The dorm stairwell, Early Saturday afternoon
Ringo had had an interesting couple of weeks, emotionally. On the one hand, snow was awesome and fun and pretty. On the other hand, it got everywhere, and was basically impossible to ride on. Snow wasn't really a big thing back in Tokyo, so she wasn't used to having to go days or weeks at a time without serious AT time just because of the weather.
This morning, looking at the window and pouting, she'd remembered something. You could ride ATs inside sometimes, too. And while it had been six months since she'd done it, it was still totally an awesome idea. So Ringo practically ran up and down the stairs putting up her little signs.
Watch out on the stairs
AT ride in progress
While she hadn't been practicing the precise moves required for a run up the stairwell, she had been slowly incorporating some of the movements into her usual outdoor runs. The only thing she hadn't really had a good chance to work on was using railings as fulcrums to swing her body around in sharp arcs.
So of course that was the first thing she flubbed, her grip slipping and sending her careening into the far wall with a thud and a laugh.
She got back up, grinning from ear to ear, and tried again. Just like last time, the stairwell was filled with laughter and excited yelling, punctuated by the occasional thumping sound as Ringo landed on her butt.
[ooc: Feel free to run into Ringo while she's putting up her signs, or while she's wildly speeding up or down the stairwell.]
This morning, looking at the window and pouting, she'd remembered something. You could ride ATs inside sometimes, too. And while it had been six months since she'd done it, it was still totally an awesome idea. So Ringo practically ran up and down the stairs putting up her little signs.
Watch out on the stairs
AT ride in progress
While she hadn't been practicing the precise moves required for a run up the stairwell, she had been slowly incorporating some of the movements into her usual outdoor runs. The only thing she hadn't really had a good chance to work on was using railings as fulcrums to swing her body around in sharp arcs.
So of course that was the first thing she flubbed, her grip slipping and sending her careening into the far wall with a thud and a laugh.
She got back up, grinning from ear to ear, and tried again. Just like last time, the stairwell was filled with laughter and excited yelling, punctuated by the occasional thumping sound as Ringo landed on her butt.
[ooc: Feel free to run into Ringo while she's putting up her signs, or while she's wildly speeding up or down the stairwell.]