CurtailedAmbrosia
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Skylar Michaud carved a lazy arc around the flagpoles, long, graceful fingers grasping hold and hiking her backpack a little higher on one slender shoulder. She gave another pushing kick with her right foot, the pink, low topped sneaker a little smudged at the toe-the college student longboarding down the wide concrete walkway, breezing by most of the foot traffic despite an easy, controlled speed. She mostly used the battered, black and white, colorfully stickered longboard for transportation these days-though she imagined she could still pull a trick or two, if she felt like it.
Which she didn’t, at least not without a proper helmet. Currently though, she didn’t have any of her protective gear on-her long dark hair-stick straight- billowed out a little behind her and especially at the shoulders, and her elbows, knees, and hands all bare and lacking pads. The lithe bodied young woman was wearing a light blue skirt and a loose, white blouse tucked into the top, a light pink tanktop under that. It was certainly a slight step up from the jeans, leggings, and sweatpants a lot of students rolled around in, but no less casual seeming-the skirt had a bit too much flare, but a glance on a turn revealed there were matching light blue shorts underneath-a sporty skort rather than an actual skaters skirt.
It felt good to be back on campus, or at least-good to be back in the hustle and bustle of the some ten thousand students, because she hadn’t left the campus itself this summer break. No, she’d been skating through it all summer, had subleased a friend’s apartment while THEY went home for the summer. She had spent the break working and swimming and skating and okay, SOME studying for her upcoming courses. Her days in the sun had darkened her already dusky skin tone to a reddish brown tan, and all in all-it’d been a good summer, one she’d really enjoyed the freedom of solitude, for a while.
But hey, she liked when things were busy, too. Not everybody was comfortable in crowds, though-for the lost, that’d only make things more confusing...like the girl over there, holding one of those crappily photocopied campus maps and looking a little ‘fresh off the bus’. She remembered trying to make sense of that thing and reflecting on how different things looked from that long ago high school campus tour-and decided she ought to lend a hand if she could.
Skylar stopped pushing and let her right foot slide along the pavement to bring her to a stop, leaning back on the tail of her board and tipping it back into her body and waiting hand.
“Get turned around?” The twenty year old offered with a smile, her white teeth contrasting with mauve colored lips. Her dark eyes are warmly sympathetic as well as mildly curious, a helpful, lightly inquiring expression that was, above all-decisively friendly.
Which she didn’t, at least not without a proper helmet. Currently though, she didn’t have any of her protective gear on-her long dark hair-stick straight- billowed out a little behind her and especially at the shoulders, and her elbows, knees, and hands all bare and lacking pads. The lithe bodied young woman was wearing a light blue skirt and a loose, white blouse tucked into the top, a light pink tanktop under that. It was certainly a slight step up from the jeans, leggings, and sweatpants a lot of students rolled around in, but no less casual seeming-the skirt had a bit too much flare, but a glance on a turn revealed there were matching light blue shorts underneath-a sporty skort rather than an actual skaters skirt.
It felt good to be back on campus, or at least-good to be back in the hustle and bustle of the some ten thousand students, because she hadn’t left the campus itself this summer break. No, she’d been skating through it all summer, had subleased a friend’s apartment while THEY went home for the summer. She had spent the break working and swimming and skating and okay, SOME studying for her upcoming courses. Her days in the sun had darkened her already dusky skin tone to a reddish brown tan, and all in all-it’d been a good summer, one she’d really enjoyed the freedom of solitude, for a while.
But hey, she liked when things were busy, too. Not everybody was comfortable in crowds, though-for the lost, that’d only make things more confusing...like the girl over there, holding one of those crappily photocopied campus maps and looking a little ‘fresh off the bus’. She remembered trying to make sense of that thing and reflecting on how different things looked from that long ago high school campus tour-and decided she ought to lend a hand if she could.
Skylar stopped pushing and let her right foot slide along the pavement to bring her to a stop, leaning back on the tail of her board and tipping it back into her body and waiting hand.
“Get turned around?” The twenty year old offered with a smile, her white teeth contrasting with mauve colored lips. Her dark eyes are warmly sympathetic as well as mildly curious, a helpful, lightly inquiring expression that was, above all-decisively friendly.