Note: Sorry for the problem. The computer I was on didn't have spell check.
I also have to apologize to AS for the spacing. I had pacing but for some
reason it was deleted when I uploaded the document.
------------------------------------------
On a normally boring Tuesday afternoon, the air was more tense than usual.
Everybody stopped what he or she was doing to watch the news broadcast. The
news reporter reported the scores, and the ovation and noise around Tokyo
was outstanding.
Rokkaku Gouji, the past mayor of Tokyo, had just lost the election to Jeremy Madison. The screen turned to watch Gouji turn around and walk down the aisle way, his head bowed. Parties started, moving from houses to the streets. Rudies began busting out of their garages and hideouts and started to spray Graffiti all over their territories. Many places were closed, their residence leaving for parties. The few places open weren't that busy, except for an auto shop, where the clanking of metal and voices were heard constantly.
Giant mech like vehicles stood up in the shop, with all of the workers except a few were working non-stop on more. One of the people not working, was a kid who wore all bright clothing, an eyesore to whoever had been in the shop long enough to see all of the gray around. He was nodding his head, his earpieces blaring music, and looking down. A little white mouse sat on his shoulder nibbling at a seed.
The kid took his earpieces off and looked up at the sound of skates. He saw the wily colors go by in a flash, noticeably the GGs. He sighed and pushed his headphones back on. "I wish I were a rudie," he said, sighing again, and patting his mouse on the head. He looked back at his watch as it clicked over to 1:00 p.m. "Breaks over" he thought.
He went to the end of the row, where he sat his rat in the cockpit of a highly deranged looking Mech. He grabbed a wrench, and started to twist at a bolt. The mech was his, a customized job. The twin Rail gun stood out at the arms, and the shiny modified Holy class Esturk shined. The Laser on his back glowed a bright blue color, and his missile launcher clicked shut. The fire patterned bot powered down, and the boy just continued to work on his new SV.
As he worked another news bulletin played on the T.V. "Mayor Madison had declared the games to start on Friday. Roads to Aqua Line, Shinuku, and Shibuya have been close to everyone except players. This is all he cared to comment about. Now, the weather for Friday, Jim?" The boy thought one more thought before he left that day. "The GGs are going to be pissed," he thought to himself, "Shibuya was their territory." He walked back home, and players all over the world started their journey to Tokyo, for tomorrow is Friday.
Rokkaku Gouji, the past mayor of Tokyo, had just lost the election to Jeremy Madison. The screen turned to watch Gouji turn around and walk down the aisle way, his head bowed. Parties started, moving from houses to the streets. Rudies began busting out of their garages and hideouts and started to spray Graffiti all over their territories. Many places were closed, their residence leaving for parties. The few places open weren't that busy, except for an auto shop, where the clanking of metal and voices were heard constantly.
Giant mech like vehicles stood up in the shop, with all of the workers except a few were working non-stop on more. One of the people not working, was a kid who wore all bright clothing, an eyesore to whoever had been in the shop long enough to see all of the gray around. He was nodding his head, his earpieces blaring music, and looking down. A little white mouse sat on his shoulder nibbling at a seed.
The kid took his earpieces off and looked up at the sound of skates. He saw the wily colors go by in a flash, noticeably the GGs. He sighed and pushed his headphones back on. "I wish I were a rudie," he said, sighing again, and patting his mouse on the head. He looked back at his watch as it clicked over to 1:00 p.m. "Breaks over" he thought.
He went to the end of the row, where he sat his rat in the cockpit of a highly deranged looking Mech. He grabbed a wrench, and started to twist at a bolt. The mech was his, a customized job. The twin Rail gun stood out at the arms, and the shiny modified Holy class Esturk shined. The Laser on his back glowed a bright blue color, and his missile launcher clicked shut. The fire patterned bot powered down, and the boy just continued to work on his new SV.
As he worked another news bulletin played on the T.V. "Mayor Madison had declared the games to start on Friday. Roads to Aqua Line, Shinuku, and Shibuya have been close to everyone except players. This is all he cared to comment about. Now, the weather for Friday, Jim?" The boy thought one more thought before he left that day. "The GGs are going to be pissed," he thought to himself, "Shibuya was their territory." He walked back home, and players all over the world started their journey to Tokyo, for tomorrow is Friday.