[ooc] Here's the next piece. Thank's for reveiwing. I hope you'll be just as tollerent of later chapters when I jump around a lot.[/ooc]
It's just plain stupid, thought Clutch as he watched the two plumes of smoke in front of him. What kind of idiot drives a car with unresponsive brakes? He was practically doing the world a favour by taking it off the road.
And over the pavement, and along the side of the dragon of 99th street, and through a flower stall, and over a rail, and through a gate, and into the side of the dragon. Next time he'd have to try to catch a power line.
The plumes of smoke were quite pretty really, they had little rainbows in them. Actually, maybe they were steam now he thought about it.
***
A fairly short and dainty girl stood as still and cold as stone next to a giant lucky cat next to a bridge in the surrounds of 99th street. She did not look impressed with anything. Her teal hair was held in two ponytails on either side of her head, which made her look strongly like a member of Rapid 99. Anyone not looking at the outfit of the members of this particular gang often noticed the unusual hair. More people noticed it on this girl, because her outfit wasn't much to look at.
Truth be told, Melanie was part of Rapid 99. In a tied plastic bag in one hand was the usual outfit, consisting of a skimpy, cold top, fishnets and knickers. Also her usual skates were in that bag, which she was sad about. She liked those skates, they were properly worn in and it would cost money to get a new set when she went through with this. If she ever went to get a new set.
Slowly she walked towards the river, one hand tightly gripping the red rail. She ignored the people who passed by, although there weren't very many at this time of night, as far as she was concerned she was the only person in the world. She might as well have been.
Melanie watched the river for a long time as it glooped past. It really should have been a pretty sight, clear water reflecting the multicoloured lights of the lively part of town. But it wasn't. The paint on the rail was cracking and worn from many sets of wheels grinding it, and the river itself was full of pollution and junk, and would definitely be harmful to swim in. Nobody would notice a little more litter in there. Especially if it was heavy and just sank straight to the bottom.
She changed her mind briefly, removing the pair of skates from the bag before retying it again and looking back at the river. Then in one, fluid motion the ex-member of Rapid 99 flung the bag away from her. It landed with a unsatisfying splash a few meters away in the water.
Melanie put on her skates again, and skated off towards the dragon, determined to get out of there.
Jazz sat with her legs dangling over the roof of a building and watched the girl's display. She couldn't quite work it out, but it was definitely something to watch for the time being. Jazz pulled her self upright and jumped onto a wire to follow the girl as she skated quickly through a mall towards the central dragon plaza.
She was about halfway there, when she realised something was out of place. There were two plumes of smoke rising. She tricked to speed up to see what had happened; the last thing she wanted was more stunts from the police or the dragons on fire. She almost sighed with relief when she saw it was just a crashed car, and then cursed when she recognised the tangled red mop of Clutch's hair as he tried to limp away.
"What the hell has he done now, stupid idiot!" she cursed and boosted up to him to see what was wrong. Clutch staggered away from the car, hoping desperately that it didn't blow up. He probably shouldn't try to drive in skates. He looked up when he heard Jazz cursing, she did that a lot. She grabbed his shoulder and shoved a hand in front of his face.
"Clutch! Clutch can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" Jazz was aware that her yelling, if not the car, was attracting attention. Clutch stared groggily.
"Nobody.....has that many fingers Jazz..."
"Come on you idiot," hissed Jazz as she dragged him around the dragon to the way up and back to the garage. "Can you skate?"
"Cheesewheels don't like the sky," mumbled Clutch. Jazz took that as 'skate? I can barely understand you, take it as a no' and dragged him after her onto the dragon's tail. Clutch was heavy to drag, but at least the wheels on his skates knew how to work, and weren't damaged, apparently. Clutch continued talking gibberish.
"Come. On. You. Dummy." The nearly vertical tail was really hard to drag Clutch up, and Jazz really didn't want to be around when police showed up. Or even when the owner of the car made a debut appearance.
"You need to lose some weight," she added. Finally they reached the more horizontal piece of the dragon, and a moment later were onto the road. There were no cars, which really was a blessing. What was better was that at the moment, there were no police either. Jazz didn't doubt her ability to handle the cops by herself, but not with Clutch like this.
Supporting his weight, Jazz had to slow down a little to keep Clutch upright as they headed to the garage.
It's just plain stupid, thought Clutch as he watched the two plumes of smoke in front of him. What kind of idiot drives a car with unresponsive brakes? He was practically doing the world a favour by taking it off the road.
And over the pavement, and along the side of the dragon of 99th street, and through a flower stall, and over a rail, and through a gate, and into the side of the dragon. Next time he'd have to try to catch a power line.
The plumes of smoke were quite pretty really, they had little rainbows in them. Actually, maybe they were steam now he thought about it.
***
A fairly short and dainty girl stood as still and cold as stone next to a giant lucky cat next to a bridge in the surrounds of 99th street. She did not look impressed with anything. Her teal hair was held in two ponytails on either side of her head, which made her look strongly like a member of Rapid 99. Anyone not looking at the outfit of the members of this particular gang often noticed the unusual hair. More people noticed it on this girl, because her outfit wasn't much to look at.
Truth be told, Melanie was part of Rapid 99. In a tied plastic bag in one hand was the usual outfit, consisting of a skimpy, cold top, fishnets and knickers. Also her usual skates were in that bag, which she was sad about. She liked those skates, they were properly worn in and it would cost money to get a new set when she went through with this. If she ever went to get a new set.
Slowly she walked towards the river, one hand tightly gripping the red rail. She ignored the people who passed by, although there weren't very many at this time of night, as far as she was concerned she was the only person in the world. She might as well have been.
Melanie watched the river for a long time as it glooped past. It really should have been a pretty sight, clear water reflecting the multicoloured lights of the lively part of town. But it wasn't. The paint on the rail was cracking and worn from many sets of wheels grinding it, and the river itself was full of pollution and junk, and would definitely be harmful to swim in. Nobody would notice a little more litter in there. Especially if it was heavy and just sank straight to the bottom.
She changed her mind briefly, removing the pair of skates from the bag before retying it again and looking back at the river. Then in one, fluid motion the ex-member of Rapid 99 flung the bag away from her. It landed with a unsatisfying splash a few meters away in the water.
Melanie put on her skates again, and skated off towards the dragon, determined to get out of there.
Jazz sat with her legs dangling over the roof of a building and watched the girl's display. She couldn't quite work it out, but it was definitely something to watch for the time being. Jazz pulled her self upright and jumped onto a wire to follow the girl as she skated quickly through a mall towards the central dragon plaza.
She was about halfway there, when she realised something was out of place. There were two plumes of smoke rising. She tricked to speed up to see what had happened; the last thing she wanted was more stunts from the police or the dragons on fire. She almost sighed with relief when she saw it was just a crashed car, and then cursed when she recognised the tangled red mop of Clutch's hair as he tried to limp away.
"What the hell has he done now, stupid idiot!" she cursed and boosted up to him to see what was wrong. Clutch staggered away from the car, hoping desperately that it didn't blow up. He probably shouldn't try to drive in skates. He looked up when he heard Jazz cursing, she did that a lot. She grabbed his shoulder and shoved a hand in front of his face.
"Clutch! Clutch can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" Jazz was aware that her yelling, if not the car, was attracting attention. Clutch stared groggily.
"Nobody.....has that many fingers Jazz..."
"Come on you idiot," hissed Jazz as she dragged him around the dragon to the way up and back to the garage. "Can you skate?"
"Cheesewheels don't like the sky," mumbled Clutch. Jazz took that as 'skate? I can barely understand you, take it as a no' and dragged him after her onto the dragon's tail. Clutch was heavy to drag, but at least the wheels on his skates knew how to work, and weren't damaged, apparently. Clutch continued talking gibberish.
"Come. On. You. Dummy." The nearly vertical tail was really hard to drag Clutch up, and Jazz really didn't want to be around when police showed up. Or even when the owner of the car made a debut appearance.
"You need to lose some weight," she added. Finally they reached the more horizontal piece of the dragon, and a moment later were onto the road. There were no cars, which really was a blessing. What was better was that at the moment, there were no police either. Jazz didn't doubt her ability to handle the cops by herself, but not with Clutch like this.
Supporting his weight, Jazz had to slow down a little to keep Clutch upright as they headed to the garage.