Hang Ten Time!
Who: Michelangeol, OPEN
What: Surfing
When: Saturday, afternoon
Where: The beach
Summary: Mikey finally finished his surfboards, and is ready to show Sieben one of the best pastimes ever!
Rating: G
Mikey grinned as the wind whipped some of the longer blonde hairs against his face, still new to the feeling. He'd finished healing from the battle, and it couldn't have happened sooner - the waves were calling to him with their siren's song, beckoning him to enter their embrace and ride their backs with abandon. It was all Mikey could do to keep from running straight in and paddling out past the breakers.
"Ahhh, man, this is the life!" Sure, it wasn't New York, and he really missed New York... but he couldn't help how much this place had to offer. It was still a novelty to him, being out in broad daylight without being in disguise, without darting from shadow to shadow. He closed his eyes, still grinning, letting the sun beat down on his face as he turned it skyward. "A turtle could get used to this!" He took a deep breath, smelling the sea just in front of him, and let it out in an exuberant "YEAH!" He sat on the sand next to the boards, waiting for the untrained to show, so that he could give his first lesson in surfing.
What: Surfing
When: Saturday, afternoon
Where: The beach
Summary: Mikey finally finished his surfboards, and is ready to show Sieben one of the best pastimes ever!
Rating: G
Mikey grinned as the wind whipped some of the longer blonde hairs against his face, still new to the feeling. He'd finished healing from the battle, and it couldn't have happened sooner - the waves were calling to him with their siren's song, beckoning him to enter their embrace and ride their backs with abandon. It was all Mikey could do to keep from running straight in and paddling out past the breakers.
"Ahhh, man, this is the life!" Sure, it wasn't New York, and he really missed New York... but he couldn't help how much this place had to offer. It was still a novelty to him, being out in broad daylight without being in disguise, without darting from shadow to shadow. He closed his eyes, still grinning, letting the sun beat down on his face as he turned it skyward. "A turtle could get used to this!" He took a deep breath, smelling the sea just in front of him, and let it out in an exuberant "YEAH!" He sat on the sand next to the boards, waiting for the untrained to show, so that he could give his first lesson in surfing.