[Open] Mind the Gap

[likeits1999]

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. ]

Comments

[unsealthecatbox]

[Such a big city yet somehow Ange managed to stumble upon LOVE park at the right time to see someone skate around. She just...watches from afar, somewhat entertained by an activity she hadn't ever seen before in person. She watches Kevin fall and spill the first landing, and her reaction is to sigh and shake her head. That's got to be painful. Oh, right, vampire. Maybe not so painful, then? She's not sure.

And then he's actually managing to do well! Even when he falls he celebrates! It'd be almost endearing, if he wasn't so noisy. Still, at least she can respect he keeps trying]

Of all things you could have done in an abandoned city before we have to journey for a few days to another place, you go skating, instead of getting ready for the trip. I'm not sure if I should praise you for doing whatever you want, or be annoyed.

[...okay, maybe not the second. She's not going to police anyone, hah!]

[makinuscream]

[ In between rummaging through the library and exploring this magic thing (the concept of magic is one Urahara finds fundamentally abhorrent because it suggests a practice with few or little definable rules), Urahara took to the streets, fan in hand and sword at his side.

A shame that he can't hide Benihime in a cane as is his wont to do. Ah, well.

Somewhere amid the thoughts of how to science magic and what his chances are of creating a conduit to back home to send a message so no one start panicking, he hear a joyous cry that catches his attention.

Strolling over in the direction of the sound - pausing here and there to inspect the plant growth - Kisuke makes his way to the skate park and the young man flipping and dipping back and forth on a board. Plopping himself down on the edge of the fountain with one foot tucked beneath him, Urahara waves the fan in greeting. ]

Catching some down time? [ A new face. Another person likely displaced. Perhaps this one had been here longer and had more stories to tell. ]

[awfulcer]

[In another world, he probably would have trumped up some bogus reason to threaten Kevin with arrest. It's not that skateboarding is illegal, it's that bullying teenagers and threatening benign people with charges was a time-honored and habitual hobby for Ebbing PD.

But he's not a cop, and he's not back in Ebbing, and he's here looking to give Kevin an apology, so for a while he just sits at the edge of the park, watching the kid at a distance catch air and flip the skateboard around and exercise a sort of athleticism that makes Dixon's bones hurt just looking at it. He huddles there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl, looking miserable and ragged, shivering, face scarred up and Morgul blade-wound bandaged under his clothes. He exercises all of his little willpower in not pulling out of his few cigarettes and lighting up.

It's only when Kevin takes a tumble after an ambitious kickflip that Dixon musters it up to actually approach, dragging his feet as if remorse and guilt were shackles around his ankles. It's less that he thinks Kevin might be injured than that he feels he needs an "in" to actually approach the kid.]

You okay?

[greyerrant]

You seem to be having fun. [ Rumbles a tired-looking, enormous figure who is watching Kevin. ]

I remember running the streets as a juve myself. I suppose... it was fun.