#dunk-a-roo

Sketcher took a breath before he tilted his orange-blue-pink skateboard down the coping of the half-pipe and along the vert, picking up speed as he headed down the transition towards the flat. He went back up the other side and grinned to himself as he almost had enough air for a simple flip. The next pass should be enough for him.

He could hear his brother, hear Roo, cheering him on from the sidelines as he continued to speed along the sides of the half-pipe until he finally had enough air to flip his board and stick the landing for another slide back down the walls. This was what he lived for, the rush of wind in his nonexistent ears and the thrill of knowing one missed step could leave him tumbling down, hurt.

Perhaps Roo was right. He was a bit of an adrenaline junkie. At least he wasn't bad enough to thrive on the thrill of a rollercoaster that soared high through the air and left him dangling upside down and getting a head rush— no... wait, he was that bad. He remembered the screaming thrill of being held upside down, magic rushing to his head in a way that left him dizzy.

Ah, oh well. At least he was having fun with his freedom. Nothing could stop him from having that much, after all.