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Jet Set Radio Future: Kings' Turf
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-Chapter One-
-Sk8 Childz-
Don't own JSRF.
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Spyk was no ordinary child. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only, to be the best of the best skaters in the world. He was hardcore at the young age of twelve. Racing for money became his usual after-school activity. Some days he'd skip to skate. Nobody could make him go to school, nobody could catch him.
His skates looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. Silver, with four inline wheels at the bottom, two on the sides, and one at the toe, he could do almost any trick. Steel brakes were needed to stop him.
He dressed like a punk. Black leather vest, white undershirt. Black leather pants. Hair spiked, colored jet black. Sunglasses, backwards hat. His school had a uniform policy, but it didn't matter to him. Same clothes everyday, wore skates in school.
Instead of walking down stairs, he just did a grind down the side rails. Sometimes he'd grind backwards, and spin around and land just in time to stop for the door or repeat his previous action down more stairs.
He was the hero of the entire school, and it had been that way for many years.
Then a new kid entered, and everything changed.
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Spyk was skating to school as usual, grinding every rail he could, when he noticed a suspicious boy who wore skates also. Normal skates, however. Jeans with stars on them and a shirt identical to the jeans hung onto the boy. He wore a helmet, like one someone riding a motorcycle would wear.
The boy looked back across the street, and Spyk could swear that underneath the helmet the newbie stared at him. Spyk stared back, as if to say "Bring it on."
The boy sped up on the skates, almost running into people. Weaving in and out of crowds seemed to be no problem for the speed demon. He was ahead, until they came to a hill with a rail. Two rails next to each other, on both sides of the street. The boy jumped and landed on the rails perfectly, his feet in a vertical position, grinding on the ends of his feet. But he didn't have a wheel there, so sparks flew. Spyk guessed he wore out his skates fast.
Spyk, just now reaching the rails, leaped into the air. His skates hit the rails, and he crisscrossed his feet. He uncrossed them, then crossed them again. After doing this three times, he turned around so he was skating backwards and repeated the trick.
The boy looked at Spyk, then rode down a dark alley, and disappeared. Too bad Spyk had to go to school today, or he would have followed him and skipped school.
***
Blade, as the strange kid was called, was a racer that just moved into town. He was extremely fast, nobody topped him in speed. His tricks weren't that great though, so in freestyles, he lost.
He skated to a dead end and just stood still, facing the wall. A female skater dropped down from the top of the building, using a group of crates and a rail as cushions for the fall.
Without turning, Blade spoke to the girl. "Hello, Burn."
"Hey, Blade."
A moment of silence.
Then Burn tossed Blade something. It looked like a bottle made of glass. He smashed it open, and read the note hidden inside. He then turned to Burn, but she was gone. "Burn."
Jet Set Radio Future: Kings' Turf
=====
-Chapter One-
-Sk8 Childz-
Don't own JSRF.
==========
Spyk was no ordinary child. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only, to be the best of the best skaters in the world. He was hardcore at the young age of twelve. Racing for money became his usual after-school activity. Some days he'd skip to skate. Nobody could make him go to school, nobody could catch him.
His skates looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. Silver, with four inline wheels at the bottom, two on the sides, and one at the toe, he could do almost any trick. Steel brakes were needed to stop him.
He dressed like a punk. Black leather vest, white undershirt. Black leather pants. Hair spiked, colored jet black. Sunglasses, backwards hat. His school had a uniform policy, but it didn't matter to him. Same clothes everyday, wore skates in school.
Instead of walking down stairs, he just did a grind down the side rails. Sometimes he'd grind backwards, and spin around and land just in time to stop for the door or repeat his previous action down more stairs.
He was the hero of the entire school, and it had been that way for many years.
Then a new kid entered, and everything changed.
***
Spyk was skating to school as usual, grinding every rail he could, when he noticed a suspicious boy who wore skates also. Normal skates, however. Jeans with stars on them and a shirt identical to the jeans hung onto the boy. He wore a helmet, like one someone riding a motorcycle would wear.
The boy looked back across the street, and Spyk could swear that underneath the helmet the newbie stared at him. Spyk stared back, as if to say "Bring it on."
The boy sped up on the skates, almost running into people. Weaving in and out of crowds seemed to be no problem for the speed demon. He was ahead, until they came to a hill with a rail. Two rails next to each other, on both sides of the street. The boy jumped and landed on the rails perfectly, his feet in a vertical position, grinding on the ends of his feet. But he didn't have a wheel there, so sparks flew. Spyk guessed he wore out his skates fast.
Spyk, just now reaching the rails, leaped into the air. His skates hit the rails, and he crisscrossed his feet. He uncrossed them, then crossed them again. After doing this three times, he turned around so he was skating backwards and repeated the trick.
The boy looked at Spyk, then rode down a dark alley, and disappeared. Too bad Spyk had to go to school today, or he would have followed him and skipped school.
***
Blade, as the strange kid was called, was a racer that just moved into town. He was extremely fast, nobody topped him in speed. His tricks weren't that great though, so in freestyles, he lost.
He skated to a dead end and just stood still, facing the wall. A female skater dropped down from the top of the building, using a group of crates and a rail as cushions for the fall.
Without turning, Blade spoke to the girl. "Hello, Burn."
"Hey, Blade."
A moment of silence.
Then Burn tossed Blade something. It looked like a bottle made of glass. He smashed it open, and read the note hidden inside. He then turned to Burn, but she was gone. "Burn."