shizzz
That one guy
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OOC: my cowriter never got this going. The basic premise; he strikes it rich from his product. But he is a bit of an extreme adventurer. His friend hooks him up with an extreme tour, but not only that he gets a little extra from the tour guide. My character has no idea his guide is also to be a companion as they travel and adventure. PM me if your interrsted
Lance smiled to himself, stretching in the afternoon soon, the lithe shredded lines of his torso cast stark shadows over his form, his body still thumping from the climb.
He stood on the top of the spire, out on the mesa of Arizona, a full 200 feet of almost vertical climb beneath him, just his pack on his back and the dust on his hands.
He pulled his blond hair back, grabbed his aluminum bottle and took a long swallow admiring the shadow he and his spire cast below him
He felt like he was on top of the world
He had just sold his climbing shoe design to a climbing shoe company for 750,000$
He was on top of the world, and he was fiannly gonna get to see the world. Climb the mountains, hike the jungles, dive from the cliffs, scuba dive the reefs, and everything in between.
His cool blue eyes lifted to the horizon. He stepped to the edge, then executes a deft flip, letting his body plummet to the call of the earth for a heartbeat. Then he tossed the parachute he had been holding in the other hand behind him.
His body jerked as the chute opened and he arched hard, pulling a tight spiral around the spiral
"WoooooooooHooooooo" he cried as his blood sang
A few hours later he was in his jeep heading home, texting his friend the good news and proposing his adventure vacation idea. He needed this soooooo bad
He needed to get out of this rut he had been in for the last 7 years after his one and only real relationship had ended. He needed someone to share things with
With that in mind he decided to go to a bar
20 minutes later he was at home eating a frozen dinner, unable to bring himself to going out on his own.
Lance smiled to himself, stretching in the afternoon soon, the lithe shredded lines of his torso cast stark shadows over his form, his body still thumping from the climb.
He stood on the top of the spire, out on the mesa of Arizona, a full 200 feet of almost vertical climb beneath him, just his pack on his back and the dust on his hands.
He pulled his blond hair back, grabbed his aluminum bottle and took a long swallow admiring the shadow he and his spire cast below him
He felt like he was on top of the world
He had just sold his climbing shoe design to a climbing shoe company for 750,000$
He was on top of the world, and he was fiannly gonna get to see the world. Climb the mountains, hike the jungles, dive from the cliffs, scuba dive the reefs, and everything in between.
His cool blue eyes lifted to the horizon. He stepped to the edge, then executes a deft flip, letting his body plummet to the call of the earth for a heartbeat. Then he tossed the parachute he had been holding in the other hand behind him.
His body jerked as the chute opened and he arched hard, pulling a tight spiral around the spiral
"WoooooooooHooooooo" he cried as his blood sang
A few hours later he was in his jeep heading home, texting his friend the good news and proposing his adventure vacation idea. He needed this soooooo bad
He needed to get out of this rut he had been in for the last 7 years after his one and only real relationship had ended. He needed someone to share things with
With that in mind he decided to go to a bar
20 minutes later he was at home eating a frozen dinner, unable to bring himself to going out on his own.
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