Who: Wild Child, OTA What: Skateboarding in the park, no better way to spend the afternoon When: Monday afternoon Where: Craven Park, Mutant Town Kyle was usually an awkward creature, moving in a way that was not quite human, lacking in understanding of the rules and dances of society, blunt and innocent in all he was. That was true enough, but there were moments when the awkward elements of Kyle Gibney melted away, when his natural agility became something graceful and poetic. This was one of those moments, though few had taken any notice of it. Kyle had "borrowed" a skateboard and found a good enough place to use it. The slope of the drainage ditch gave him more than enough space to build momentum, and formed an almost perfect half pipe and he intended to take full advantage of it for as long as he was able. His shirt and shoes lay in a heap near the sidewalk, clad only in his jeans as he rode the rise and fall of the cement.
The skateboard rolled up the side and for a moment, broke free of gravity along with it's furry passenger. Long blonde hair caught in the wind and flew free behind Kyle's back as the board arched downwards again, wheels clattering against the pavement as it connected with the earth again. It repeated, up the other side, free of gravity, this time Gibney kicked the board, causing it to spin several times under his clawed feet before falling gracefully to the earth again. Gibs had always been good at this, he vaguely remembered cutting class with his no-good friends to do drugs skate the day away. It was a distant memory now, as an inhuman agility and stamina made it all easier than before, a new sense of the world making it an almost religious experience each time he slid effortlessly through the air.
After several hours of riding, Kyle hopped off the board at the top of an arc, catching it in mid-air and dropping to sit on the grass, only lightly winded. Big hands wrapped around the edge of the board as blue eyes watched the world for a moment. He needed to get his clothes back on and track down food, he really, really was hungry. The thought of a shirt pressing down on his damp fur was such an unpleasant thought that he was putting that aspect of it off for the moment. It was turning into a stare down between his appetite and his sense of comfort.