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by Oh look, another glorious morning.
That had been Chiara's first thought when waking up. The seventeen-years-old needed to take a break away from Camp -- not that she disliked Camp, not at all. She just needed -- what was the word? Mortal activity. She wanted to spend a day as a normal mortal before coming back to Camp Half-Blood. Of course, there still was the danger that she might be attacked by monsters, but to be honest, she was safer in the USA than she had ever been on Corsica. After all, Corsica was kind of in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. After having been brought to Camp, she had been attacked monsters again and again.
She pulled on a black T-Shirt printed with a multiple-headed red dragon, which was the emblem of the Targaryen House in Game of Thrones. She had the shirts of House Stark, House Lannister and House Baratheon, which she liked a lot because of their leitmotiv: 'Ours is the fury'.
But on the other hand, the Targaryen's motto was nice too: 'Fire and blood' -- that sentence was printed just under the dragon on her shirt.
With that shirt, she had a pair of ripped denim shorts, a large black leather belt with a chain hanging on one side, her combat boots and some punk bracelets around her wrists. A silver snake was curling up around her right ear.
With Chiron's permission, she had gotten a one-day break to Washington and had 'accidentally' taken Mark's BMX with her (Mark was one of her half-brothers). She first had ridden the bike to the nearest business, where there was a bus station. She had waited for the damned bus for thirty minutes. It had taken her to New York, where she had taken the train to Washington. In theory, she would've stopped at New York, but she wanted to go further away. She had spent too much time at New York, and she felt like trying out something new.
She arrived at Washington and took out her Blackberry. Yes, phones attract monsters, blah blah. But Chiara had one, for two reasons: first, in order to keep contact with persons she knew, second because she was either way seeking out danger. She wanted to have a good old fight against monsters, the last one she had had went back more than one month and a half ago.
She still remembered it clearly, because she had spent two days in the Infirmary because of that stupid drakon acid. Now her foot was fully healed again -- of course.
It didn't take her long to find some skateboard ramps on which she could ride her BMX; she started pedaling quicker in order to get more speed and made some bunny-ups and nose-manuals to warm up.
When she had warmed up sufficiently, she rode the BMX to one of the ramps and made a one-foot before rolling back down on the other side. She performed a manual, stretching out her legs while bending her arms in order to keep herself on the rear wheel then got back down. These simple movements drove back memories of Corsica, when she'd skate and do BMX with her friends: Thiago, which was more than her friend since he was her cousin, Miguel, Rashid, Thomas, Rafael, Marco... They were eleven in total, and she was the only girl. Whenever another girl tried to joined their groups, she first had to submit to some 'tests' by Chiara which were essentially punches in the face. Normally, they gave up after that.
She remembered those long days when they'd skive together, go to the beach, then travel up to Bonifacio with the bus, ride their BMX and skateboards, then hang out in the port, drinking beer or lemon soda while listening to rap, metal or dubstep.
At the recollections, she smiled, pedaling over to a handrail and did a grind before coming down, riding over to one of the ramps, cycling up, did an aerial, rolled back down then up a second ramp and did a no-footed can can. She continued like that, performing condors, one-handed manuals, footjams, barspins, inverts, tail whips, nosedive 360s and even backflips, flairs and tuck to turndowns.
She soon raised the attention of another group of boys who were skating and doing BMX. Chiara did a footjam just in front of them which made her come to a stop; they smirked at her and decided they'd do a kind of friendly contest, to which Chiara of course agreed. They never knew who actually won the contest because they stopped after one hour, their faces beaded with sweat, and settled down for some cold Coke while talking and exchanging questions about them. Soon enough, Chiara felt like she was back in Corsica, because those boys were exactly the type same type as her friends back there. One of them even reminded her physically of Thiago.
The Coke-break done, they started riding their bikes again; Chiara stringed together inverts, 540 footjams, flairs, no-footed can cans, one-hands,ice picks, wheelies, wall rides, crooked grinds, kick outs, X-ups, condors and backflips
That had been Chiara's first thought when waking up. The seventeen-years-old needed to take a break away from Camp -- not that she disliked Camp, not at all. She just needed -- what was the word? Mortal activity. She wanted to spend a day as a normal mortal before coming back to Camp Half-Blood. Of course, there still was the danger that she might be attacked by monsters, but to be honest, she was safer in the USA than she had ever been on Corsica. After all, Corsica was kind of in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. After having been brought to Camp, she had been attacked monsters again and again.
She pulled on a black T-Shirt printed with a multiple-headed red dragon, which was the emblem of the Targaryen House in Game of Thrones. She had the shirts of House Stark, House Lannister and House Baratheon, which she liked a lot because of their leitmotiv: 'Ours is the fury'.
But on the other hand, the Targaryen's motto was nice too: 'Fire and blood' -- that sentence was printed just under the dragon on her shirt.
With that shirt, she had a pair of ripped denim shorts, a large black leather belt with a chain hanging on one side, her combat boots and some punk bracelets around her wrists. A silver snake was curling up around her right ear.
With Chiron's permission, she had gotten a one-day break to Washington and had 'accidentally' taken Mark's BMX with her (Mark was one of her half-brothers). She first had ridden the bike to the nearest business, where there was a bus station. She had waited for the damned bus for thirty minutes. It had taken her to New York, where she had taken the train to Washington. In theory, she would've stopped at New York, but she wanted to go further away. She had spent too much time at New York, and she felt like trying out something new.
She arrived at Washington and took out her Blackberry. Yes, phones attract monsters, blah blah. But Chiara had one, for two reasons: first, in order to keep contact with persons she knew, second because she was either way seeking out danger. She wanted to have a good old fight against monsters, the last one she had had went back more than one month and a half ago.
She still remembered it clearly, because she had spent two days in the Infirmary because of that stupid drakon acid. Now her foot was fully healed again -- of course.
It didn't take her long to find some skateboard ramps on which she could ride her BMX; she started pedaling quicker in order to get more speed and made some bunny-ups and nose-manuals to warm up.
When she had warmed up sufficiently, she rode the BMX to one of the ramps and made a one-foot before rolling back down on the other side. She performed a manual, stretching out her legs while bending her arms in order to keep herself on the rear wheel then got back down. These simple movements drove back memories of Corsica, when she'd skate and do BMX with her friends: Thiago, which was more than her friend since he was her cousin, Miguel, Rashid, Thomas, Rafael, Marco... They were eleven in total, and she was the only girl. Whenever another girl tried to joined their groups, she first had to submit to some 'tests' by Chiara which were essentially punches in the face. Normally, they gave up after that.
She remembered those long days when they'd skive together, go to the beach, then travel up to Bonifacio with the bus, ride their BMX and skateboards, then hang out in the port, drinking beer or lemon soda while listening to rap, metal or dubstep.
At the recollections, she smiled, pedaling over to a handrail and did a grind before coming down, riding over to one of the ramps, cycling up, did an aerial, rolled back down then up a second ramp and did a no-footed can can. She continued like that, performing condors, one-handed manuals, footjams, barspins, inverts, tail whips, nosedive 360s and even backflips, flairs and tuck to turndowns.
She soon raised the attention of another group of boys who were skating and doing BMX. Chiara did a footjam just in front of them which made her come to a stop; they smirked at her and decided they'd do a kind of friendly contest, to which Chiara of course agreed. They never knew who actually won the contest because they stopped after one hour, their faces beaded with sweat, and settled down for some cold Coke while talking and exchanging questions about them. Soon enough, Chiara felt like she was back in Corsica, because those boys were exactly the type same type as her friends back there. One of them even reminded her physically of Thiago.
The Coke-break done, they started riding their bikes again; Chiara stringed together inverts, 540 footjams, flairs, no-footed can cans, one-hands,ice picks, wheelies, wall rides, crooked grinds, kick outs, X-ups, condors and backflips
Last edited by Morgan Landry on 3/24/2015, 8:17 am; edited 5 times in total
