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Delilah was spending the day doing something she loved. She was spending the day with a few of the kids from a childrens home she worked closely with. She had always been fond of children, even wanted some of her own. Which was why she was so keen to help any child in need in anyway she could. She travelled abroad at times to less developed countries, visiting the kids, reading to them and helping with their learning. It was something that the young woman felt was her duty. She herself had a relatively great upbringing and she thought it was only right that every child was given the same chance to do so. She made it her duty to do at least one thing a month to help them out. With her hectic job, it was sometimes hard to get time off which was unfortunate because she had become less active since she had gotten into the industry.

But despite her now busy schedule, there she was in downtown LA on a basketball court with a handful of young children. She was fairly sporty, but even she had to admit it was effort to keep up with the little ball of energies. They were a talented group of children, Delilah knew they could achieve so much. But they believed where they came from and their background handicapped them from achieving their best. Most of the boys were already showing early signs of defeat, they were getting into trouble, hanging out with the wrong crowd. It was a shame to see a life wasted so effortlessly. Her workload meant she had less time to travel abroad to visit the children she had spent the most time with, but it also meant she got more familiar with the kids around the neighborhood. It meant she was able to help more as she was quite literally a drive away to help with any problem. It also meant she was able to give the older ones better opportunities due to the contacts she had acquired during the industry. It was a win win situation really.

"Alright, time to watch the master at work" she joked teasingly to the group of widely spread children. She bounced the ball a few times, laughing at their comments of her being too old. She went on her tip-toes, imitating a pro basketball player and aimed for the hoop before throwing the ball towards it. She hoped the ball would go through the hoop but she knew it was a longshot, she couldn't make that distance. She watched as the ball flew, shielding her eyes as the sun glared at her. As she expected the ball went straight past the hoop, not even touching the backboard. She laughed and shook her head, the kids playfully mocking her 'master skills'. "Alright, alright." she said in a bid to calm them "clearly the wind is a lot stronger than we thought" she spoke before jogging in the direction the ball had flew in. The brunette stopped a few metres away, she searched for the ball still keeping an eye on the children however. She soon spotted it in the distance, near someone "Hey! Could you throw the ball?" she shouted as she raised one hand to shield her eyes from the beating sun to get a better look at the person.

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[tavin]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]525 WORDS FOR DELILAH i forgot to make it pretty, but its fixed now! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The young star was known for a lot of things, but a lot of people were unaware of his love for sports, he was always looking for someone to play some ball with, and though he'd come to the Park for a different reason completely, he loved to watch the children play on the courts while he talked business. It was an unexpected place for him to be, he found the most privacy there. The kids always treated him just like everyone else, they didn't care if he made movies for a living or if who his father was. Though he lived for the attention that he got, the screams were tiring sometimes. He couldn't measure how good silence felt sometimes. He watched as a brunette woman played with the kids, a smile on his face as he spoke on his cell phone with his manager. He had been suggesting he take a movie in the future about a singing teenage boy wanted to see his name in lights. It was a good option, after all he was very good at singing, but he'd never considered going to the studio and laying down some tracks, which by doing the movie would require him to do so. It was bad enough that his manager had signed him up for the music festival. She was looking at the bigger picture, he was a double threat and the world needed to know that Tavin J. Fox was not living in the shadows of his father, that he could be more. Talking to his manager felt like running fingers down the chalk board. He ran his fingers through his back swept hair, leaning forward on a beach, his elbow on his knee, holding up his phone. "Look, I know it's a good option, stop trying to convince me." he sighed, "Just get the paper work together and sign me on." he said a little harshly, "We can send some videos of my singing and then do a casting call later this week." he suggested. The voice approved and with a long good bye he was off the phone, shoving it in his pants, he stood up, he was ready to leave, but fate had another plan for him, a basketball rolled right up to him, and hit his foot, he leaned down to pick it up, and the female that had been playing with the kids, was following after it, once it was in his hands, he did as she asked, "Think I could play?" he asked her with full awareness that it wasn't up to her, it was the kids game, it was the kids court. "Shoot some hoops with you." he said giving her that smile that girls went crazy for, though he wasn't trying to make a move on the woman, she was pretty, but he could tell that he was much younger than her, wasn't worth the attempt, he considered, then again ever since he'd been with Andrea, it seemed like he hadn't wanted to do anything with anyone, even Aalina was full of complaints as to the lack of interest he had in her. [/style]

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Delilah caught the ball with more ease than she would usually. She smiled gratefully and was about to wave in farewell when the boy, well he looked like a boy to her, asked to join the game. She hadn't expected that, taken a bit off guard, she paused in her tracks and wondered if she could really invite this stranger into their game. The children probably wouldn't mind, they were here to enjoy a game of a ball and wouldn't complain if she brought along an extra player. A player for who as far as she knew could be a whole better than her, something they probably wouldn't mind even more. Basketball had never been her forte, she was more of a baseball fan. Her fast ball was unbeatable. She shrugged her shoulder, why not? "Sure. I just hope you don't mind getting your ass kicked by a bunch of pre-teens and an old woman like me" she joked. She doubt she could beat him, unless he managed to be worst than her, but the children were fair game.

It wasn't until they reached the court did she realise that she did indeed recognise him from somewhere. Her job as art director meant she worked closely with crew members, she rarely interacted with the cast unless there was urgent problem with make-up or whatnot. Which was why it had taken a while for her to recognise Tavin from the recent movie she had been employed on. Due Date was now in post production, so she was done with that project for now but she was reassured by the familiar face. Even if it wasn't entirely familiar. But since he had worked on the movie, his credibility must be good and there was no harm in him perhaps being a bad influence on the children. The was the last thing she wanted. Despite the recognition, she didn't let on that she knew who he was. He was most likely looking for a break from all the hassle of the industry, it was understandable.

She held the ball firmly to her chest, keeping it in place with her left hand. "Guys, I hope you don't mind.. but I've bought a new player. Fresh pickens for anyone who wants him on his team" she asked, smiling over at the boy. "We deserve him, to make up for D" a girl piped up from the back, a girl whose team Delilah was suppose to be on "Hey! I'm not that bad" she defended herself, as the ball was taken from her. The incredulous look given to her in return by the girl made her laugh and shrug, she was indeed that bad. "Looks like you're on my team" she nudged him playfully. The kids had separated, creating new game plans. She used this as an opportunity to talk to Tavin, since more than likely she wouldn't be included in this unless. The only time she got a ball was by accident or because of her incredible height. "Are you any good at this or will you be standing near the sidelines like myself?" she asked.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]505 WORDS FOR DELILAH you get post number 40! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Hope filled his honey colored eyes, as he looked on to the woman for acceptance. He was a good ball player and he loved just kicking back and letting lose every once in a while, though on a more regular basis he didn't have the time to play as much as he'd like to. When she finally agreed, he smiled, "You won't regret it." he said licking his lips quickly. Joining up with the children, all of them were around the prime age of 10-13 and all of their faces were curious as he followed behind her. She explained that they had a new player, and the curiousness faded and was turned to excitement, "who wants me on their team?" he asked, echoing her question, and he laughed, when the girl piped up, his eyes looking onto the only other adult on the court, "Girl's got jokes." he said fighting back his chuckles. Though she protested in her defense, the ball was torn from her finger tips, as if she hadn't even bothered to even hold onto the ball at all, and she finally accepted defeat, and welcomed him to the team, he looked around at the youthful faces, and was reminded how different his life had been when he was their age. Where he had the endless supply of funds, these children were probably skipping meals because they couldn't afford it. Circumstances were such a rough idea. He couldn't help feel a ping of joy that not a single one of the children seemed to recognize him, that meant that they could have a ordinary game, where they weren't star struck and trying too hard to impress., he placed his hands on his hips, "I'm pretty good, but I don't wanna brag." he teased her. The woman too seemed uninterested in his celebrity stars, and he couldn't decide if she knew who he was or if she was pretending that she didn't for the sake of the game. "How often do you play with these kids?" he asked, he'd never been the charitable type and as he stood grounded in their presence of true poverty he urged to change that, taking a silent oath that he'd make a difference, not that anyone expected such things from him. "They seem like good kids." he replied softly. The generation that these kids were being brought up in were filled with technology and it was good to see the kids taking to the court for activities instead of looking for the internet for entertainment. "It's nice of you to do this for them." he replied, just the impact of a new player had made a world of difference, imagine how her showing up in the first place had been for them. He could feel the urge to call Andrea over and over again melt away and the sense of doing something important take over. He felt generous and giving for the first time in his life other than in his own private life that he never mentioned to a soul. [/style]

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