LOG/3RD PERSON SAMPLE Ten o'clock, and a cloudy night.
It was perfect. Yoyo'd been sleeping a better part of the afternoon just to get up and get out now. Before that, he'd spent a good hour preparing. His messenger bag was padded between cans of paint to avoid clicking together. The wheels of his skates were well oiled to prevent any possible squeaking. The tagger slipped his skates on and rolled to the door. Little oil on the door helped too, as he turned the handle slowly to get out while his roommate slept. Just getting outside the door to his room took longer than he wanted, but there was plenty of time in the night still.
Pushing off the door's frame, Yoyo rolled down the hall, a bit faster than he would've walked. At each corner he had to turn he simply let himself roll into the wall, rather than risk slipping on a turn, or having to lift a foot otherwise. He pushed off each wall after turning himself proper, quietly navigating the halls on wheeled shoes. Yoyo'd begun thinking about how it would be nice to have some of those shoes that actually have wheels in them. Thinking a bit too deeply about it, as it turned out, as he nearly went over the edge on a set of stairs, before catching himself on the banister. A bit further and he'd be at the biggest challenge of the night; the front doors.
Pulling his hood over his head, he sat down, and removes his skates, leaving himself in only the slide-out padding to creep down the stairs. One skate went under each arm to keep them from hitting together. Thus far, the whole endeavor was a stealthy success. Getting out the front doors was slower than getting out of his own room. Once he'd cracked it open far enough to get his body through, he tosses one skate out, flinging in into a nearby planter with barely a thud. Out the door he slides before guiding the front door shut again. Picking up his skate, he was off again, trotting along the path as he heads for the main gates. Rather than trying to throw the skates over as well, he simply left them by the wall as he gets a running start to scale up and over the wall.
Now that Yoyo was over the wall, he had a good few hours to spend redesigning he school's welcome sign. Because it was clearly too boring as it was now. Serif lettering on a brick wall... Simply unacceptable. Tearing into his bag, Yoyo started with a base of white, covering the sign completely before doing anything that looked like lettering...
A good two hours, and three empty cans of paint later, Yoyo wore a huge, cheezy grin on his face regarding his latest piece. Whipping out his phone, he took a shot of it before making his efforts to get back inside the school's walls.
It was perfect. Yoyo'd been sleeping a better part of the afternoon just to get up and get out now. Before that, he'd spent a good hour preparing. His messenger bag was padded between cans of paint to avoid clicking together. The wheels of his skates were well oiled to prevent any possible squeaking. The tagger slipped his skates on and rolled to the door. Little oil on the door helped too, as he turned the handle slowly to get out while his roommate slept. Just getting outside the door to his room took longer than he wanted, but there was plenty of time in the night still.
Pushing off the door's frame, Yoyo rolled down the hall, a bit faster than he would've walked. At each corner he had to turn he simply let himself roll into the wall, rather than risk slipping on a turn, or having to lift a foot otherwise. He pushed off each wall after turning himself proper, quietly navigating the halls on wheeled shoes. Yoyo'd begun thinking about how it would be nice to have some of those shoes that actually have wheels in them. Thinking a bit too deeply about it, as it turned out, as he nearly went over the edge on a set of stairs, before catching himself on the banister. A bit further and he'd be at the biggest challenge of the night; the front doors.
Pulling his hood over his head, he sat down, and removes his skates, leaving himself in only the slide-out padding to creep down the stairs. One skate went under each arm to keep them from hitting together. Thus far, the whole endeavor was a stealthy success. Getting out the front doors was slower than getting out of his own room. Once he'd cracked it open far enough to get his body through, he tosses one skate out, flinging in into a nearby planter with barely a thud. Out the door he slides before guiding the front door shut again. Picking up his skate, he was off again, trotting along the path as he heads for the main gates. Rather than trying to throw the skates over as well, he simply left them by the wall as he gets a running start to scale up and over the wall.
Now that Yoyo was over the wall, he had a good few hours to spend redesigning he school's welcome sign. Because it was clearly too boring as it was now. Serif lettering on a brick wall... Simply unacceptable. Tearing into his bag, Yoyo started with a base of white, covering the sign completely before doing anything that looked like lettering...
A good two hours, and three empty cans of paint later, Yoyo wore a huge, cheezy grin on his face regarding his latest piece. Whipping out his phone, he took a shot of it before making his efforts to get back inside the school's walls.
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