[center][i][color=82ca9d][h2]Kohl Hendrix[/h2][/color][/i][/center]
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[center][color=82ca9d][b][i]Location:[/i][/b][/color] Central Point[/center]
Kohl weaved in and out through the streets of Central Point. The bustling traffic surrounded the young skater like an ocean, but he paid them no mind. Sometimes catching a loud horn for his troubles when he cut somebody off, Kohl would just give them a peace sign and a small smile back. Kohl had always loved skating, but he more so loved the freedom that came along with it. The wind hitting your face as you rolled down the street and the countless amount of ideas you could come up with while skating always mesmerized Kohl.

Stopping for a quick second on the sidewalk, Kohl tried to wipe his forehead of sweat clean with his forearm. Kohl winced a little bit, completely forgetting about the road rash he received on his forearm earlier in the day. The result of a nasty slam, when he attempted to grind a simple bench, only to land on the concrete below. That was another reason he loved skating so much, you could never be perfect at it. Every slam made you better in a way, gave you more experience as he would like to see it. Every success didn't come without failures, and all those falls he had were failures to him, which would lead him on to the path of success.

While stopped, Kohl threw the backpack he had on him to the ground. Going through the things he had in there, he pulled out his iPhone. Kohl always kept his phone in the backpack while skating, learning the hard way that it isn't the best idea to have it in your pocket as you slam to the ground. Checking the time, Kohl noticed it was well past lunch. His stomach gave out a little gurgle as he put the phone away back into the backpack. [color=82ca9d]"I got you, little dude. Don't you worry."[/color] Kohl said to his stomach as he rubbed it jokingly. Skating off, Kohl made his way towards a place to grab a bite to eat.
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[center][color=82ca9d][b][i]Location:[/i][/b][/color] The Old Starboard[/center]
The Old Starboard. One of many places to grab a bite to eat in the city, but to Kohl, it was the most consistent. The service is amazing, the atmosphere is great, and the food is even better. Kohl skated up to the pub, kicking the board up to his hand, as he opened the door to enter.

Walking into the pub, Kohl looked around the establishment. Noticing a woman around his age with short, brownish-colored hair standing by a small package with what seemed like the head chef nearby. After a short dialogue, the chef walked into the back room leaving the woman in a state of confusion. She kept up the contorted, confused face for a while before a waitress came to slide her a small piece of paper. Probably an order of some sorts. Kohl chuckled to himself as he made his way towards the booths located near the back. While on his way towards the booths Kohl looked around again, spotting a blonde haired who seemed to just be gazing at people coming and going throughout. Kohl walked the line of booths, Finding an empty one near a guy with blackish-brown hair hamming away at his laptop, seeming to be enveloped in whatever business he was doing on there. 

Kohl slid his skateboard under the table of the booth first, before sliding in his seat. Shortly after, the same waitress that handed the confused woman a piece of paper at the counter came to take his order. "And what will you be having today?" Kohl mulled over his decisions but decided pretty quickly. [color=82ca9d]"..Uhm.. Let me just get an order of your hot wings please... also can I just get a glass of water?"[/color] Kohl gave her a small smile as he ordered. "Sure thing, coming right up!" Kohl gave her another small smile as she walked away. Sliding down in the booth a little, Kohl gave out a deep sigh of relief. He had been skating all day and sitting down felt like heaven to him right now.