Maxine "Max" Mayfield (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2024-07-20 07:17 am
madginger) wrote in revivalproject2024-07-20 07:17 am
Open if you want to also give her a tough time for this
WHO: Max and Tommy Shepherd, at least
WHERE: Somewhere outside
WHAT: Dumb skateboard tricks as a way of bonding w/her future BiL | otherwise, just skateboarding and she needs a better place for that
WHEN: Sometime in July nothing else was happening
WARNINGS: Coarse language, and this really is not a smart thing to do, will add as needed
Ever since she got her skateboard back, Max has spent a lot of time outside, even if it's hot, even it's muggy after a rain, it doesn't matter. Something about it feels like home, connects her back to it. It's comfort.
Her mind zones out when she finds a long enough stretch she can just zoom by without thinking, and the terrain offers obstacles often enough, as well. It's not as smooth as flying, not as fast, not as powerful as driving, but there's a similarity to both that she keeps seeking in her board.
Of course, it's inevitable, her wheels hit a rock and she finds herself on the ground. Max laughs at the pain, used to it by now, and finding it a small thing compared to everything else when faced with everything else. She can deal with it, as long as no one else saw her wipe out. She looks up to find...well, she's not that lucky today.
"What?"
WHERE: Somewhere outside
WHAT: Dumb skateboard tricks as a way of bonding w/her future BiL | otherwise, just skateboarding and she needs a better place for that
WHEN: Sometime in July nothing else was happening
WARNINGS: Coarse language, and this really is not a smart thing to do, will add as needed
Ever since she got her skateboard back, Max has spent a lot of time outside, even if it's hot, even it's muggy after a rain, it doesn't matter. Something about it feels like home, connects her back to it. It's comfort.
Her mind zones out when she finds a long enough stretch she can just zoom by without thinking, and the terrain offers obstacles often enough, as well. It's not as smooth as flying, not as fast, not as powerful as driving, but there's a similarity to both that she keeps seeking in her board.
Of course, it's inevitable, her wheels hit a rock and she finds herself on the ground. Max laughs at the pain, used to it by now, and finding it a small thing compared to everything else when faced with everything else. She can deal with it, as long as no one else saw her wipe out. She looks up to find...well, she's not that lucky today.
"What?"