Who: Alyssa and Jonathon What: run-in while Alyssa skateboards Where: on the streets When: backdated to Monday (the tenth) Warnings: should be low
Alyssa loved owning the art store now. She didn't have to go to the store every day and when she was there, it was for an actual reason. The Netherling never did well with boredom. Which might explain why she kept offering more classes at the art store. It also meant that after a late night of creating mosaics with her own fucking blood, she could clear her mind with possible physical pain. Sort of. If the Netherling threw herself into a bunch of skateboarding tricks, maybe she'd forget about how badly her heart hurt.
Today Alyssa wore ripped wide leg jeans, a black tank, her fingerless gloves, and her wings on full display. The markings denoting her as Netherling meant her skin glittered and her black markings around her eyes never faded. She did wear a helmet, though, as she chose a set of stairs and a railing to flip off of and hopefully stick the landing. Her first attempt ended with her on her ass and she stood up, wiping her hands on the thighs of her jeans. "Well that...didn't go as intended." Probably her ass would bruise from the trick she usually landed. A shrug and she grabbed her board, ready to try again.