Skater gonna Skate, Haters gonna Hate.-WALK IN TEEN RP!

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Marking, I'll make my form in a second ))

[Queen of Chaos]

Daniel watched as someone went down the slope. The guy was pretty good, but he could always do better. He lugged his board to the top of different slope. He threw the board down and started to skate. The wind felt good against the summer heat, but it didn't help that he was shirtless with baggy shorts with probably half of his boxers showing.

Erika wasn't skating, she was at the snack bar eating some nachos that weren't very good but she was ravenous. Her skateboard was right next to her on the table, and usually with the wind it would almost blow off so she would stick out he rhand once in awhile to break it.

[.:dragonfly:.]

Fae stared longingly at the skaters that where riding while see sat arms folded studbornly over he chest. She glanced down at the tenser bangage wrapped tighly around her angle. She hurt it pretty bad the other day and could hardly walk let alone skate. Fae got to her feet using one crutch to take some of the weight of her ingured foot. She tied back her long black hair into a loose pony tail before wobbling over to the ramps where she watched some guys do some tricks, wishing she could hop on her bored and show them up.

[Erythro]

Asher was late today, but he blamed his stupid mom for that. Sighing he paid the admission to the skate park then rode inside on the skateboard. He stopped, flipping the board into his hands, then walking over to the bowl, passing someone that had apparently just come out. He sat at the edge of the bowl being bores as ever. He loved skating, and was pretty good, but he was definitely not as good as some of the guys here, but then again he was only 17 and most of these people were a couple years older than him, meaning that they had a couple more years of experience, but hey, he would be at that point some day. Asher stood up, putting his board on the edge of the bowl then just falling in as he had learned to do. The bowl was one of the great experiences of skateboarding. It was like you had no control over where you were going, but at the same time, you had complete control of what was going to happen. He shifted slightly, sending him up the wall without going straight up, instead turning him in a circle like a boomerang.
It was exhilarating skateboarding, like a legal high for the people that have enough guts to get on a skateboard. He went up another wall, and went in again. He went around a few more times, doing simple tricks at the bottom and top, then jumping his skateboard out when he was starting to get a bit tired. He wasn't out of breath or anything, just his muscles weren't quite used to the bowl yet, as he only started about a year ago. He flipped his skateboard under his arm again, then sitting down on the edge of the bowl like before, but on the opposite side, waiting for someone new to come to the park.

{{All of this is taken from personal experience, so sorry if it seems a little off to you. @.@}}

[Harpy•]

○•◘Damon Jess Filtiarn◘•○

Damon glided along the sidewalk towards the skate park, his posture casually straightened, the board going at a slow-yet-steady pace. He wasn't necessarily in any hurry to get there; he had just gotten out of his last class up at the University, and was looking forward to the rest of the day; skateboarding, watching the ocean, and eating his heart out...even though he couldn't seem to retain any of that in the form of fat. Only in muscle.

He lowered his foot to the ground and pushed off again, gaining more speed as he entered the skate park grounds, making a decision to head off to the snack bar before getting his skateboard on. He stopped in front of the food stand and kicked his board up into his hand, tucking it under his arm and looking at the menu above his head. He moved his dark, deep eyes back to the cashier, who happened to be female...and who was watching him with an overly happy look on her face. Too bad for her, he wasn't a flirter. He smiled politely, revealing straight, white teeth, then glanced up at the menu again.

"I'll take a Chicago-style hotdog and a medium Dr. Pepper," he said, making his voice just loud enough for her to hear. He wasn't really one for talking loudly, especially when it wasn't necessary; he was happy to have food and his board, maybe the ocean...other than that, he didn't want anything. With a rather disappointed look on her face, the girl smiled and took his money, rung it up on the register, and about eight minutes later gave him the food and drink. He nodded his thanks and, balancing food in one hand and board under his other arm, he walked to the indoor portion of the park and sat down at a makeshift picnic table, setting his board beside him and digging in with relish to the hotdog, his raw hunger making everything taste like it came from a five-star restaurant.

{{Ah, the delicate arts of eating a hotdog....xD}}

[Clowesia]

.'.Savio.'.

Savio's head perked as he saw a familiar face crash at a near-by picnic table over by the shack. Thinking nothing of it he turned back to the bowl, about to go for another round; his stomach thought otherwise as it gurgled and grumped quite loudly. Giving a shrug of his shoulder he decided it would be best to eat while someone he knew was there. Jogging over to the snack shack, his loose jeans sagged along the planes of his hips, kept only there by a thick, obsidian, leather belt and nothing else. 'The last thing I need to do is show the skate park that I like going commando.' He mused, reaching down and giving it a slight adjustment just before he came to a stop at the cashier.

Stopped board under foot, Savio used his only arm to give a quick point to a picture of a large fries, not being arsed to actually tell the girl what he wanted. She didn't seem to mind the silence either, if the way she looked at the left side of his body said anything. Giving a roll of his eyes, Savio could truly careless, he'd gotten over what people thought about him and his odd ways along time ago; he'd learned it was the only way he'd be happy. Scooping up the tray of fries, Savio quickly mounted his board and road it over the few, sparse feet to the table where Damon sat; what would have seemed lazy was simply necessity, he could only carry one thing at a time.

Shoving the tray of fried onto the table opposite Damon, "Sup." He intoned with a nod of his head, inadvertently sending a splattering of blood across the front of his shirt. Pausing for a second before he cast a look down at his now ruined shirt, he couldn't help but give another shrug; he was used to not owning many white shirts now. 'I must have started bleeding on the way over.' He moaned mentally, not quite caring.



((Is it okay if Damon and Savio be friends? xD))

[.:dragonfly:.]

Fae put her skatebord down that she was carrying and stood on it with both feet. She improvised pushing of the ground with her crutch and rolled her self towards the buzzing snack bar a smug grin on her face. The girl bought a pepsi and sat down on a near by rable. Slipping the pop as she put on her skullcandy head phones and started singing along quietly to the Shinedown song coming though the headphones. "Just like a crow chasing a butterfly..."

[Harpy•]

{{Yep, that's perfectly fine. }}

○•◘Damon Jess Filtiarn◘•○

Damon looked up from his half-finished hotdog when Savio sat down across from him at the table, supressing a smirk at the blunt greeting, then let out a brief chuckle when his friend splattered his own shirt with blood.

"You have a little something on your face," he said, arching one eyebrow and taking another bite of hotdog before chasing it with a deep gulp of Dr. Pepper. "You really should get that looked at." He grinned cheekily, then glanced at the skateboard bowl.

"Are you done boarding for the day? I haven't even started yet." He sighed, running a hand over his face for a moment. "With all of these freaking classes, it's really hard to find time to board; today I got lucky 'cause class got out early, but that won't happen every time." He growled under his breath, then finished off his hot dog in one bite, wadding up the wrapper. He eyed the trashcan across the small lot from them, then pursed his lips, lifting both of his arms in a basketball-style shot, and threw the wrapper-ball across the lot. It plopped dead-center into the trashcan, and Damon chuckled before taking another drink of Dr. Pepper.

"When you're done, you up for more skating? I need to get in at least a few hours in order to get my fix." He grinned at the reference to drugs...sometimes, it seemed as if skateboarding was his only anti-drug apart from the piano...but since he was almost never home, the skating was a more likely candidate.

[Queen of Chaos]

Erika watched as Damon threw away his wrapper in a basketball way. She half snorted half huffed before finishing her nachos that tasted bad. She got up and threw it into the trash. Then she burped up the nachos. The burp tasted really bad. "Yuck..." She hissed before walking over to grab her board to go skating again.

Daniel continued to skateboard. (GAK WB... >_>)

[•Bliss•]

Name:
Iris Charles
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Likes:
~Scary/Sad stories
~Skateboarding {Duh}
~Loud music
~Shiny things 8D
Dislikes:
~Happy endings... Too stereotypical for her likes
~Alcohol, 'cause Iris can get really crazy... and bite people... and stuff that she knows she'll regret.
~Anything that is the color yellow... Iris greatly dislikes the color yellow. It reminds her of the Sun, which reminds her of happiness, which reminds her of happy endings... You get my point, right?
Anything else you want us to know?
Iris is often confronted with odd thoughts of cannibalism... like how your arm would taste right now X3
{{Yush, I has made a completely abnormal, too weird character. Awesome =D She might be a challenge to RP though...
By the way, the picture is a picture of Leighton Meester, hope I can use it...}}