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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 9:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:04 pm
“Well, honestly the only people you really have to worry about are the terror twins…and Dash” Rylee said to Casper, with a smirk towards Dash, “The girls, and Paris, are pretty well behaved,” Dash looked a little miffed, and frowned over at Rylee, “Even I’m not as bad as them, give me some credit.” He stuck his tongue out at her, as if it would somehow help him in his argument, “I’m very friendly when I’m drunk, and I don’t set things on fire.” He paused thoughtfully, before looking over at Casper, “but, I won’t be drinking at my party this year…I promise I’ll be good…” It was rather disappointing, as eighteen was an important year in his life, however Dash knew that for the sake of his future freedom, he would have to be on his best behavior, even if that meant being a little boring.
Dash rolled his eyes a little, “The number of friends you have isn’t really important…” He sighed, “I mean, I don’t have that many close friends…I mean, I guess I know a lot of people, but I wouldn’t really consider most of them to be my friends…” Despite the image he put out to the public, Dash was actually rather introverted, not that he would let most people know that, however, as he found himself trusting Casper –even if it was just barely— he allowed the older male a . “But, I try and see at least one of my friends every weekend…and four of us go to the same school, so…” He trailed off feeling just the tiniest bit sad that it would be the last full school year he would get to spend with his friends. He quickly pushed that thought out of his head, trying not to dwell on it for too long, to the point that it actually made him upset.
Thinking for a moment, Dash quickly concluded that there wasn’t anything specific that he wanted to know about parkour. He really was just fascinated by it. “I don’t know…anything you’re willing to tell me I guess,” Dash didn’t want to pry into things that Casper was unwilling to talk about, but he didn’t see the harm in asking a few questions. “I just learned about it recently so I don’t really know much about it…You’ve got to have some cool stories or something that you can tell me, right?” Almost any answer would satisfy the seventeen year old, well, any answer except ‘no,’ or anything related. He was just curious, and he was likely to pout if Casper didn’t give me the answers he wanted.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:10 pm
"Terror...Twins?" Casper asked, not liking the sound of it. Certainly one bad apple was difficult enough to deal with, but if there were two...the trouble was usually more than doubled considering they would often help one another out. Hearing Dash's simple comments on the twins, Casper said, "Okay, I've really got to ask about these twins. Could you tell me about them? I'd rather not be surprised when it comes to rowdy guests. And if they're your guests, should you be friends or something? It doesn't sound like you're too keen on them.
"Well, we only really do the usual stuff, I suppose," Casper commented as he mused on the times he spent with his friends. "Go out to bars, see movies, chat over dinner...the stuff I suppose most friends do together. And, uh...well..." Casper stumbled a bit as he was about to mention his parkour friends, but was unsure of whether or not to continue. After all, some of what traceurs did wasn't exactly legal, and he didn't want to set a bad example.
"Well, there's moves and such, but that's more of a training matter...not really easy to explain without showing. Ummm...as far as stories go, I'm not even sure if I want to talk about it," Casper admitted with an awkward laugh. He certainly had been through some wild and tough times with his friends during their teen years, but he didn't feel right talking about it to Dash. After all, he was a bodyguard now. The fact that he even still saw his old friends, let alone still did parkour, was something he should have changed by then.
Seeing the apprehensive pout in Dash's eyes, though, Casper finally relented a bit. "Well, maybe just one story. It doesn't involve me directly, but it is about two traceur friends of mine. They were brothers, and one night while their mother was working the night shift, the apartment complex caught fire. By the time both of them woke up, all three of the lower floors had been evacuated and were too dangerous for the fire crew to get through. Besides that, they were the only ones left on the fourth floor. Their apartment only had one window, it wasn't one that opened onto the fire escape, and the door handle was too hot to touch.
"But I suppose the benefit of living in an inner city neighborhood was that all the buildings were really close together. The building next door was a drug store, with a slightly more interesting stone front than their own sheer box of a home. Both of them made it out onto a ledge near the roof of the drug store and were able to hang there until help arrived." Sitting back with satisfaction, Casper hoped it had been enough for Dash. "I still see those two every now and then, you know. I've always been really glad that their parkour skills managed to save their lives instead of landing them in jail."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 9:52 pm
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