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The Deck; Thursday Afternoon
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theheadkid.livejournal.comTravis was trying to forget about the baggage, thank you. He knew he had some issues and lingering messes to deal with but he was going to do that later. The weather was too darn nice to stay inside and sulk. And considering he didn't have a class today, it would have been criminal to stay inside.
So, he'd grabbed his skateboard and headed down to the deck. There were a few water bottles and some sandwiches from town on one chair so he'd have sustenance to keep him going. There wasn't a lot of space to actually skate but he figured he could do some tricks over the various chairs, tables and stairs. Nothing too risky but some grindings against rails, some jumps over chairs and some ollies down stairs would be within his skill range.
Or so he hoped. He'd done okay up until now. No crashes, no falls but then he'd gotten a little cocky and tried to hop down the stairs to the deck with his eyes closed. No dice. He'd jumped a little too low and one of the wheels caught on the lip of the stair which sent him flying and then rolling onto the ground around the deck.
For a second, he lay there, making sure nothing was broken. His skateboard was beside him, unharmed. Eventually, he started laughing and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Apparently Jeremy Pratt's body wasn't the perfect specimen Travis thought it was.
But, he was fine and the ground was soft so, although his shirt and pants were gonna be dirty, he'd just sit there and laugh at himself for a little while.
[Open place & post, of course of course]
So, he'd grabbed his skateboard and headed down to the deck. There were a few water bottles and some sandwiches from town on one chair so he'd have sustenance to keep him going. There wasn't a lot of space to actually skate but he figured he could do some tricks over the various chairs, tables and stairs. Nothing too risky but some grindings against rails, some jumps over chairs and some ollies down stairs would be within his skill range.
Or so he hoped. He'd done okay up until now. No crashes, no falls but then he'd gotten a little cocky and tried to hop down the stairs to the deck with his eyes closed. No dice. He'd jumped a little too low and one of the wheels caught on the lip of the stair which sent him flying and then rolling onto the ground around the deck.
For a second, he lay there, making sure nothing was broken. His skateboard was beside him, unharmed. Eventually, he started laughing and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Apparently Jeremy Pratt's body wasn't the perfect specimen Travis thought it was.
But, he was fine and the ground was soft so, although his shirt and pants were gonna be dirty, he'd just sit there and laugh at himself for a little while.
[Open place & post, of course of course]
