[ooc] Hello again. Sorry I haven't updated this all week, but I'd just gone back to school and I was really busy. I've just started IB, so I'm really busy most of the time, at least until I get back into teh swing of things. In any case, here's Jazz[/ooc]
What's your story? What sort of a question is that? A little blunt, aren't you kid? Shouldn't you be off to the cinemas or something instead of moping around here?
Or are you finally here about Corn's pizza. Isn't your motto 'delivered within thirty minutes or it's free'? Not to mention cold.
You're not? Didn't think so. So anyway, what's a stranger like you doing hanging about in our garage then? Don't get a lot of visitors in general.
Don't get a lot of pizza boys either now I think about it. Maybe that's the problem.
Anyway, why are you out here looking for me? I didn't know I was that well known yet. I mean, I've only been singing in pubs and stuff.
Nah, I didn't think you came looking for me about that. If anyone ever does come looking for me it's either gawkers or police, and both because I'm part of the GG's.
Or Clutch coming to blabber on at me about all the problems in his life. He does that a bit. I don't mind, really, for cousin's we're really close friends. We used to get up to all sorts of trouble a few years back, we never thought about it of course. All of life was a game. We were the Brethren, me, Clutch and the rest of our cousins. I don't know where the rest of them are anymore, I think James turned respectful, that is he dropped his skates, and I know Jade did. I saw her throw her skates in the river at the Heights. Then she just disappeared. I hope they're all ok, I mean, we were really close. Those were great days.
Sometimes we used to skate around the supermarket and snatch bags of groceries from people, we had to eat something didn't we? Clutch used to be really snappy if we ended up with a bag of cat food or vegetables or something he didn't want to eat. I'd make him eat he vegetables, but we chucked the cat food of course.
Then the police started getting tighter, stricter, and faster with responses. I guess us Brethren were predictable, pestering the supermarkets for food and stuff. I nearly had a heart attack when I skated around the corner and ran into a tank. A tank! I didn't realise we'd been so much of a disturbance that they had to bring in tanks! They weren't interested in arresting us so much as killing us! They were crazy!
I'm glad Clutch was with me, I just froze. I'd probably be blown to bits if he hadn't spun, grabbed me and started moving. He never said anything about it after, but I know I owe him. I'll never forget how much I'd frozen in shock. Now we look out for each other.
At another time there was this freak, Hayashi. I'm telling you now, if Clutch ever gets his hands on that freak blood will spill, Clutch has never been the same since he was shot. Oh, we joke about it sometimes, but there's never any mirth in his eyes. I hope he doesn't do anything too stupid. Compared to what he could do, stealing a car isn't that bad.
Do you know what my favourite place is? 99th street. Rapid 99 don't bother me, they know by now that I'm not there after territory, just a place to think. I like to just sit in the water by the head of the dragon and think.
I wonder what that old dragon has seen with her painted eyes, full of courage and fire. At least, they used to be courage and fire, now the paint is starting to peel and I doubt anyone is going to pay maintenance for it. I wonder what it thought when Japan was the old fantasy feudal country, simple but still as complex as today. I wonder if anyone came to sit by it like I do these days to think. I wonder if the dragons had names.
The world has changed since those days. It's started to rot.
Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if the dragons woke up, if they was real, and what they would think of the world. I have this image in my head of both of them rising up, the tower crumbling around the two of them, and then the dragons flying away, leaving behind an awestruck audience.
If the streets could talk, what poetry they would speak. Verses of hope and despair, love and revenge. Fights and flights, comedies and tragedies. Lives and deaths, truth and lies, miracles betrayals, colours and greys. There's too much to say, and I can't explain it all to you.
Maybe you should go ask the dragons. They've seen it all.
What's your story? What sort of a question is that? A little blunt, aren't you kid? Shouldn't you be off to the cinemas or something instead of moping around here?
Or are you finally here about Corn's pizza. Isn't your motto 'delivered within thirty minutes or it's free'? Not to mention cold.
You're not? Didn't think so. So anyway, what's a stranger like you doing hanging about in our garage then? Don't get a lot of visitors in general.
Don't get a lot of pizza boys either now I think about it. Maybe that's the problem.
Anyway, why are you out here looking for me? I didn't know I was that well known yet. I mean, I've only been singing in pubs and stuff.
Nah, I didn't think you came looking for me about that. If anyone ever does come looking for me it's either gawkers or police, and both because I'm part of the GG's.
Or Clutch coming to blabber on at me about all the problems in his life. He does that a bit. I don't mind, really, for cousin's we're really close friends. We used to get up to all sorts of trouble a few years back, we never thought about it of course. All of life was a game. We were the Brethren, me, Clutch and the rest of our cousins. I don't know where the rest of them are anymore, I think James turned respectful, that is he dropped his skates, and I know Jade did. I saw her throw her skates in the river at the Heights. Then she just disappeared. I hope they're all ok, I mean, we were really close. Those were great days.
Sometimes we used to skate around the supermarket and snatch bags of groceries from people, we had to eat something didn't we? Clutch used to be really snappy if we ended up with a bag of cat food or vegetables or something he didn't want to eat. I'd make him eat he vegetables, but we chucked the cat food of course.
Then the police started getting tighter, stricter, and faster with responses. I guess us Brethren were predictable, pestering the supermarkets for food and stuff. I nearly had a heart attack when I skated around the corner and ran into a tank. A tank! I didn't realise we'd been so much of a disturbance that they had to bring in tanks! They weren't interested in arresting us so much as killing us! They were crazy!
I'm glad Clutch was with me, I just froze. I'd probably be blown to bits if he hadn't spun, grabbed me and started moving. He never said anything about it after, but I know I owe him. I'll never forget how much I'd frozen in shock. Now we look out for each other.
At another time there was this freak, Hayashi. I'm telling you now, if Clutch ever gets his hands on that freak blood will spill, Clutch has never been the same since he was shot. Oh, we joke about it sometimes, but there's never any mirth in his eyes. I hope he doesn't do anything too stupid. Compared to what he could do, stealing a car isn't that bad.
Do you know what my favourite place is? 99th street. Rapid 99 don't bother me, they know by now that I'm not there after territory, just a place to think. I like to just sit in the water by the head of the dragon and think.
I wonder what that old dragon has seen with her painted eyes, full of courage and fire. At least, they used to be courage and fire, now the paint is starting to peel and I doubt anyone is going to pay maintenance for it. I wonder what it thought when Japan was the old fantasy feudal country, simple but still as complex as today. I wonder if anyone came to sit by it like I do these days to think. I wonder if the dragons had names.
The world has changed since those days. It's started to rot.
Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if the dragons woke up, if they was real, and what they would think of the world. I have this image in my head of both of them rising up, the tower crumbling around the two of them, and then the dragons flying away, leaving behind an awestruck audience.
If the streets could talk, what poetry they would speak. Verses of hope and despair, love and revenge. Fights and flights, comedies and tragedies. Lives and deaths, truth and lies, miracles betrayals, colours and greys. There's too much to say, and I can't explain it all to you.
Maybe you should go ask the dragons. They've seen it all.