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wilderlogs2018-05-22 11:40 pm
likeits1999) wrote in wilderlogs2018-05-22 11:40 pm
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[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. ]
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. ]
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Yeah I been back and forth between both places like... a couple times now.
I guess the best we can do is try and know who everybody is just in case. It's a good thing we got these mirrors to keep track. It could be worse?
[ He shakes his head. ]
Man this is gonna be one doozy of a hike we're gonna do anyway even if we got magic walkie talkies to keep track of everybody.
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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.