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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 935570" data-attributes="member: 10680">Court, Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002"Hmm, you know how I feel about that. If it weren't you, I'd say all this mountain-stuff was just a load of horse-crap." Gus puts away his cigar and starts rolling up his sleeves. "Let's get going then."Just as Leo makes his first moves on the court one of the arena attendents drops by, but Gus quickly takes care of the young man. For a moment, Leo has the vague feeling that he's being observed, but he doesn't see anyone. The feeling vanishes as quickly as it came, although it doesn't disappear entirely.Gus enters the court and starts throwing Leo some balls, long passes that are off by a few yards or short balls that he throws with quite high velocity. He doesn't talk, but just watches Leo intently.While Leo works it out, he tries to ignore anything going on around him, just focussing on his body and on the motions he's putting it through, exhausted as it is. The sweat makes his hands slippery and sometimes gets in his eyes, but Gus is quite relentless and keeps on pushing the young athlete. A few times he can actually feel like he's being pulled into the mountain landscape again, until the moment that Gus aims a ball just a foot astray from the basket and Leo goes up to tip it in.A cold wind runs past Leo's bare torso, making him shiver from his own sweat. He can hear the sound of his own heavy breathing, but not much else. His surroundings are pure white at first, and then take on the shapes of sky, mountain and robes. Flowing white robes, wrapped around a small, old man whom Leo recognised. The man's composure is perfectly calm, unhindered by the cold. "Yes, that is much better... Stand and breathe, catch your breath for a while."OoC: Leo</blockquote>

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