[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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As she watched Jen attempt to receive the volleyball, Ratchet folded her arms, eyeing the ball's path. When the ball slipped out of Jen's arms, Ratchet didn't judge; after all, this was Jen's first time.

Ratchet shrugged. Ever since [i]THE ACCIDENT,[/i] Ratchet wasn't very handy at these two-arms-required things. That's why she doesn't play golf or something. She placed the key into the slot, locking her wheel in place, then clasped her right hand over the stationary wheel. [i]At least it won't hurt as much; my false arm doesn't have nerve endings...[/i]

"Hey, I'll give it a go," Ratchet said. "Again. I'm going to get creamed, mind you, but hey, any bit of fresh air is good. You know, we had a unit on this at my middle school. I was a pretty meh player (partially 'cause P.E. wasn't my most interesting class). Though I suppose I can handle a serve."

She copied the stance that Meifeng had shown her, refreshing her vague, piecemeal memory of the game's (very basic) technique.