Ish me again....Pyro...if this isn't any good, I'll take it down. As for Janie Doe, go fuck yourself. I think that sums it up...I don't own JGR or related Inca copyrights....yet ::Laughs evily:: MUAHAHAHAHA!!! -_-
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There he stood in front of the door. His gang was on the other side, but he couldn't will himself to go through. There was too much to lose. There was too much he's have to explain. There was too much trouble in his life. He threw himself against the opposite wall, sinking to his knees, tears coming down his eyes. "Why can't I have a normal life?" He asked himself, "Why can't I just be a good kid? Why'd I ever take up being a rudie?"
Similar questions went through his head for a good half hour, and then he saw the door opening. There, standing in the doorway to Apartment J6, was Black. "Neon? Is that you?"
Neon looked up at him, tears slowly streaming down his face. "We've lost Benten...we need to leave, Black, we need to leave Tokyo-To. Soon. Tomorrow. Now..."
He trailed off again and Black was suddenly at his side, his arms around Neon, rocking him back and forth gently. "It'll be okay, my love," Is all Black could say.
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Neon was sitting at the table, his gang members crowded around him. He had told them the story-the whole story. They understood completely, and they all felt they should flee. Though they all felt the same way, they weren't sure where exactly they should go. Then, finally, Owl, one of the lesser members of the Thorns, spoke up. "Grind City..."
The room went eerily silent, then Neon spoke. "What exactly is Grind City, lovely?"
Neon had an odd way of talking, and he called most people "lovely", regardless of gender. Owl looked at him with those big eyes that had gotten her that name. "It's...kind of by New York...In America. It's offshore, so it rains a lot, but there are rudies there. I should know......"
She trailed off after that, and Neon didn't push it. Something bad had happened there. That's why she hadn't spoken before. Neon was slightly worried, but he spoke anyway. "So...could we get there? And would you be okay there?"
Neon looked at Owl, along with the rest of the Thorns. The only reason she was there was because she was literally Neon's sister. They had been put up for adoption and Neon ended up in Japan, but she stayed in the states. He cared about her a lot, but he never quite knew what she was thinking behind those large, mysterious eyes. He stared intently at her, and she spoke once more. "Well...Yes, as long as I'm with a gang, but I won't be able to go out by myself. I'll always have to be with someone."
"That will be arranged," Was all that Neon said. They were going to Grind City.
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They all marched onto the plane, their skates put safely away. It was the first time Neon had ever been on a plane, and he was slightly nervous. He took his seat between Owl and Black, chewing some gum intently as they took off. Two thousand different ways of death on a plane went though his head. He'd be happy when they got to Grind City.....
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There he stood in front of the door. His gang was on the other side, but he couldn't will himself to go through. There was too much to lose. There was too much he's have to explain. There was too much trouble in his life. He threw himself against the opposite wall, sinking to his knees, tears coming down his eyes. "Why can't I have a normal life?" He asked himself, "Why can't I just be a good kid? Why'd I ever take up being a rudie?"
Similar questions went through his head for a good half hour, and then he saw the door opening. There, standing in the doorway to Apartment J6, was Black. "Neon? Is that you?"
Neon looked up at him, tears slowly streaming down his face. "We've lost Benten...we need to leave, Black, we need to leave Tokyo-To. Soon. Tomorrow. Now..."
He trailed off again and Black was suddenly at his side, his arms around Neon, rocking him back and forth gently. "It'll be okay, my love," Is all Black could say.
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Neon was sitting at the table, his gang members crowded around him. He had told them the story-the whole story. They understood completely, and they all felt they should flee. Though they all felt the same way, they weren't sure where exactly they should go. Then, finally, Owl, one of the lesser members of the Thorns, spoke up. "Grind City..."
The room went eerily silent, then Neon spoke. "What exactly is Grind City, lovely?"
Neon had an odd way of talking, and he called most people "lovely", regardless of gender. Owl looked at him with those big eyes that had gotten her that name. "It's...kind of by New York...In America. It's offshore, so it rains a lot, but there are rudies there. I should know......"
She trailed off after that, and Neon didn't push it. Something bad had happened there. That's why she hadn't spoken before. Neon was slightly worried, but he spoke anyway. "So...could we get there? And would you be okay there?"
Neon looked at Owl, along with the rest of the Thorns. The only reason she was there was because she was literally Neon's sister. They had been put up for adoption and Neon ended up in Japan, but she stayed in the states. He cared about her a lot, but he never quite knew what she was thinking behind those large, mysterious eyes. He stared intently at her, and she spoke once more. "Well...Yes, as long as I'm with a gang, but I won't be able to go out by myself. I'll always have to be with someone."
"That will be arranged," Was all that Neon said. They were going to Grind City.
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They all marched onto the plane, their skates put safely away. It was the first time Neon had ever been on a plane, and he was slightly nervous. He took his seat between Owl and Black, chewing some gum intently as they took off. Two thousand different ways of death on a plane went though his head. He'd be happy when they got to Grind City.....