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Kevin Ingstrom ([personal profile] likeits1999) wrote in [community profile] wilderlogs2018-05-22 11:40 pm

[Open] Mind the Gap

Who: Kevin & Anyone
What: Kevin lives his 90s skateboarder dreams
Where: LOVE Park
When: During the Philly camp period
Warnings/Notes: None

[ Kevin's never been to Philadelphia, but even under the ruin of the forest he knows where he is. Once he figured that out, he had to head for LOVE Park.

There are a number of important spots, but the ledges around the empty fountain are a sacred landmark of 90s skateboarding. Skating the gap from the sculpture into the dry bowl is a rite of passage that's been on Kevin's list for years, but back home? That's Sabbat country. You must never go there, Simba. It's not worth getting caught up in a vampire turf war.

Here, though? The only thing in his way is the rough shape the place is in and some plant roots that have luckily missed the all-important fountain gap. He'll take that over pissy vampires any... evening. He supposes it's evening? The sky hasn't changed the whole time they've been here, it's mad spooky.

Kevin wishes he could record himself as he makes the first attempt, and is immediately glad he can't when he misjudges the distance and spills on the landing. He pops back up, grabs the board, and tries again. It takes him to the third time to get his landing right. ]


Hell yeah!

[ Kevin whoops triumph, pumping a fist in the air as he loops back around.

He jumps again. And again. He starts getting fancy, spins and flips in the air. He laughs when he falls, catching himself or rolling through it with endurance the living only wish for. He makes a lot of celebratory noise whenever a daring experiment pans out for him.

He's probably lucky there's nothing in the ruined city that thinks teenaged vampire sounds like a good snack, really. ]
awfulcer: (Basic - Smoking)

[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-07-29 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dixon listens to Kevin spill out all the information, knowing full well that he's not going to be able to do anything useful with all these facts about vampire culture. A detective would - any information about someone is something that should be stored up, a piece of metal or plastic to build the microscope to look at the world through. For a long time (way too long) Dixon harbored dreams of being a detective, solving cases, figuring things out that no one else had been able to.

But that's not going to happen and he knows that now.
]

That sounds pretty fucking exhausting. [He takes a long drag and whistles.] Hiding all the time or having to be a big-shot. In the real world there's room for people in the middle.

['The real world', like Kevin's from fiction.]
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-07-30 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives Kevin a beady look and inhales from his cigarette again. He doesn't mind hearing it. The kid even seems like he needs to blow off steam a little, or at least let some seep out.]

Eh. [Dixon makes a waggling motion with his hand.] Depends on what's a lot. I been keeping a list and it's getting kind of long.

[He rummages around in the ladies' backpack he scavenged from the clothing store and pulls out a comic book - the inside page, where the promo for other franchises and letters to the editor sections meet, are covered in names or crude descriptions. The handwriting is quite clear and neat, but it's pretty obvious Dixon's spelling and intuition for syllables is five shades of atrocious and that he doesn't have a ton of respect stockpiled for half the people here - a few of the people without names are things like "fat space guy" (Loken) and "person of color" (Anita, with those three words underlined and 'the black girl' crossed out underneath it). There are little check marks next to each name.]

I was checking people off every night, but now I just do it if they stay here the week. Seems like whatever's jerking our chain is still trying to sort out who belongs here and who don't.
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[personal profile] awfulcer 2018-08-08 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be, I guess. I figure I should probably stay away from the mirrors for a while. [Which, for someone who has basically no filter or ability to keep a lid on it, is not going to be easy. He gives a rueful smile that looks more like an anxious grimace.

He takes a last drag on his cigarette and winces as it burns down low enough to bring the ember to his fingers, not from the heat but from knowing he can't just absently light up another one. He'll have to hold off or he'll regret it later.
]

You weren't here for the first half. It was torture. I think I lost half a foot to blisters and permanently fucked my back.