring beer too but who knows if it's up to your discerning tastebuds," he teased easily. It had been too long since they'd been able to hang out properly between Zac's weird schedule and Mark's work commitments and, truth be told, he really missed him.
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Post by Mark Bennett on Sept 21, 2013 5:48:06 GMT -6
Rolling his eyes, Mark nodded his head "Yes Mum, I apparated just fine. I counted all my hairs, didn't leave a single one!" he teased Zac as he crossed over to where he was, pulling his little brother in for a 'bro-hug'.
"I swear to god you've been standing in a gro-bag, you're nearly as tall as me Zaccykins" Mark smirked as he held his brother at arms length to get a good look at him, he'd really missed him & it seemed like every time he saw him, he grew another inch.
Letting his brother go, Mark looked around the gym & shook his head in disbelief, glad that Zac had ben able to do what he loved so much, just like Mark had. It made him smile that they were both so different. "You doe good, kid" he said sincerely, before holding his hand out for a beer.
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Post by Zac Bennett on Oct 4, 2013 8:24:02 GMT -6
((ooc: Ah I suck at posting, I'm sorry! But here something finally!))
“Alright, alright,” Zac grinned at his brother’s teasing of him, turning into a laugh as he was pulled towards Mark for a hug, a manly hug obviously, complete with copious back-slapping as they parted from it.
“Well, it’s a good thing I think, otherwise my career as a pro basketball player would be seriously difficult,” he commented offhandedly. It was true, though, that he had pretty much shot up a good few inches since he’d graduated from Hogwarts. He’d never been short per say but against the height of his brother, he’d never really measured up; he’d always be ‘Squirt’ but at least now it wasn’t so accurate in terms of his height, comfortably 6 foot 2 as he now was.
Walking over to the stands where his gym bag was he grabbed the beers from it, handing one to his brother, “Thanks man,” he smiled as he followed his brother’s gaze and nodded to himself, “Yeah, I know, I’m lucky… I still can’t really believe this is happening.”
He absently wandered over to the basketball trolley and grabbed one, bouncing it with his right hand as he considered this, “Can I say something, just between you and me? I… I’m not sure any more. About all this. Obviously I know I’m living the dream, I know that, but… it’s knackering. My body does not know what time it’s on anymore, I miss home, and I’m not sure how long I can keep pretending to my team mates that I live here when I never seem to mention what I do outside of this gym. So mostly they just think I’m a weird kind of recluse who practically lives for basketball. And before you say it, yeah yeah I know that’s true-“ he laughed.
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