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Post by Shane Phillips on Feb 26, 2007 5:00:04 GMT 7
You could take the boy out of the rough, but you couldn't take the rough out of the boy.
Of course, it was freezing outside, but there was no snow on the ground at the moment, and Shane was bored. So what had he done? He'd grabbed his old skateboard and made his way to the park. There weren't that many people out here today, which was okay with him. It gave him more room to roll. Some of his old high school buddies boarded, but not as much as Shane had. Most of the had drivers- as did Shane's family, but skating was a part of his childhood that he was far from willing to let go of. Of course it wasn't as previlant in the streets of Orange County as it was in any normal place, but hey- he didn't mind.
He rolled down the sidewalk of the park, looking this way and that for any sign of a person he may recognize from around the campus, but there was no such luck just yet. It took time for these friendships to form, and time he had. He couldn't help but notice that it was a beautiful day, despite the temperature. The sun was shining bright, the clouds were so puffy, the kid in him wanted to go take a running jump into them. But there was only so much a boy could do, and he was no superman.
He looked back down to the pavement, hands in the pockets of his baggy-ish jeans, chewing on the inside of his lip for the sake of something to do.
God he was bored.
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Post by Aare Cabot on Mar 2, 2007 4:40:19 GMT 7
Sure, she could have recited her lines at the library or at the theater in school, but she wanted to be outside. After two hours cooped up in the school building, Aare was more than happy to get out of there. She wanted to go outside, even if it was freezing out there, at least it was sunny out. Weird how the sun could be out and yet the temperature outside could still be negative a million degrees. The recently dyed brunette put her brown hat on her head and ventured out into the open. Outside, breathing in meant inhaling air so cold it felt like icicles and exhaling smoke. Well, not really smoke; more like water vapors, but it sure did look like smoke. The young blonde’s green eyes canvassed the area around her. Hmm… it’s cold. I should be getting home… but I don’t want to. Not yet, at least, She thought to herself. Blinking ahead, the brunette decided on going to the park. Sure, it might have been just as cold there, but she was wearing black tights, a black shirt, a sheer dress over that, plus a small yellow belt, her beige and black long wool jacket and black fingerless gloves. Golden heels clicked against the cement path as Aare walked around the park, looking for a bench to sit on. She quickly found one and sat down. She had been holding a notebook to her chest, which inside had the lines to a music she had to memorize for class. Sitting down, she took out the notes and started reading it over. She had been deep in thought, trying to remember the words when she heard the sound of wheels against pavement. “Damn,” she said softly to herself. She had been wanting some alone time to memorize everything she needed to for class.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 2, 2007 20:33:55 GMT 7
There was no question that Shane was very concentrated on what he was doing. His eyes were focused on the pavement, and he could swear his board was making funny noises. It's not like it hadn't done that before, but it seemed to be getting worse and worse progressively. Ah well, he was sure it was nothing to be worried about.
He carried on on his merry way, taking his hands out of his pockets and shoving them into the large pocket at the front of his hoodie. Despite the utter frigid weather, it was a nice day out. The sun was shining, the birds were singing- god he sounded like Mary Poppins. He laughed to himself at that thought, but utter panic hit when he heard a rather loud...you could say... 'KURSH'. Before he knew he was doing it, Shane was flying through the air away from his broken skateboard on the ground. His landing wasn't exacly soft, but at least it was in the last snowbank in New York.
"Owwww." He groaned, pushing himself out of the cursed, jagged precipitation and holding his shoulder. NOT a good place to land. And...the simple fact that he had just flown three feet was slightly embarassing. He looked around him to see if anybody had seen and noticed a girl sitting over on the park bench. He could only hope she had been just as focused on her papers ten seconds ago...
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