Disclaimer/Authors Note/Whatever you want to call it: Oo! My second
fanfic ^_^; Okay, first, I don't own Jet Set Radio Future, nor Jet Grind
Radio for that matter. I own all characters that don't seem relevant to the
aforementioned game. Second, this is JSRF fic, rather than a Jet Grind fic.
Just wanted that cleared up for sake of the characters. Oh! And the time
frame is right after chapter..Aah..Four? Well, after all the sewer system
stuff, but before you win Cube or Yo-Yo gets stolen. 'Kay!
"This looks rather interesting!" The girl said to herself, peering into the blackened depths of a faraway tunnel. Her eyes adverting back up, she saw the stairway to the wrought-iron platform she had fallen from earlier, and decided to ignore it. Tapping her oversized roller skates against the concrete ground, she skated ahead with eagerness.
She was greatly disappointed when she finally stopped inside the tunnel. A rusting, iron fence blocked her from skating into the tunnel's mysterious depths, and the only way around it seemed to be a platform above it, much too high to be reached on her own. It was during her disappointment that she noticed the graffiti. One in particular. It seemed as if a rival had painted in purple spray something to the extent of 'Po Jam'. Covering it, or at least almost, was an interesting piece of art.
Despite her race, and in favor of her ethnicity, she could read and speak Japanese. Why else was she in Tokyo? Back to the graffiti.
In thin black outline, in Japanese, the word 'Garam' was spelled out, and behind it, a crystal-made snake. Considering, it was actually very pretty. Colors dodged off the snake as it if it were, in reality, an actual crystal snake. Sitting down, the girl began untying her black skates. The place seemed vacant and hidden enough - Who else would want to come into a smelly sewer, anyway?
Putting her minuscule, burgundy pack onto the ground, she digged around for something. Pulling out odds and ends, a CD walkman and spray oil, she finally found what she was looking for.
"Aha!" She said to herself, pulling out a can of deep red spray paint. Shaking it roughly, she uncapped it and wrote, in clear, heart- bubbled words, 'Kawaii!' with a discreet arrow pointing to the conquering picture. Grinning cutely, she replaced everything into her pack.
"Hrm. You really like it?" A singsong voice came from above her. Swiveling to the noise, she found the owner of the voice on the impossible platform above the fence.
"I always liked being artistic." He dramatized the word 'artistic' with a hand gesture. The girl giggled softly, then looked back to the guy atop the platform. He seemed, like her, out of place in Tokyo. Ashen skin, slim but strong figure..He was either sitting of lying on his stomach, so she couldn't tell is he, too, was a skater. But still, it was still good to find another African-American.
"Hey, don't worry. Everyone gets stuck in that trap," He said with a knowing laugh, "You're lucky the Rokkaku Police aern't after the us again, or else I'd be back with the GG's. and you'd be stuck here." He nodded his head toward the bar that had dropped during his speech over the entrance.
"Usually, I'd make you do prove your worthiness to me. But hey, you're cute and you had better have some mad skating skills to get into here. Just a sec." The girl flushed pink at the comment, then sighed when the boy disappeared from view. Then she figured - So he is a skater! Cute! Soon, though, she was rewarded with a thick metal rafter falling to the ground. It was nearly vertical, but still possible to grind. Tying her skates back on, the girl backed up expertly, then jumped, landing on the edge of the rafter in the gap between the front two wheels and the back two wheels. She rode expertly up, the metal-against-metal emitting sparks from beneath her, but the paid it no heed. At the end of the bar, she jumped, spun around fully and landed behind the boy. He grinned.
"Good. You can grind." He said in a sarcastic tone, but there was a hint of envy in his voice. The girl spun once as if she were showing off, fell, and laughed, soon to be joined by the boy. He held out a hand, which she grabbed without hesitation.
"I'm Garam, to some reach. You are?"
"Katsu Baddock. But I'm known as Kat," Kat said, letting Garam lift her off her feet. ( As if he hadn't already ^_~ ) Trying to induce conversation, Kat put her hands behind her back and rocked from her front wheels to her back.
"So..You're in the GG's?" She inquired, lifting a dark eyebrow. Garam strutted importantly near the edge, then turned.
"Yes. Which makes me higher than you on the 'Skaters Food Chain." He joked. Kat laughed heartily, stopping abruptly so she could hear his voice echoing off the dismal walls. Garam looked at her oddly, then shrugged it off.
"Hey. Lets get out of here." He skated backwards a length, then blasted foreward, catching the edge of the platform and stumbling, makign a sort of belly-flop onto a long part at the top of the rafter. Kat stifled a laugh, then replaced it with a, "Are you okay?"
Skating slowly over to him, Kat offered him a fingerless-gloved hand as he had done earlier for her. He took it and held onto it for a bit longer than he should have, then heaved himself up on it. His face was a tad red, but other than that, he looked like the same Garam.
"Lets try this again!" He said encouragingly, backing up again. This time his blades hit the top of the steel, and let loose blue-and-gold sparks. At the end of the bar, he jumped with an 'A-hoo!' and landed on the platform nearest the entrance. He took a melodramatic bow and thanked his peasants. Kat played along and applauded with a pearly smile. She, too, grinded and flew over to the other side. Garam greeted her with a bow, his hand extended.
"Now we go, milady." He said, moving into a king-like poise. Taking his hand, Kat grinned.
"Of course, sire."
The two in unison dropped upon the entrance's beam's high end, knocking it flat, providing a way home. The outside light was dimming, and Kat supposed it was about eight-o-clock PM. Releasing each other's hand, Garam and Kat skated nearby until they reached the entrance to the garage.
'Why not? I don't think anyone will mind.' Garam thought to himself. Hopping into the pipe, he rode down into the garage, happy to see Kat just behind him.
"Oi, Garam, gerrover here!" A female voice called over to the slim, black skater. Leaving Kat at the stairway down to Rokkaku-Dai Heights, Garam rolled over to a girl with blue hair and a light blue short-cut dress. Other skaters were with her - One at the front of the group had a tall, thin hat. He seemed to be the leader.
Garam seemed to lean in, say something, then grin. Kat raised an eyebrow as catcalls and whistles was expelled from the group. Then a familiar voice called out.
"Kat! Hey girl! Get over here!" Kat riddled her mind with trying to find out who it was - Wait! Boogie? Skating quickly over to the crowd, who were huddled beneath a piece of floating flooring. The blond hair was easy to spot.
"Boogie! I haven't seen you forever, y'know!?" Kat laughed, then embraced her friend intimately. The two hushed after that with an angry glare from the guy at front.
"Corn." Boogie whispered to Kat out of the side of her mouth, "Pretty much the big man on campus."
"Or the big head on campus." Kat heard Garam whisper to her. Giggling quietly, Boogie and Kat hid their heads in their arms. Kat had a feeling she was going to like this place. If she became a member of the GG's.
"Okay. Those damn 'The Immortal' kids are back, sprayin' their paint all over. We can't let this happen, can we?" Corn said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"No!" Chorused the crowd.
"We gotta cover their ugly graffiti with ours, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We gotta let them know who's boss, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We've got to let them know we run things here in Tokyo, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We've got to get Corn a pizza!"
"Ye- No!" The crowd buzzed and laughed. Corn even cracked a smile, but then put his hand up for silence.
"Okay, we're to welcome our newest member of the GG's. From what I hear, she's a damn fine skater. Which makes her good enough for me!" Corn applauded for Kat, and the others slowly joined in. Smirking, Kat took Garam's hand and raised it into the air.
"Now lets give a round for the guy who rescued me from the horrid depths of the sewer!" Kat said, playing the part as the former damsel-in- distress. Garam took advantage of the attention change.
"I'm a regular Prince in shining...Skates!" He said. Everyone laughed and the girls pretended to swoon. It was all good fun here at the Garage. Until The Immortals showed up.
"Shit." Corn said as hordes of them rode in.
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Yar! The first chapter! Look foreward to more ^_^; Oh! And please review. Please? Flame or not!
-Hugs Garam plushie closer- Review already!
"This looks rather interesting!" The girl said to herself, peering into the blackened depths of a faraway tunnel. Her eyes adverting back up, she saw the stairway to the wrought-iron platform she had fallen from earlier, and decided to ignore it. Tapping her oversized roller skates against the concrete ground, she skated ahead with eagerness.
She was greatly disappointed when she finally stopped inside the tunnel. A rusting, iron fence blocked her from skating into the tunnel's mysterious depths, and the only way around it seemed to be a platform above it, much too high to be reached on her own. It was during her disappointment that she noticed the graffiti. One in particular. It seemed as if a rival had painted in purple spray something to the extent of 'Po Jam'. Covering it, or at least almost, was an interesting piece of art.
Despite her race, and in favor of her ethnicity, she could read and speak Japanese. Why else was she in Tokyo? Back to the graffiti.
In thin black outline, in Japanese, the word 'Garam' was spelled out, and behind it, a crystal-made snake. Considering, it was actually very pretty. Colors dodged off the snake as it if it were, in reality, an actual crystal snake. Sitting down, the girl began untying her black skates. The place seemed vacant and hidden enough - Who else would want to come into a smelly sewer, anyway?
Putting her minuscule, burgundy pack onto the ground, she digged around for something. Pulling out odds and ends, a CD walkman and spray oil, she finally found what she was looking for.
"Aha!" She said to herself, pulling out a can of deep red spray paint. Shaking it roughly, she uncapped it and wrote, in clear, heart- bubbled words, 'Kawaii!' with a discreet arrow pointing to the conquering picture. Grinning cutely, she replaced everything into her pack.
"Hrm. You really like it?" A singsong voice came from above her. Swiveling to the noise, she found the owner of the voice on the impossible platform above the fence.
"I always liked being artistic." He dramatized the word 'artistic' with a hand gesture. The girl giggled softly, then looked back to the guy atop the platform. He seemed, like her, out of place in Tokyo. Ashen skin, slim but strong figure..He was either sitting of lying on his stomach, so she couldn't tell is he, too, was a skater. But still, it was still good to find another African-American.
"Hey, don't worry. Everyone gets stuck in that trap," He said with a knowing laugh, "You're lucky the Rokkaku Police aern't after the us again, or else I'd be back with the GG's. and you'd be stuck here." He nodded his head toward the bar that had dropped during his speech over the entrance.
"Usually, I'd make you do prove your worthiness to me. But hey, you're cute and you had better have some mad skating skills to get into here. Just a sec." The girl flushed pink at the comment, then sighed when the boy disappeared from view. Then she figured - So he is a skater! Cute! Soon, though, she was rewarded with a thick metal rafter falling to the ground. It was nearly vertical, but still possible to grind. Tying her skates back on, the girl backed up expertly, then jumped, landing on the edge of the rafter in the gap between the front two wheels and the back two wheels. She rode expertly up, the metal-against-metal emitting sparks from beneath her, but the paid it no heed. At the end of the bar, she jumped, spun around fully and landed behind the boy. He grinned.
"Good. You can grind." He said in a sarcastic tone, but there was a hint of envy in his voice. The girl spun once as if she were showing off, fell, and laughed, soon to be joined by the boy. He held out a hand, which she grabbed without hesitation.
"I'm Garam, to some reach. You are?"
"Katsu Baddock. But I'm known as Kat," Kat said, letting Garam lift her off her feet. ( As if he hadn't already ^_~ ) Trying to induce conversation, Kat put her hands behind her back and rocked from her front wheels to her back.
"So..You're in the GG's?" She inquired, lifting a dark eyebrow. Garam strutted importantly near the edge, then turned.
"Yes. Which makes me higher than you on the 'Skaters Food Chain." He joked. Kat laughed heartily, stopping abruptly so she could hear his voice echoing off the dismal walls. Garam looked at her oddly, then shrugged it off.
"Hey. Lets get out of here." He skated backwards a length, then blasted foreward, catching the edge of the platform and stumbling, makign a sort of belly-flop onto a long part at the top of the rafter. Kat stifled a laugh, then replaced it with a, "Are you okay?"
Skating slowly over to him, Kat offered him a fingerless-gloved hand as he had done earlier for her. He took it and held onto it for a bit longer than he should have, then heaved himself up on it. His face was a tad red, but other than that, he looked like the same Garam.
"Lets try this again!" He said encouragingly, backing up again. This time his blades hit the top of the steel, and let loose blue-and-gold sparks. At the end of the bar, he jumped with an 'A-hoo!' and landed on the platform nearest the entrance. He took a melodramatic bow and thanked his peasants. Kat played along and applauded with a pearly smile. She, too, grinded and flew over to the other side. Garam greeted her with a bow, his hand extended.
"Now we go, milady." He said, moving into a king-like poise. Taking his hand, Kat grinned.
"Of course, sire."
The two in unison dropped upon the entrance's beam's high end, knocking it flat, providing a way home. The outside light was dimming, and Kat supposed it was about eight-o-clock PM. Releasing each other's hand, Garam and Kat skated nearby until they reached the entrance to the garage.
'Why not? I don't think anyone will mind.' Garam thought to himself. Hopping into the pipe, he rode down into the garage, happy to see Kat just behind him.
"Oi, Garam, gerrover here!" A female voice called over to the slim, black skater. Leaving Kat at the stairway down to Rokkaku-Dai Heights, Garam rolled over to a girl with blue hair and a light blue short-cut dress. Other skaters were with her - One at the front of the group had a tall, thin hat. He seemed to be the leader.
Garam seemed to lean in, say something, then grin. Kat raised an eyebrow as catcalls and whistles was expelled from the group. Then a familiar voice called out.
"Kat! Hey girl! Get over here!" Kat riddled her mind with trying to find out who it was - Wait! Boogie? Skating quickly over to the crowd, who were huddled beneath a piece of floating flooring. The blond hair was easy to spot.
"Boogie! I haven't seen you forever, y'know!?" Kat laughed, then embraced her friend intimately. The two hushed after that with an angry glare from the guy at front.
"Corn." Boogie whispered to Kat out of the side of her mouth, "Pretty much the big man on campus."
"Or the big head on campus." Kat heard Garam whisper to her. Giggling quietly, Boogie and Kat hid their heads in their arms. Kat had a feeling she was going to like this place. If she became a member of the GG's.
"Okay. Those damn 'The Immortal' kids are back, sprayin' their paint all over. We can't let this happen, can we?" Corn said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"No!" Chorused the crowd.
"We gotta cover their ugly graffiti with ours, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We gotta let them know who's boss, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We've got to let them know we run things here in Tokyo, right?"
"Yeah!"
"We've got to get Corn a pizza!"
"Ye- No!" The crowd buzzed and laughed. Corn even cracked a smile, but then put his hand up for silence.
"Okay, we're to welcome our newest member of the GG's. From what I hear, she's a damn fine skater. Which makes her good enough for me!" Corn applauded for Kat, and the others slowly joined in. Smirking, Kat took Garam's hand and raised it into the air.
"Now lets give a round for the guy who rescued me from the horrid depths of the sewer!" Kat said, playing the part as the former damsel-in- distress. Garam took advantage of the attention change.
"I'm a regular Prince in shining...Skates!" He said. Everyone laughed and the girls pretended to swoon. It was all good fun here at the Garage. Until The Immortals showed up.
"Shit." Corn said as hordes of them rode in.
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Yar! The first chapter! Look foreward to more ^_^; Oh! And please review. Please? Flame or not!
-Hugs Garam plushie closer- Review already!