Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 14:40:06 GMT -5
Music thumped through the boombox between Tell's feet as he rolled down the boardwalk. His crutches pushed him through the weekend crowd, like oars gliding through the water. When he found the right spot, clear enough to move around and still visible to draw an audience, Tell stopped. He put the boombox on the ground beside the street lamp and laid his derby hat beside it. He leaned his faithful skateboard against the boardwalk railing and sighed. He needed this. Lately his minimal psy-power had been acting out lately. It was like part of his brain had turned snitch and ever little lie the students told, rolled through his ears like a train whistle. It was giving him a migraine. Besides, this had always been a great way to leave his head for a moment while making extra cash.
It was good, clear weather. The sky had opened up from the dreary clouds from that morning and the sun was warmer than it had been. That meant more people on the pier and in the shops along the boardwalk. The smell of fried dough and sugar mingled with the harsh call of the seagulls and the water that slapped dully against the docks.
He switched the track to a Johnny Cash remix. Normally, Tell wasn't big on dubstep or techno. Something about this song had captured him and before he had realized it, a new routine had been born. Gripping his crutches, Tell began to move to the baseline. He twisted and turned, using the crutches as props as he lifted himself into the air or glided across the ground like his shoes had wheels. Tell had always turned to street performances as a form of meditation. Sure, he gave the impression that he could walk without the crutches because of how he had mastered them. But when he was dancing, even he forgot their necessity. He was gone and free in the movement. A smile flitted across his face as the chink of coins fell into his hat, bringing him back to earth.
{Ooc: the song I was thinking of if anyone wanted the reference. www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrjl6Y6cI_4 }
It was good, clear weather. The sky had opened up from the dreary clouds from that morning and the sun was warmer than it had been. That meant more people on the pier and in the shops along the boardwalk. The smell of fried dough and sugar mingled with the harsh call of the seagulls and the water that slapped dully against the docks.
He switched the track to a Johnny Cash remix. Normally, Tell wasn't big on dubstep or techno. Something about this song had captured him and before he had realized it, a new routine had been born. Gripping his crutches, Tell began to move to the baseline. He twisted and turned, using the crutches as props as he lifted himself into the air or glided across the ground like his shoes had wheels. Tell had always turned to street performances as a form of meditation. Sure, he gave the impression that he could walk without the crutches because of how he had mastered them. But when he was dancing, even he forgot their necessity. He was gone and free in the movement. A smile flitted across his face as the chink of coins fell into his hat, bringing him back to earth.
{Ooc: the song I was thinking of if anyone wanted the reference. www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrjl6Y6cI_4 }