Location: Oarbreak Beach
Time: Dawn
Participants: Rollie, @Deja

Rollie yawned and stretched her arms out as she leaned back into the sand. The sunrise was here, and with it all the fun of the night seemed to ebb away like the tide. She never was a sound sleeper but a sandy boombox and funky stuff in the air was enough to make anyone want to groove past their bedtime. It was a Saturday morning and the only thing this bum had to do was grab some grub and head home for a nice sleep in shower. That is unless she felt like hitting up the Park on the way in, get in a few new scabs before the Camp started up tomorrow. Wait. She had her days backwards again. Today was when she was supposed to go in to teach as an instructor for this new skateboard camp. Frankly all she had was a few phonecalls the past week to go by, she hadn't actually met the guy or the grounds themselves. "Go figure" The Dawn Patrol was rolling in and she did not feel like getting in anymore fistfights.

The fire crackled in it's dying throes, as Rollie dug through her backpack past her various pads for a not so fresh bottle of water. Rehydration was key after all, the festivities beforehand might have left her staggering back to her little moped. As she got up to leave, a hand lingered on her ankle as one of the friendlier party-goers of the night seemed to have woken up to. His devilish mirk mad her shake her bum of sand right on him. The slight headache forming from the rays of the sun were getting to her nerves quickly it seemed. She kicked him of and scampered up the beachside dunes, kicking seaweed off her shins and digging around for her skate shoes. Before the rest of the zombies exhumed themselves she was on her moped puttering along the side alleys of Oarbreak's small tropical haven on her way across the small island to the Camp.

She needed to skate this pain away. The new Camp Shred would be the perfect outlet for her woes. She'd even heard on the radio that it was supposed to reopen Saturday...today she reminded herself. A dented and rusted exaust pipe of an old land boat interrupted her thoughts as it ran the stop sign in front of her. She swerved and slammed on the rear brakes, planting a foot as she did so and skidding sideways with a rubber squeal and a curse. "WTF! How dare you..." He father would have been proud of the hurricane of swearing she hurled at the antique wagon that was meandering around the island presumably lost like all tourists end up. The sun was almost up and it hung a dark shadow as it struck the halfpipe in the distance. Warm cedar glow came off the ramp, with thread marks of wheels marring it's surface. It made her forget her little incident rather quickly, as she putt-putted herself up to the front gate, gear in tow.

Location: Camp Shred
Time: 7am
Participants: Rollie, @Deja

Ghostie herself was at the beach party, indulging herself I'm party favors, more so the smoking part. After receiving a text from her mentor SKID. Hazely, she makes her way up to the strip from the beach, downing a bottle of water before tossing it into a rarely used garbage bin.

Ghostie then re-actiavtes. Throwing her board down, she catches it in a Casper before flucking the board on it's side to Primo, now scooping the deck as she stood onto of it's side, nailing a 360 shuvit and pushing off heavy.

Now she was rocketing down the street on her board, maintaining her amazing speed, eventually she was going down a pretty steep hill on her way to SKID's shop. At the high point of the hill, lifting her board's nose up for a perfect manual as she descends the hill, keeping ner perfect balance as she speeds passed one Rollie whom was recuperating from their minor wreck. Unfortunately Ghostie was going so fast, if she had stopped, she would of wrecked too.

Out on the waves keeping his balance as the water brushed under the board and the large waves sailed him up to the sky Conner smiled with a look of pure delight on his face. He was glad he moved out of his parents house. Now he can do these early morning surf sessions without having to hear about it from his parents. They never approved of anything he did. They wanted him to go to college, and Conner wasn’t interested in doing more school.

He spent the entire morning surfing while he was waiting for the skate park to open. It was his day off from the surf shop, and while he loved surfing to bits, but he wouldn’t mind learning to skateboard on dry land. It couldn’t be that much different from riding the waves right?

After spending a good amount of time surfing, Conner paddled his way back to shore and stepped on to the beach. He dried off, put his tank top back on, packed up his stuff, and made his way to the park.

Location: Camp Shred
Time: 8am - 9am
Participants: Rollie, @Deja

The camp officially opened at 9, but Rollie had to show up early to help set up the arrangements for the new students. Her heart was still pumping after that stop sign fiasco; but she did recall seeing a skater almost get smeared too. Yikes. Blond bangs puft into her face as she thought back to her new job. Her brief phone call with the park manager had said he'd meet her there with all the other instructors for an introduction. Alas, when she showed up he was out apparently to breakfast with the mayor! Huh, well, the few faculty that kept the place running were nice enough to let her use the faculties just as any other patron would. Seeing as she had all her own gear she didn't need to rent anything. Knee pads were essential, as was a helmet but she also opted for elbow pads and fingerless gloves for some more aggressive carving of the bowls she loved. Speaking of which she stood on the rim of the concrete haven ready to drop in.

The tail of her scuffed board clacked on the lip of the drop, giving way to a excited giggle as she lead forward and adjusted her balance to properly tuck into the initial drop-in. The rushing screech of wheels and trucks bounced around the bowl as she dipped her knees and swayed her hips to carve up the wall and grind her back trucks on landing when she approached the top. It made a satisfying growl to her ears and the thumping of friction rippled up the soles of her shoes and she slowed down to a near-stop. Rollie tweaked her board inward and swung her arms to throw herself back into the empty pool, barely managing to save the grind from dying out but also getting the maximum tweakage to the trick. She smiled and popped out of the pool with a soft clack and landed in stride with her board in her hand.

"WOOOOooo..Man that was close! Whew who need coffee right." she spoke to no one in particular. Coming out of her little shred heaven she eyed the front gate. Yup, people were lining up down the block it it looked like! Maybe she'd find some cool new students to teach. On her neck was a somewhat official looking lanyard the staff had told her to wear and a bright blue tshirt with the SHRED logo as a uniform. She found it a little lame but never the less collected herself under a canopy with a table by the gate, a stack of stickers in hand ready to hand out as nametags. Those that had shown interest in the camp were told to just bring what they had so there must be some sort of promotional thing going on she figured. Oh well, as she sat down at the foldout table under the canopy, she put on her best customer service face and got ready to greet the new crowd. The clocked struck nine as tiny bells could be heard from the small mission across the bay. The gates opened up, and kids with pads half on, adults being strewn along, vets slinking in rarely too.

Rollie smiled brightly again and spoke up as the crowd shambled over to the greeting table. "Greetings everyone! This is Camp Shred so welcome. I'm Rollie by the way, one of the instructors you see in these rad shirts. Oh, and for you all here are nametags! Pass'm around and don't be greedy!"