Who: Luke and OPEN When: April 8 (frontdated), early evening What: Luke is an accident-prone flyboy Where: Boston Common Rating: PG-13 for Luke's mouth
The Boston air was a bit nippy as Luke wrapped its currents around him, but he didn't particularly care. He was used to New England winters and, unlike so many other people in this city, he loved the wind. Today it wasn't blowing quite enough to take him up too high, but he'd spontaneously decided that some sky-time would be good for him. He'd been cooped up in classes for far too long that week, and bouncing around on the currents always helped him clear his head a little. He would've flown in his favorite field just outside the city, but a temptingly strong gust had persuaded him to hop on the current right from his roof. Luke would never stop being glad for the fact that his building was relatively secluded from the public eye, or he would've bothered a lot of people given how many times he'd jumped out his fifth-story window.
Hopping on a friendly thermal, Luke climbed a little higher and sighed to himself as he looked at the city below him, smiling as he came within view of the Common. It was a good thing that break was coming up soon. He needed it. Mostly so he could write that article for the Law Review that he'd been putting off, but also so he'd have a little more time to focus on the really important things. Like going out with Mal and Wolf. And interrogating the latter about his date with Rosa Keating. Ugh. Stupid Wolf. He had all the luck. If he would just--
Oh shit. That was a tree. A big tree. And his thermal dropped out from under him and--
SMACK.
Note to self, Luke thought as he rubbed his head, Do not daydream while flying around town. Luke half-climbed, half flew down the tree and took a woozy step on solid ground. Ugh. Yeah, he was too dizzy for this shit. He slid down the tree trunk and waited for his head to stop pounding. Stupid thermals.