. (foolsfire) wrote in crownplazaic, |
Skateboarding through the hotel lobby, Willie easily phased through the front doors onto the cement platform doing a kickflip as he stopped to wave at the jogger. Long dark hair spilling from his crack helmet, Willie's own style always called back to his 80s death- ripped jeans, no matter the weather, with a tan-navy tie-dyed t-shirt that would show off his stomach if he raised his arms too far. "Hey man," he greeted. Willie had seen the other around but never found himself in a position to interact. Going from invisible to Lifers to seen- unless he didn't want to be- was never going to be something he could get used to. Willie could understand why his friends and Caleb saw it as a powerful ability to have. |