Who: Shay & Open Where: Out back of the apartments where Shay's made her grid. When: After dark on the 5th Warnings: none likely
Shay had had another nightmare during her nap, well, not a nightmare, really, but memories that had been skewed out of proportion by her sleeping mind. In any case it was enough to rattle her, which was why she'd been out since sundown, riding hard.
She'd improved her grid, adding some more blocks and stairsteps from the scrap metal from the washing machines she'd found a few weeks prior. She still didn't get more than three or four feet of lift, but it was enough. She was starting to get the familiar rubbery feeling in her knees and hips, mostly due to the sharp banking along the edges of the grid so she didn't shoot off into empty space and send herself into a crash on the asphalt.
She was testing how high she could go before the balance started to give, over the tops of the heaps it was about five feet, almost to the top of the fence. She threw herself into a corkscrew plummet, yanking up sharply before she could hit the ground, bucking the board almost vertical to swing around out over the middle of the grid again. Her hair was held back in a low ponytail, but even that was wind-knotted, her expression grim with concentration and memory.