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 Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 5:38 am
The skate park was a pretty easy source of footage fodder. Devlin himself wasn't a skater by a long shot, though he could at least manage to keep his balance on a board if need be. Which, unfortunately, was typically the case should some of the other guys start calling him out for his filming. Tricks and stunts were pretty far out of his league, but he could take and talk enough trash with these guys to keep himself mostly out of trouble.
Typically speaking, the tan teen kept himself mostly around the groups of teens who recognized him, even did larger stunts when he had the camera lens focused on them. Much to his amusement and appreciation--he wasn't above giving them copies of any videos he put together later on. He even occasionally showed up with drinks for the later riders he knew frequented the park after hours.
The late afternoon sun blazed brilliantly through the gaps in the buildings, refusing to relinquish the park inhabitants from the heat of the day so soon. Devlin wasn't sporting any food or booze to make up for his brazen filming of the daredevil youths, but he was grateful he'd thought to stick a damn water bottle in his bag before coming over. His extra memory cards were tucked away from the bottle, keeping them a safe distance from the condensation. Beads of sweat already trickled down the back of his neck, and he'd long since pulled his dark hair up into a haphazard ponytail. The grey tank top he wore was at least better than black, though the denim shorts were less forgiving. It was what he got for spending a hot day on asphalt, he supposed. The heat surrounded from above and below here.
As he focused his cell's camera lens on another skater in particular he'd been tracking for a while, he sat generally comfortable under the partial shade cast over one of the many benches in the park. This one was at least given the unspoken permission by the skaters to be used for sitting as opposed to riding obstacle--he was willing to bet that was in partial thanks to the shade over this one. A few other skaters had come over to flop down next to him throughout his time there, taking in the cooler temperatures before heading back out. At least they had a breeze, he thought greedily, jealous for the wind they cut through in their antics.
Cheekiebirdiee -ninjas on during work lalalalalala-
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:39 am
The skate park was a refuge but an unforgiving one, its burning hot asphalt a brutal reminder. Though even as horribly hot as the place could get it always seemed to be packed day or night for that matter. Today there was a chattering among the Newbs of the park, something about a guy shooting video. He knew it was far to early in the year to be anyone of importance and besides no one like that would come to this hell hole of a city. Sketchy guy.
Ignoring the world the brunette pulled his headphones over his ears and warped into his own word via Brokencyde. Typically in a trance most parkies knew to avoid the teen when he was in the zone, most, with the influx of Grommets however one had decided to get in his way. No mercy, not even a hint of guilt or hesitance was present as he rounded the edge of the pool coming right for the younger boy. "Own up b***h.." A simple hiss sounded before he popped his board and tucked, jumping the head of the smaller and giving it a healthy hard smack on his way over.
Little shithead.
Landing clean he looked over his shoulder at the slightly shaking kid and narrowed his eyes, "stop being such a fetus, if you're gonna skate do it." Piper rose a brow as a few of the other younger kids chattered around the one he just insulted, when the hell had that became some right of passage? Snorting he shook his head and peddled towards the shade tree, not in the mood to rest with the sheep that seemed to be there he blew off towards the nearby railing. Railsliding, he jumped crossing his board in between and finishing the rail clean, painfully obvious by the looks on the other boys face the rowdy teen knew what he was doing.
Wheeling around he popped his board up and shouldered it, the heat finally getting to him enough for him to remove the dark red tank top he wore. Rubbing the fabric over his face then his arms he tossed it towards another skater with a devious smirk, getting a snort he lifted his chin and crackled, even if the other looked displeased he took the sweat rag up and shook his head with a sick. Piper grinned toothy, Mikey owed him one holding his shirt was at least half of that one in his book. "Stop being a Betty and hold it for ********." Sticking out his tongue a flash of bright green caught the noon light and gave a twinkle.
Slapping his board to the ground he gave chase before catching it and wheeling towards the ramp. Vert skating was just what he needed, grabbing some air would cool of his slightly sunburnt skin. Back and forth, once, twice and then on the third run Piper caught air and the end of his board, propelling himself into a flipping sort of spin before letting loose of the board and landing in the middle of the ramp with a loud thud. Pure sweet air, it had felt great being in the win but now that he was back on Earth it felt like scalding hell again. Glancing towards the shade tree once more a pleased and smug look took over his features. What the ******** ? It was one thing for some dude to be sketchy with other people but that camera was pointed on him. Piper's stormy blues darkened as he kicked his board up, wheeling off he managed to lose himself in the crowd..
"So whats the deal Sheep, you tryin make a skeezy porno or you just like filmin shirtless dudes brah? " Piper was right behind the other, board out and teasing the end of the sloppy ponytail with a nudge.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 8:01 am
For every few skaters who left him in relative peace, there were a few more who loved to haze and give him crap. Devlin wasn't a skater. He had the general balance, yeah sure. Not ******** hard to move in a straight or even curved line on a board. It was when he tried anything with any remote air that things got tricky and he had a tendency to fall on his a**. Usually literally. No, it was safer for him to stick to his few spots, and let his camera go for the ride. Not him.
If he had to deal with some bullshit from some of the punks around here, well. Made life more interesting.
The guy he'd been trialing with his lense though... damn. Kid had talent. Actual, not-bullshitting, skills. Devlin wasn't quite sure he was pro-good, but he at least gave him a hell of a lot of footage to entertain himself with later once he got it into the editing program. The guy actually hit air. Wasn't often he got much of that to film.
The steely eyed youth was in a downright cheery mood from all this. He had his good footage stock of the day, got to do a little bullshitting with some of the guys he knew.... really, by the time he lost sight of the dark-haired guy and put his camera down for a few, he was cool to call it a day if nothing else really popped up. He could be picky for the day after all that.
Feeling a brush against his hair though had him whipping his head around, though only enough to glare over his shoulder at the offender at his back. He wasn't jumpy enough to actually fully face the guy--besides, that looked way too weak if he had to turn around that much to feel comfortable. He wasn't an idiot when it came to dealing with some of these guys. A smirk did play on his lips, lids lowering while his brows rose.
"Dude I'm a wolf to your little sheep." He lifted the camera in his hand a little to motion to it. "I just go after the shinning stars in the heard instead of the maggots." Not a lie! Why waste memory on kids who'd give him nothing worth his time? He wanted good film, not a yawn.
The rest of what the guy said had Devlin shrugging, turning his attention back towards the rest of the park as if the guy hadn't been the object of his filming for the last.... uh. Few minutes. "You're the one who decided to turn my footage into a flesh fest. I just wanted shots of people who've got a ********' brain on a board. Why, looking to score a buck if s**t sells?" His tone was challenging, laughing--he didn't sell s**t, but why not throw something back at the guy?
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:23 pm
The glare was adorable, much like a ruffled baby chick, at least to a guy like him. Smirking through it, his tongue rolled out to flip his ring against his upper lip, clearly he was amused by the reaction. It was rare that someone didn't jump out of their damn skin when he hassles them after all, so he had to make use of such an occasion. Besides this guy seemed like fun and in all honesty he was pretty ******** tired from boarding in the heat.
That and he totally had to strip the sheep in wolfs clothing so to speak.
"Tha rite? Mmm'ah say more of ah, sheep in wolf's clothin till ya prove it wrong, sides aint know no damn wolf to wear his hair pulled back like'ah sloppy sixties chick, brah." He snickered right back, flicking the pony with the end of his board again for emphasis. Flattery would get him as far as second base with that mug, Layne mused to himself as the other male commented about filming the talent.
When the guy was brave enough to turn from him a flicker of respect flashed in his steely blue eyes. Layne shifted and round the tree, sitting opposite of the dude while reaching into his pocket for his lighter. " So ya were watchin me, aint that sweet, and if dat was a complaint was tha sorriest shittin one I've ever heard." Smirking he put a cigarette to his lips and gave the other a chin raise in greeting, "Layne and yer damn right I'll be lookin for money." Pausing he gave a mockingly thoughtful hum and added before falling silent, "m' thinkin five bucks a n** slip?"
Taking a long drag of his smoke he closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet sweet nicotine.
Kailey Koreco Nnnft its so gross OTL I'm sorry bby
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 6:51 pm
Devlin's tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he knocked his hand against the offending board. Lightly. He knew better than to put any actual force into that. For now, anyways. "Someone's never paid attention in history. Guys' been tying hair back way longer than some ******** sixties' fad." About the only reason he knew that was due to random channel surfing, so really he couldn't be throwing stones about it all. He slept his way through history lessons. "'Sides. I prefer longer hair to a damn haircut." Though as he glanced at the other guy's asymmetrical cut, he had to admit some styles looked pretty good.
The concept of being a sheep in wolf's clothing though irked him. Pleased he could smother the brunt of his annoyance, he instead drawled out, "Pretty sure a sheep wouldn't tell you to ******** off for callin' him such. So here: bite me and ******** off." He even flipped the other guy the bird for added flare.
Seeing the kid come back around and face him though had a corner of Devlin's lips twitching, moving up into a lopsided smirk before he could help himself. This guy was proving to be a bit interesting indeed. But he laughed outright, a short bark that had the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I ain't a ******** poet. How's this: you're badass on your board, so I wanted to catch some shots. Better?" Yeah he wasn't one for flowery complements. They didn't work well for him. He watched in vague interest as the other guy lit up. Someone who wanted to do sports who also smoked. Devlin kept all commentary to himself, but inclined his head in a bit of a nod when the other introduced himself. "Devlin." Chuckling a little, he shook his head at the idea of doing an real flesh fest films.
"And if I never sell, just keep for personal use?" Like hell he'd ever pay. Anything. But while he felt like throwing banter with someone...
Quote: EDIT: 04.05.2019 -- given the passage of time, I've edited in a small wrap up to this Rp below here to be able to mark this as finished.
The banter was... interesting actually. The guy was an a**, but Devlin was hardly any better. He actually got riled up a little, tempted to sling more than words, but that was fun. So he'd left, sure, tossing out c**k-sure insults and flipping the guy off in farewell, but it was... fun.
He'd be looking for the guy again in the future for more of that.
[FIN]
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