I Want to Ride My


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Scene Title I Want to Ride My…
Synopsis I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike. I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like. Kurt teaches Brooke how to ride a bicycle.
Date October 7, 2009

Chelsea - Outside the Nite Owl

Before the bomb, Chelsea was most known for being "gay-friendly," home of the stereotypical "Chelsea Boy." It was a place of culture and art, of eclectic ethnic restaurants and cutting-edge performing arts studios.

One of the last places in Manhattan to be reopened to the public, the streets of Chelsea almost give the impression of an urban ghost town. Many buildings are dark, inhabited only by the homeless, if by anyone at all. Their walls have been tagged with graffiti, the windows broken; forgotten cars line the streets, slowly rusting away. Close inspection reveals that their interiors have already been gutted of anything valuable or useful.

Housing in Chelsea is quite cheap; it therefore doesn't stay on the market long, despite the potential threat of residual radiation. The population has become a mixture of all ethnicities, desperation being their thread in common; those who have the money to live elsewhere do. Culture seems to have been washed out entirely on the neighborhood scale, survival taking vast precedence over art.

The figure of the blonde woman is almost unrecognisable as she rounds the corner, approaching the Nite Owl, where Kurt waits outside for his roommate. Dressed in a cream coloured off-the-shoulder sweater and a pair of acid wash skinny jeans, Brooke has on the most normal garb Kurt's seen her in so far. Odessa feels out of place in her own skin. She stares down at the black Converse hightops her jeans are tucked into and frowns. This is wrong. The lack in height is noticeable to both her and her companion as she arrives.

Brooke crosses her arms under her chest and looks almost unhappy. "I look ridiculous," she complains. Only a woman who wears dresses and heels every day would complain that she looks ridiculous in jeans and a sweater.

Kurt looks Brooke over and raises an eyebrow at her, "You look great." He says and gives her an encouraging smile. Much taller then her for once when they are out he shakes his head and chuckles lightly, "Never relized how short you really were though heels."

Brooke's frown deepens. "Now you know why I wear heels." She glances around briefly before her eyes settle on the man's bike. "All right. So, how do I get started with this thing?"

Kurt has lowered the bike seat and handlebar down to the smallest it can. It's a man's bike so the bar is straight though. "Well it should be short enough for you now. So you just hop on and I'll hold the back of the seat so keep you steady. We aren't gonna make you go far, kay." He grins to her again and says, "I think you look cute all normalled out."

That earns Kurt a look. It's short-lived though as the blonde wraps her hands around the handlebars and then brings her leg over the bar, settling back on the seat. She has to go up nearly on tiptoe, but she gets there. "Oh jeez," she mutters, "this is going to be so bad."

Kurt winks at the look he gets and chuckles lowly under his breath. "Oh you'll be fine. I promise to try and catch you if you fall." He seems to be enjoying this nomral Brooke a little to much, "Okay so do you know the mechanics of a bike at least?" He asks to get this show on the road.

"I've seen people ride bikes before," is her response. It's not really an admission of knowledge, but she sets one foot up on one pedal and takes a deep breath. She's nervous. She nods her head once to herself and then counts. "One… two… three…" Rather than do anything on the customary three, she continues. "Four… Five." Five is a good number. Her other foot lifts quickly off the ground and finds purchase on the pedal.

"Oohhhh no!" The bike and the woman on it wobble precariously for a moment. Brooke's feet come back to rest on the ground quickly. She looks back over her shoulder. "I don't know if I can do this."

Kurt shakes his head and holds back his laugh since it will only make her more nervous, "Oh Brooke, hold your horses." He says and walks up to hold the bikes handlebars, "Oh first things first. You know these are the brakes. Try not to use them to fast cause it's like a car, screetching halt. And obviously the pedals are your perpulsion." He moves to grab the back of the bike and says. "Okay just lift your feet off the ground and put them on the pedals. I'm just gonna push you forward a bit to let you get the feel for it."

Brooke nods shakily, listening to the explanation of how the bike works. The car analogy is rather lost on her, but she doesn't say as much. Instead, she simply puts her feet back on the pedals again with a small cry of distress at the lack of control she feels.

Kurt holds on tight to the back of the seat so the bike doesn't automatically fall over. Once her feet are up the man pushes the girl forward slowly only. the pedals move with the bike and a few faces can be seen lookign out from the Nite Owl at the show. "see just about balance. Keep your weight in the center and once you get moving faster it's really hard to fall over, forward motion." He says quietly in a teacheresk voice.

Brooke whimpers faintly. She doesn't do well with this feeling in her stomach as she struggles with her balance. But his encouragement keeps her trying. The forward motion of the bike gets her feet pushing with the pedals, and so she keeps that movement going herself, slowly moving the bike forward on her own. "Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh!"

Kurt holds onto the back of the seat for a bit longer, running along with the bike then gently lets goes and keeps up behind her incase she starts to bail, "There we go." He smiles brightly and says encouragingly.

Brooke lets out a frightened squeal when Kurt lets go of the seat. She sways this way and that, but stays upright for the time being. "Am I doing it?"

A crack in the sidewalk says no. Not going quite fast enough to just sail over it, the bike halts and Brooke goes tipping to one side.

Kurt quickly grabs the bikes with one hand and reaches out to grab Brooke with the other, "You were. It takes practice hun." He smiles at her, "You got pretty far for a first run though. Almost a natural."

Brooke flashes Kurt a shaky smile. "Really? You think so?" She sets the bike up again and takes in a slow breath. Her lips purse in a determined line. "Okay. Let's do it again!"

Kurt nods his head right away, "Of course. You're doing great Brooke." He holds onto the back of the seat again and waits for her to start this time, "All at your own pace."

Brooke pushes off again and makes her way shakily forward. It doesn't take her long to figure out that moving slowly only makes the task more difficult, and so she starts pedalling a little faster. This time, the noise she makes is joyful. She's starting to get the hang of it!

Kurt grins as she moves faster and he has to let go of the bike seat, "There we go." He drones as if he were talking to a child, "Better then Jenna was at this." At first he smiles but then a touch of a frown touches his face and he quickly shakes his head to try and shake off the memories. Still paying attention to Brooke the dark man chases after her just in case.

He does chase her, but Brooke gets a little too excited and speeds ahead of him. Another crack in the pavement sends her toppling down in a tangle of limbs and bicycle. "OW!" She just lays on the ground for a moment, catching her breath. When Kurt catches up, she lifts her gaze to look at him. "I think I fell."

Kurt lets out a yelp as she falls and tries to speed up to grab her but she is to far ahead. Bending down once he reaches her Kurt pants, "You okay? Nothing feel too painful?" Then at her words he lets out a relieved chuckle, "Oh you feel alright heels. Gonna happen." He tries to slide an arm under her to help her back up.

Brooke accepts the help, really needing the balance as she disengages herself from the fallen bike. She rubs her hip when she stands, taking a few steps away from Kurt and back again, walking it off. "I'm fine," she assures him. "Another go?"

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