I decided to base this on the DREAMCAST game, Jet Grind Radio. So no JSRF-
specific characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jet Grind Radio. Stinger is my property, though.
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Rain fell on Center Street in Shibuya-cho in Tokyo-to. It was a dark day, literally. In an alleyway, a youth stirred. Stinger, renegade Rudie, opened his eyes, shaking away sleep. When he saw that a trucks horn had woken him, he cursed, and flipped off the driver when he passed. Shaking water out of his brown hair, he got up as the rain stopped.
He blinked his green eyes, and reflected. His parents were the cause of him not having a home, well, his siblings too, but they were demons anyway. His thoughts were exagerating, but only slightly. Thrown out of the house when he was five, he had to live on the streets, becoming a Rudie, surviving. If there was one thing Stinger was good at, it was surviving. 'Taggin' conditions are good. Might as well do some.'
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Beat couldn't be happier about the weather change. It finally allowed him to do what he did best; skating and taggin'. Not to mention the fact that most of the GGs shared his interests. Smiling to himself, he and the rest of the GGs gathered around the radio to listen to the latest songs on Jet Set Radio. As they listened, the voice of Professor K came on.
"This is your #1 guerilla broadcaster, Jet Set Radiooooooo! And what a fine day this is after that week-long rain storm! It seems, however, that it might not be such a good day for the GGs!" Everyone froze at this as he continued, "According to my sources, a renegade Rudie is paintin' over Shibuya-cho with his own signs! Go on, GGs! Take Shibuya back! Better yet, try to make him become a GG! That's all! Now for 'Dragula' by Rob Zombie! Jet Set Radiooooooo!" Beat turned off the radio as the GGs looked at each other worriedly. Gum was the first to speak.
"You don't think this kid is stupid enough to tag our turf, is he?"
"Plenty of renegade Rudies still think there're no gangs here in Tokyo-to, despite the media coverage we got when we saved the city," Slate said pointedly. Everyone looked at everyone else.
"I never thought I would say this, but, let's get that kid!" Beat ordered, "All of us are going to track this kid down together. Understand? Let's go!"
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Stinger did a tag on a passing truck, laughing. Tagging always made him feel better, but it didn't change the fact that he was homeless. Little did he know that he was being watched.
Combo and Slate watched from a roof. Combo wistled softly, "Not many Rudies can skate beside a moving truck, doing a large tag as they do so. Kid's got some skillz. Definate GG material. Tag's a good design, too."
"If we can get him ta join us, think how big the gang'll be! We'll finally have even numbers against the other gangs!" Slate added, "Well, we ain't doin' anythin' useful jus' standin' here." He spoke into his communicator, "We have confirmation sighting of Rudie! He's at Park Street! We're goin' in! Request backup!"
Beat's voice crackled over the communicator, "What does he look like? I need info." "Male, Medium height, long brown hair, camoflage jacket over a black tee-shirt, black elbow guards, fingerless gloves, blue jeans, the baggy kind, and black skates with white wheels." "Alright, I see 'em. All GGs, surround and capture him."
Combo did a grind, wall ride, followed by a second grind and landed in front of Stinger. The kid didn't look where he was going, and slammed right into Combo. The hit, however, didn't even faze the big GG. Combo just plucked Stinger from the ground and held him by the collar of his shirt. "Who're you, kid?"
"The n-n-name's S-stinger," the younger Rudie stuttered, then regained his cool, "What's you're name, fellow Rudie?" "My name's Combo, from Grind City. Ever heard of the place?" "No, I've been living on the streets since I was five, so I never got a formal education." "Parents killed?" Stinger shook his head as best as he could, held by his neck, "Thrown out of the house." Combo thought, and let Stinger down.
"Why don't you come join the GGs? We could use a person like you on the team." "You're a member of a Rudie gang? I didn't know there were gangs in Tokyo," Stinger replied, brushing himself off. "Don't you listen to Jet Set Radio?" Combo asked, confused.
"What the heck is Jet Set Radio?" Stinger asked, also getting confused.
"Observe." Combo placed his boom-box on the ground and turned it on. "This your favorite pirate radio station, Jet Set Radiooooooo! Let's go to the mailbag. A letter from Mr. Osaki again says, 'How do I pay for my new house?' Why're you askin' me, fool? Jet Set Radioooooo!"
As music began to play, Stinger asked, "What's a pirate radio station?" "An unapproved radio station that the location of is kept hidden from the cops, so that the members of it don't get arrested," said a voice behind him. Stinger turned around, and found himself face-to-faces with the rest of the GGs. "Good work, Combo, ya caught this new Rudie, after we heard that he was thrown out of his home, I decided that if he can do a challenge, he can join us. You all right, Stinger?"
"Yeah. You guys got a hideout? I really miss sleeping inside, haven't done that in twelve years."
"So you're seventeen?" Cube asked. "Yup. My birthday was last week. Can I crash your place as a guest until I become a member?" "Of course, but you'll need some new clothes. The ones you're wearing, I won't let in our hideout, because they're too ratty," Beat said with a disgusted face. "OK, but no style changes, alright?" "Deal. Gum, you tell him what's wrong with what he's wearing." "Alright. First off, your gloves are too thick and loose. And your vest has holes in it as big as a golf ball. Same with your shirt. You don't have a belt,also your jeans just seem wrong on you. And you'll need a better pair of skates, those're outdated."
In an hour, they walked out of the skating store. They had found some elbow pads, black, form-fitting fingerless gloves and skates in a color scheme identical to his original skates, but had the latest technology in skating integrated into the design.
They had already visited a clothing store for his outfit, then a barber shop for his hair, and then a military surplus store for a jacket they would turn into a vest. They had even found a wrist radio in an electronics store. Stinger was very happy about his new outfit. Satisfied, the GGs led Stinger back to the Garage. As they settled in for the night, Stinger was happy that he had found people that would accept him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jet Grind Radio. Stinger is my property, though.
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Rain fell on Center Street in Shibuya-cho in Tokyo-to. It was a dark day, literally. In an alleyway, a youth stirred. Stinger, renegade Rudie, opened his eyes, shaking away sleep. When he saw that a trucks horn had woken him, he cursed, and flipped off the driver when he passed. Shaking water out of his brown hair, he got up as the rain stopped.
He blinked his green eyes, and reflected. His parents were the cause of him not having a home, well, his siblings too, but they were demons anyway. His thoughts were exagerating, but only slightly. Thrown out of the house when he was five, he had to live on the streets, becoming a Rudie, surviving. If there was one thing Stinger was good at, it was surviving. 'Taggin' conditions are good. Might as well do some.'
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Beat couldn't be happier about the weather change. It finally allowed him to do what he did best; skating and taggin'. Not to mention the fact that most of the GGs shared his interests. Smiling to himself, he and the rest of the GGs gathered around the radio to listen to the latest songs on Jet Set Radio. As they listened, the voice of Professor K came on.
"This is your #1 guerilla broadcaster, Jet Set Radiooooooo! And what a fine day this is after that week-long rain storm! It seems, however, that it might not be such a good day for the GGs!" Everyone froze at this as he continued, "According to my sources, a renegade Rudie is paintin' over Shibuya-cho with his own signs! Go on, GGs! Take Shibuya back! Better yet, try to make him become a GG! That's all! Now for 'Dragula' by Rob Zombie! Jet Set Radiooooooo!" Beat turned off the radio as the GGs looked at each other worriedly. Gum was the first to speak.
"You don't think this kid is stupid enough to tag our turf, is he?"
"Plenty of renegade Rudies still think there're no gangs here in Tokyo-to, despite the media coverage we got when we saved the city," Slate said pointedly. Everyone looked at everyone else.
"I never thought I would say this, but, let's get that kid!" Beat ordered, "All of us are going to track this kid down together. Understand? Let's go!"
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Stinger did a tag on a passing truck, laughing. Tagging always made him feel better, but it didn't change the fact that he was homeless. Little did he know that he was being watched.
Combo and Slate watched from a roof. Combo wistled softly, "Not many Rudies can skate beside a moving truck, doing a large tag as they do so. Kid's got some skillz. Definate GG material. Tag's a good design, too."
"If we can get him ta join us, think how big the gang'll be! We'll finally have even numbers against the other gangs!" Slate added, "Well, we ain't doin' anythin' useful jus' standin' here." He spoke into his communicator, "We have confirmation sighting of Rudie! He's at Park Street! We're goin' in! Request backup!"
Beat's voice crackled over the communicator, "What does he look like? I need info." "Male, Medium height, long brown hair, camoflage jacket over a black tee-shirt, black elbow guards, fingerless gloves, blue jeans, the baggy kind, and black skates with white wheels." "Alright, I see 'em. All GGs, surround and capture him."
Combo did a grind, wall ride, followed by a second grind and landed in front of Stinger. The kid didn't look where he was going, and slammed right into Combo. The hit, however, didn't even faze the big GG. Combo just plucked Stinger from the ground and held him by the collar of his shirt. "Who're you, kid?"
"The n-n-name's S-stinger," the younger Rudie stuttered, then regained his cool, "What's you're name, fellow Rudie?" "My name's Combo, from Grind City. Ever heard of the place?" "No, I've been living on the streets since I was five, so I never got a formal education." "Parents killed?" Stinger shook his head as best as he could, held by his neck, "Thrown out of the house." Combo thought, and let Stinger down.
"Why don't you come join the GGs? We could use a person like you on the team." "You're a member of a Rudie gang? I didn't know there were gangs in Tokyo," Stinger replied, brushing himself off. "Don't you listen to Jet Set Radio?" Combo asked, confused.
"What the heck is Jet Set Radio?" Stinger asked, also getting confused.
"Observe." Combo placed his boom-box on the ground and turned it on. "This your favorite pirate radio station, Jet Set Radiooooooo! Let's go to the mailbag. A letter from Mr. Osaki again says, 'How do I pay for my new house?' Why're you askin' me, fool? Jet Set Radioooooo!"
As music began to play, Stinger asked, "What's a pirate radio station?" "An unapproved radio station that the location of is kept hidden from the cops, so that the members of it don't get arrested," said a voice behind him. Stinger turned around, and found himself face-to-faces with the rest of the GGs. "Good work, Combo, ya caught this new Rudie, after we heard that he was thrown out of his home, I decided that if he can do a challenge, he can join us. You all right, Stinger?"
"Yeah. You guys got a hideout? I really miss sleeping inside, haven't done that in twelve years."
"So you're seventeen?" Cube asked. "Yup. My birthday was last week. Can I crash your place as a guest until I become a member?" "Of course, but you'll need some new clothes. The ones you're wearing, I won't let in our hideout, because they're too ratty," Beat said with a disgusted face. "OK, but no style changes, alright?" "Deal. Gum, you tell him what's wrong with what he's wearing." "Alright. First off, your gloves are too thick and loose. And your vest has holes in it as big as a golf ball. Same with your shirt. You don't have a belt,also your jeans just seem wrong on you. And you'll need a better pair of skates, those're outdated."
In an hour, they walked out of the skating store. They had found some elbow pads, black, form-fitting fingerless gloves and skates in a color scheme identical to his original skates, but had the latest technology in skating integrated into the design.
They had already visited a clothing store for his outfit, then a barber shop for his hair, and then a military surplus store for a jacket they would turn into a vest. They had even found a wrist radio in an electronics store. Stinger was very happy about his new outfit. Satisfied, the GGs led Stinger back to the Garage. As they settled in for the night, Stinger was happy that he had found people that would accept him.
