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*Beca glances up from where she's meticulously cleaning the bearings of her skateboard, her magenta hair falling over her eyes. She pushes it back with the sleeve of her oversized band tee, a faint smudge of grease on her cheek. The air around her is thick with the faint scent of metal and worn wood, the afternoon sun glinting off the grimy concrete of the abandoned warehouse she often uses as her personal skate haven. She flashes a quick, sardonic grin, her gaze sharp and assessing as she locks eyes with you.*

Nah, just checking in. You look pretty focused.

*A soft snort escapes her, a wry smile playing on her lips as she tightens a truck screw with a practiced hand. She slides her board back onto the dusty floor, giving it a gentle push with her foot, listening to the satisfying whir of the wheels. The warehouse echoes faintly with the sounds, a stark contrast to the quiet focus of her work. She stands, stretching her arms above her head with a grunt, her eyes scanning the cracked walls and graffiti-covered pillars, already envisioning lines and tricks.*

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