Through the eyes of a true Champ
by ssxgurl21
Hey, its ssxgurl21 here with a cool new concept for a story. I decided to write a fic about the SSX Tricky circuit, through the eyes of someone who doesn't exactly race. That's right, this fanfiction is written through the eyes of Razell the DJ. Yay! I am not sure how long this will be at the moment.. but read and review anyhow.
Disclaimer: I will say this once, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! BACK OFF COPYRIGHT HARPERS!
Dear book,
I don't want to call you diary. I am not a little girl writing in a pink journal.
I guess I should tell you something about myself, considering you are my notebook thing. My name is DJ Razell Brown. This year as a bonus to my fabulous Dj-ing job, my boss suggested I take off from the radio station work and do something a little more social and exotic... so here I am siting in Garibaldi Canada waiting for a bunch of snowboarders to arrive. Yep, you guessed it, I am the new tour manager of a low budget snowboard circuit. Last years manager quit... sounds like a bad omen.
They are making me wear this really ugly colored windbreaker so the boarders will recognize me. Its orange, blue, and black. Not to mention, the temperature in the airport is like a bajillion degrees.
Checked a thermometer that was laying around... its only 80ish in here. Close enough.
Ok, its already 5:30... and nobody is here yet. How long am I supposed to wait in an airport full of Canadian people wearing an ugly windbreaker?!?
Never mind, here is some little girl in brown pigtails skipping this way... I pray to god that this little energy ball isn't one of the snowboarders.
I have great luck. She skipped over here al joyful and trilled, "Konichiwaka." or something like that.
I asked,"Do you need help finding your mommy, little girl?"
"No, I with snowboard league." she said as she pointed to the SSX Tricky banner above my head. Oh joy. I told her to sit quietly and wait for the others.
I found at a few things while babysitting. 1) I found out why the first tour manager quit, 2) I found out that the little girl's name is Kaori, she is 17, and a Japanese ball of Ôpositive' energy, and 3) I found out that quietly wasn't in her english vocabulary yet. If I ever hear the song ÔRow row row your boat' again I think I may be sick down my wonderful windbreaker.
I got rid of Ms. happy happy fun joy by giving her money and telling her to buy me a coffee at the gift shop.
Ok, now here comes a boy with really messy brown hair. He is on the short side and wearing ghetto clothes, but appears to be white, from this angle at least.
"Yo yo yo peace up, a-town down dawg! Mac-Smack-Fraiser is here! Fo shizzle mah nizzle!" said the boy as he ran over and jumped in the air. I really didn't catch his name in all of the ghetto-ness. He probably thinks he's black and riding a skateboard. I think its one of those Michael Jackson traps where he used to be black and still thinks he is...
"Er... hi I am Razell." I said with a raised eyebrow. He made the Ôword' sign with his hand and sat down to listen to his MP3 player. Charming.
Here comes the little happy girl.. Kiora was it? WAIT! She is running over with a panda bear-like thing in her arms... Where is my Coffee?!?
"Here is Moffee, Razell-san." she trilled as she held out the bear. What's a Moffee?
"Where is my coffee, Kiora?" I asked.
"You want coffee?" she asked in a confused way as she dropped the bear on the ground.
After interrogating Kiora for a few minutes, I found out that she thought I said I wanted a ÔMoffee', which is some kind of weird little Japanese bear. Wonderful, now I am caffiene-free and have a new mammal companion. At least he isn't rapping to a random song like he is Eminem.
Now I am rummaging around in my bag to try to find some more money to send Kiora away with, I found a clipboard... hmm... all of the names and pictures of the boarders who are to arrive. This would have been helpful five minutes ago when I spent like an hour trying to find out what the heck her name was.
Ok, the wannabe's name is Mackenzie (hahaha) and the little Japanese girls name is Kaori.. I was close.
As I turned to give Kaori a five, I saw her smiling like a goofball and talking to Mackenzie, who thankfully stopped rapping. Clueless Teen Romance? Nah, more like excerpt from the best-selling novel, 51 Ways To Piss of a Thirsty Tour Manager in a Gay Windbreaker.
I finally got Kaori to leave with the money, and Mackenzie followed her. I am aloney.. on my own-ey again. Yessss.
I spoke too soon. Here comes some girl snowboarder who I first though was going past me to the bar to strip on a pole. According to the clipboard, her name Is Marisol Diez Delgado, and she is a Latin booty shaker.. She walks funny, her butt waggling like it has a life of its own.
"Hello Miss Diez Delgado," I said politley as she shimmies over. Waggle waggle. Mabey she should get Lipo, or looser pants.
"Hello, chico," she smiled. Chico? What am I, a furniture store? "And what was your name?" she asked.
"I am Dj Razell, your new manager." I replied.
"Wonderful!" she squeaked with excitement. She sounds like a mouse. A mouse with a big ass. "I hope my request for a manicurist on call was received?" she inquired.
"No, this is a crappy, low budget snowboard circuit, we don't have enough money to make sure your fingernails look nice." I replied. I studied her dazed and confused face... then studied her curvy and tanned body. Niiice, I may try to get something one day.
"Chico, this sucks!" she spat angrily as she stomped over to a chair. Waggle Waggle. She sat down, and her big butt barely fit. I began to wonder, how the hell does she board with that cargo? Baby got back, and front, now that I look a bit more. Then she began to sniffle and polish her nails.
Mabey I will reconsider my earlier plans to try to get something, I mean you shouldn't fuck with the emotionally unstable. If I tried anything, she may go all psycho and jump off a cliff or something...
Speaking of jumping off a cliff, here comes a guy who looks like he does that as a little fun activity for before dinner or something. He is all pierced and tattooed and spikey-haired... Well I have to go find Kiora, I mean Kaori and Mackenzie so I can finally get some coffee. And get away from this guy who is coming right at me with a wicked grin. If I check the clipboard and he is there.. er I don't know what I am going to do... well let's just say this is going to be one HELL OF A YEAR!
well bye for now, Razell
So what do you think so far? Yay or nay for me? Review please, it means a lot to me
Hey, its ssxgurl21 here with a cool new concept for a story. I decided to write a fic about the SSX Tricky circuit, through the eyes of someone who doesn't exactly race. That's right, this fanfiction is written through the eyes of Razell the DJ. Yay! I am not sure how long this will be at the moment.. but read and review anyhow.
Disclaimer: I will say this once, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! BACK OFF COPYRIGHT HARPERS!
Dear book,
I don't want to call you diary. I am not a little girl writing in a pink journal.
I guess I should tell you something about myself, considering you are my notebook thing. My name is DJ Razell Brown. This year as a bonus to my fabulous Dj-ing job, my boss suggested I take off from the radio station work and do something a little more social and exotic... so here I am siting in Garibaldi Canada waiting for a bunch of snowboarders to arrive. Yep, you guessed it, I am the new tour manager of a low budget snowboard circuit. Last years manager quit... sounds like a bad omen.
They are making me wear this really ugly colored windbreaker so the boarders will recognize me. Its orange, blue, and black. Not to mention, the temperature in the airport is like a bajillion degrees.
Checked a thermometer that was laying around... its only 80ish in here. Close enough.
Ok, its already 5:30... and nobody is here yet. How long am I supposed to wait in an airport full of Canadian people wearing an ugly windbreaker?!?
Never mind, here is some little girl in brown pigtails skipping this way... I pray to god that this little energy ball isn't one of the snowboarders.
I have great luck. She skipped over here al joyful and trilled, "Konichiwaka." or something like that.
I asked,"Do you need help finding your mommy, little girl?"
"No, I with snowboard league." she said as she pointed to the SSX Tricky banner above my head. Oh joy. I told her to sit quietly and wait for the others.
I found at a few things while babysitting. 1) I found out why the first tour manager quit, 2) I found out that the little girl's name is Kaori, she is 17, and a Japanese ball of Ôpositive' energy, and 3) I found out that quietly wasn't in her english vocabulary yet. If I ever hear the song ÔRow row row your boat' again I think I may be sick down my wonderful windbreaker.
I got rid of Ms. happy happy fun joy by giving her money and telling her to buy me a coffee at the gift shop.
Ok, now here comes a boy with really messy brown hair. He is on the short side and wearing ghetto clothes, but appears to be white, from this angle at least.
"Yo yo yo peace up, a-town down dawg! Mac-Smack-Fraiser is here! Fo shizzle mah nizzle!" said the boy as he ran over and jumped in the air. I really didn't catch his name in all of the ghetto-ness. He probably thinks he's black and riding a skateboard. I think its one of those Michael Jackson traps where he used to be black and still thinks he is...
"Er... hi I am Razell." I said with a raised eyebrow. He made the Ôword' sign with his hand and sat down to listen to his MP3 player. Charming.
Here comes the little happy girl.. Kiora was it? WAIT! She is running over with a panda bear-like thing in her arms... Where is my Coffee?!?
"Here is Moffee, Razell-san." she trilled as she held out the bear. What's a Moffee?
"Where is my coffee, Kiora?" I asked.
"You want coffee?" she asked in a confused way as she dropped the bear on the ground.
After interrogating Kiora for a few minutes, I found out that she thought I said I wanted a ÔMoffee', which is some kind of weird little Japanese bear. Wonderful, now I am caffiene-free and have a new mammal companion. At least he isn't rapping to a random song like he is Eminem.
Now I am rummaging around in my bag to try to find some more money to send Kiora away with, I found a clipboard... hmm... all of the names and pictures of the boarders who are to arrive. This would have been helpful five minutes ago when I spent like an hour trying to find out what the heck her name was.
Ok, the wannabe's name is Mackenzie (hahaha) and the little Japanese girls name is Kaori.. I was close.
As I turned to give Kaori a five, I saw her smiling like a goofball and talking to Mackenzie, who thankfully stopped rapping. Clueless Teen Romance? Nah, more like excerpt from the best-selling novel, 51 Ways To Piss of a Thirsty Tour Manager in a Gay Windbreaker.
I finally got Kaori to leave with the money, and Mackenzie followed her. I am aloney.. on my own-ey again. Yessss.
I spoke too soon. Here comes some girl snowboarder who I first though was going past me to the bar to strip on a pole. According to the clipboard, her name Is Marisol Diez Delgado, and she is a Latin booty shaker.. She walks funny, her butt waggling like it has a life of its own.
"Hello Miss Diez Delgado," I said politley as she shimmies over. Waggle waggle. Mabey she should get Lipo, or looser pants.
"Hello, chico," she smiled. Chico? What am I, a furniture store? "And what was your name?" she asked.
"I am Dj Razell, your new manager." I replied.
"Wonderful!" she squeaked with excitement. She sounds like a mouse. A mouse with a big ass. "I hope my request for a manicurist on call was received?" she inquired.
"No, this is a crappy, low budget snowboard circuit, we don't have enough money to make sure your fingernails look nice." I replied. I studied her dazed and confused face... then studied her curvy and tanned body. Niiice, I may try to get something one day.
"Chico, this sucks!" she spat angrily as she stomped over to a chair. Waggle Waggle. She sat down, and her big butt barely fit. I began to wonder, how the hell does she board with that cargo? Baby got back, and front, now that I look a bit more. Then she began to sniffle and polish her nails.
Mabey I will reconsider my earlier plans to try to get something, I mean you shouldn't fuck with the emotionally unstable. If I tried anything, she may go all psycho and jump off a cliff or something...
Speaking of jumping off a cliff, here comes a guy who looks like he does that as a little fun activity for before dinner or something. He is all pierced and tattooed and spikey-haired... Well I have to go find Kiora, I mean Kaori and Mackenzie so I can finally get some coffee. And get away from this guy who is coming right at me with a wicked grin. If I check the clipboard and he is there.. er I don't know what I am going to do... well let's just say this is going to be one HELL OF A YEAR!
well bye for now, Razell
So what do you think so far? Yay or nay for me? Review please, it means a lot to me
