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thebastion2014-07-22 08:39 pm
chosenbylife) wrote in thebastion2014-07-22 08:39 pm
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211 :: Open || ON THE ROAD TO BROKEN BONES
Who: Calem & You!
Open: Open
When: Day 211
Where: Somewhere close to the Daycare Center where there's a bit of a space.
What: Building the universe's most shoddy halfpipe and ramp
Format: starting with prose but pick whatever you like and I'll follow.
Warnings: Dumb Teenager Ideas!
There were a great many things Calem missed from his world. Most of them he could do little to nothing about. He could not pull fancy boutiques and trendy cafes out of his pocket. However there were a FEW things he felt he could make himself easily enough. Namely some fun things to skate on. Bastion had a notible lack of skateparks, long rails good for grinding down, or really any decent things to jump from. So in the morning he went out with Gogoat and a big length of rope and spent a good couple hours finding miscellaneous useful looking junk from the Skyway, tying it up and having Gogoat drag it back to Bastion.
That's where things got tricky. Assembling a skatepark was NOT one of Calem's many talents. No most would say he was rather BAD at it. Not that it deterred him in the slightest. He just continued on his merry way. The ramp was easy! First he took an old barrel (heavily reinforced with duck tape. Gotta think about safety after all!) and leaned a piece of slightly warped particle board up against it and banged a few nails in. Done in five minutes. Perfection.
The halfpipe of his dreams though was considerably more difficult. As of now he just had a few random pieces of wood sort of leaning up against one another.
"Hmmm... I guess it's not looking too bad. Guys?" he looked towards Lucario who was dutifully holding a box of nails and Gogoat who was busy knocking around the battered remains of what was once most likely a wooden shipping pallet,
Gogoat paused long enough to stamp his hooves in approval. Lucario meanwhile shook his head. This was a terribly idea. His trained was once again going to attempt to kill himself.
"Good! Back to work then!" Calem grinned and turned back to the misshapen monstrosity that was already teetering and on the verge of collapse and hammered another nail into place (narrowly avoiding his thumb for what was probably the hundredth time today).
Nothing bad could possibly come out of this!
Open: Open
When: Day 211
Where: Somewhere close to the Daycare Center where there's a bit of a space.
What: Building the universe's most shoddy halfpipe and ramp
Format: starting with prose but pick whatever you like and I'll follow.
Warnings: Dumb Teenager Ideas!
There were a great many things Calem missed from his world. Most of them he could do little to nothing about. He could not pull fancy boutiques and trendy cafes out of his pocket. However there were a FEW things he felt he could make himself easily enough. Namely some fun things to skate on. Bastion had a notible lack of skateparks, long rails good for grinding down, or really any decent things to jump from. So in the morning he went out with Gogoat and a big length of rope and spent a good couple hours finding miscellaneous useful looking junk from the Skyway, tying it up and having Gogoat drag it back to Bastion.
That's where things got tricky. Assembling a skatepark was NOT one of Calem's many talents. No most would say he was rather BAD at it. Not that it deterred him in the slightest. He just continued on his merry way. The ramp was easy! First he took an old barrel (heavily reinforced with duck tape. Gotta think about safety after all!) and leaned a piece of slightly warped particle board up against it and banged a few nails in. Done in five minutes. Perfection.
The halfpipe of his dreams though was considerably more difficult. As of now he just had a few random pieces of wood sort of leaning up against one another.
"Hmmm... I guess it's not looking too bad. Guys?" he looked towards Lucario who was dutifully holding a box of nails and Gogoat who was busy knocking around the battered remains of what was once most likely a wooden shipping pallet,
Gogoat paused long enough to stamp his hooves in approval. Lucario meanwhile shook his head. This was a terribly idea. His trained was once again going to attempt to kill himself.
"Good! Back to work then!" Calem grinned and turned back to the misshapen monstrosity that was already teetering and on the verge of collapse and hammered another nail into place (narrowly avoiding his thumb for what was probably the hundredth time today).
Nothing bad could possibly come out of this!
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"What is this supposed to be?" Toph asks, not even bothering to say hi or introduce herself or go through any of the social niceties. She pokes what seems to be a particularly unstable part of the contraption.
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He sighed in relief once the shaking stopped, "It's a halfpipe so I can skate and do some neat tricks."
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It's tempting to demonstrate with a little earthbending, but she has to remember — she's limited. She can't go bending willy-nilly.