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The Boardwalk : Sunday Afternoon

Theo had found the boardwalk. He'd been looking for a good place to skateboard since getting to the island and finally, finally, he'd found it. It wasn't the same as the boardwalk in Santa Monica that he tended to go to but it was close.

Theo brushed his hair back with his fingers and pulled his cap on, getting his unruly hair out of his face before he dropped the board on the ground. He kicked off and started skating, feeling almost like he was right back at home.

"Jump the rail," Dev said, trying to push Theo into doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. "It'll be impressive! Everybody will be impressed!"

"There's no one around for Theo to impress, Dev," Ange said, frowning. "It's just going to get him hurt."

"It will not," Dev argued. "Theo knows what he's doing, he's an expert at this! Did you see how effortlessly he got on the skateboard?"

Ange rubbed her forehead in a very long suffering way. "This is only going to end badly. Please don't do it, Theo. Remember what happened last time. It didn't end well that time either. People laughed. Theo, don't."

"DO IT, THEO!!!"

Guess what Theo chose to do? He built up a lot of speed and jumped the board in an attempt to grind against the rail....but he didn't quite make it. The jump wasn't high enough which meant Theo went gut first into the rail and tumbled over it with a muffled shout.

...so, he was just going to lay there on the ground having had the wind completely knocked out of him. He really needed to stop listening to Dev. And yet, he knew he'd never stop listening to Dev. Oh well.

[Open post. Feel free to have seen Theo be an idiot or find him on the ground or whatever]

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Yeah, Gert had seen it. And she was not impressed with the way the trick had turned out, but she was mildly impressed that Theo had even tried it at all.

"I cannot imagine how that would have been fun for you," she remarked, surveying him on the ground. "You need an ice pack or something?"

"Or something," Theo groaned, holding his stomach. "Maybe a few new ribs. Got them handy?"

"Sadly, no," Gert reported, squatting down to check whether there was any obvious visible damage. "I'd suggest the kind they have at Fast Eddie's, but you probably don't want to live your life with barbecue sauce in your ribcage."

Well, that made Theo chuckle, at least which made him groan again. He rolled onto his side and then pushed himself up into a sitting position with his hand.

"Ow." He rubbed his stomach again and winced. "I almost had it."

No, he hadn't.

Gert doubted it, but then she hadn't seen the entire thing. "Yeah, I guess these things are hard to do when the ground is uneven," she said generously. "Or something."

Wasn't that nice of her? She thought it was nice.

"That was nice of her to say." Ange agreed with Gert, apparently.

"It's patronizing!" Dev disagreed.

Theo shook his head and rubbed at his hair. "Uneven ground. Of course." He pushed himself up to his feet and stretched, still wincing every so often. "Did you see the whole thing?"

"Pretty much just the last second," Gert admitted. "Worst possible timing all around. Well. Mostly for you."

Yeaaah.

She settled into a seated position. "Think you can stand, or is it really bad?"

"At least you're honest," Theo said, still grimacing but not as badly now. The pain was starting to fade and he could breathe without it hurting now. "It's not bad. I've had a lot worse before. It's more embarrassing than anything. Think you could tell people someone pushed me into the railing?"

Not that radio would report that but you know.

"Definitely," Gert promised. "People'll believe it, too. Just remember that in case I ever need a favor of someone involving a plank of wood with wheels on it."

She probably wouldn't need such a thing, Theo. Don't worry.

"Or if the squirrels screw up and forget to report it, you can just blame the bruises on a tragic error in bounce coordination back at the campsite."

"Plank of wood with wheels on it?" Theo asked, sticking on that instead of anything else. "It's a skateboard and it's much more than just a plank of woods with wheels."

It was a death machine when he listened to Dev but still. "You never been on one either?"

"Nope, but I think I'm okay with that," Gert said. "I'd probably manage to crack my head open on one."

"It's not as bad as people make it out to be," Theo said, reaching for his board and turning it over to check for any damage. "Not any different than riding a bike or roller skates or something."

"Also things I don't usually do," Gert admitted. "And those seem somehow less dangerous than these, where there's literally nothing keeping you on it."

"Your balance keeps you on it," Theo pointed out. "But you can fall on your butt when you're just walking. Nothing's totally safe. Besides, skateboarding's fun."

"Is it, though?"

Gert was eyeing you suspiciously now, Theo. Because the falling down.

"I don't know, I'm fairly sure I'd suck pretty hard."

"Falling's just a part of learning."

Or listening to the proverbial devil on his shoulder, which Theo tended to do. And this time, there hadn't even been any girls nearby to try and impress. He just liked making bad decisions.

"Raven got on it in our room and she was fine. Didn't fall at all."

"Yeah?" Gert eyed the board, beginning to look a little curious now. "I'm guessing she didn't attempt what you were trying. Just gliding around in a straight line's probably pretty safe, right?"

"Well, it's a small room so she didn't have any space to do anything stupid like I just did," Theo pointed out. "But no, I just let her get on it and she balanced and just sort of moved a bit. She didn't try anything super hard. Just got on it and rolled around."

"I could probably do that without dying," Gert said slowly. "Maybe."

"You'd be more likely to get hit by a car and die then ride a skateboard and die," Theo said, shrugging. "And there aren't any cars here so I think you'll be good. It's not a long fall to the ground, anyway."

"Yeah, but stairs," she pointed out. "But I don't know. I could probably veer around them."

There weren't any stairs in their immediate area, anyway.

"Can I try?"

"Sure," Theo said, passing the board to her while he ignored Dev's attempts at getting Theo to try and make her fall just so they could have a good laugh.

Ange actually smacked Dev for that suggestion and even Dev looked like he'd gone a little too far there, yeah.

"And if it makes you feel any better, I can barely do stairs and I've been doing this awhile."

"I'd be super comforted if I saw myself pursuing a future in skateboarding," Gert assured him wryly. "But yeah, okay."

She picked up the skateboard and set it down on the ground by her feet, stilling it under one foot. Then she set her other foot on it, gingerly kicked off, glided for about three seconds, and... stopped.

"Okay," she said, underwhelmed. "Not dead. Kind of entertained."

"And did you fall?" Theo asked, arms crossed and amused look on his face. "Did something traumatic befall you?"

"Not in the short term," Gert admitted, then joked, "But who knows what skateboarding's long-term consequences might be. I could start saying 'gnarly' and 'dude.'"

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"Those are such silly stereotypes," Ange sighed, shaking her head.

"GNARLY DUDE!" Of course Dev would say that. He just loved to piss Ange off when he could.

"And what's so wrong with that?" Theo asked, crossing over to her and glancing at the board. "Words might be a little different but you'd still understand, wouldn't you?"

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