[ooc]Phew, glad that skirmish scene worked alright. Now I am seriously jumping around. Please don't think I'm too weird when I tell you that all the charachters I invent are based on real people[/ooc]
The boy and girl Gum and Beat had been chasing breathed heavily as they waited and listened to the sound of skates fading.
"That was close," said the boy, Sparky, "And look what they've done to my shirt Thyla! This stuff had better wash out."
"Shh," hushed Thyla as she continued to listen. When she was certain that Beat and Gum were gone, she tore her attention away from the slot that served as a letterbox.
"Right then," she said.
"Just look at my shirt!" Sparky continued to complain.
"You did nearly kill the guy," Thyla reminded him, "And in any case, Major will probably have a spare top if you want one that badly." As it happened, Major was the occupant of the house. He was a little, shall we say, odd, when compared to the rest of the city.
"Major!" she called, "Are you in?"
"Of course my child! Come in! Come in!" called a voice from deeper into the building.
"Come on Sparky," said Thyla, grabbing the protesting boy's arm and dragging him on.
"Hello Major," Thyla greeted the occupant on the next room.
When one sees Major, it is apparent that he is owed considerable observation. As the name suggests, he looks a little like he belonged in an army. The hard, dusty green, protective hat with a brightly polished gold star sits slightly skew-if on his head, his pips are clearly displayed on his shoulders, his army boots are polished, he is clean shaven and his moustache is neatly trimmed.
The whole military look is ruined slightly by the red dress he also wore.
This was typical of Major. He was a little, odd, in most sense of the word.
"Hey Major," said Thyla, "What's the word on the street?"
"No Parking!" shouted Major.
"That's nice," said Thyla calmly. Sparky was trying very hard to keep his distance. Sometimes Major had that effect on people. He was smoking a cigarette, and a cigar at the same time.
"What's happened to you two? Covered in paint," fussed Major. As he shuffled closer, one of his false boobs dropped down onto the floor.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," insisted Sparky, backing up. "Thyla, we gotta go."
"Oh alright," sighed Thyla. "Thanks for letting us duck in here Major."
"No problem my children. I'm always happy to have visitors, even if they don't stay long. Would you like anything to eat before you go?"
A few minutes later, Thyla and Sparky were skating sedately side by side through the back streets once more. Thyla was eating a cupcake.
"Why do you always have to do that?" accused Sparky.
"Do what?"
"Go in there. Talk to him. Her. Whatever."
"What's your problem?"
"Major's just weird. He freaks me out!"
"He's not contagious or anything," Thyla assured her friend. "You don't still believe in boy germs and girl germs do you."
"No! but…"
"Oh come on," sighed Thyla.
***
Jazz hurried as much as she dared around Shibuya, as she jumped up onto a rail to avoid the stairs and stop on a traffic bridge over the road. She looked around for Combo, who usually noticed everything that happened in Shibuya, presuming he was there of course.
"Hey Jazz!" Yeah, looked like Combo had noticed her. He jumped off the rail behind her. "What's up babe?"
"Clutch got himself hurt again, Cube reckons he needs a doctor. Corn sent for you."
"Right then, I'm coming. Wait a sec, what's Gum and Beat doing here?"
"Huh?" Jazz turned, sure enough the mentioned two had just showed up, looking flustered. Beat's face was still mostly black. Combo was already half way down to them.
"Combo!" greeted Beat.
"Beat my man, you look awful."
"Same to you," remarked Beat dryly.
"Combo, Jazz, you haven't seen two strangers skating through here have you?" asked Gum urgently.
"No," answered Combo, "Haven't seen anyone recently but for Jazz. We got new gang trouble?"
"Don't know, maybe."
"We've still got Clutch trouble," reminded Jazz. "So what else is new?"
"What's up with Clutch?" asked Beat.
"He borrowed a car again."
"Did he put it back?"
"Er, not exactly," explained Jazz, "But be alert for police, ok?"
"Aren't we always?" grinned Beat, his white teeth showing up strongly against the black paint on his face.
"I seem to remember this one time," started Gum.
"Other than that one time."
"And at Chuo street…"
"And other than that," snapped Beat.
"You should go back to the garage to wash up. Have a shower or something," suggested Jazz.
"For the first time in his life," interjected Gum. Beat rubbed his hand on the still wet pain of his face, then brushed it against Gum's cheek playfully, leaving a back mark.
"Hey!" Gum kicked him sharply in the shin.
"Will you two children ever stop fighting?" asked Combo.
"I don't think they will," said Jazz, "Come on you two, back to the garage to clean up."
The boy and girl Gum and Beat had been chasing breathed heavily as they waited and listened to the sound of skates fading.
"That was close," said the boy, Sparky, "And look what they've done to my shirt Thyla! This stuff had better wash out."
"Shh," hushed Thyla as she continued to listen. When she was certain that Beat and Gum were gone, she tore her attention away from the slot that served as a letterbox.
"Right then," she said.
"Just look at my shirt!" Sparky continued to complain.
"You did nearly kill the guy," Thyla reminded him, "And in any case, Major will probably have a spare top if you want one that badly." As it happened, Major was the occupant of the house. He was a little, shall we say, odd, when compared to the rest of the city.
"Major!" she called, "Are you in?"
"Of course my child! Come in! Come in!" called a voice from deeper into the building.
"Come on Sparky," said Thyla, grabbing the protesting boy's arm and dragging him on.
"Hello Major," Thyla greeted the occupant on the next room.
When one sees Major, it is apparent that he is owed considerable observation. As the name suggests, he looks a little like he belonged in an army. The hard, dusty green, protective hat with a brightly polished gold star sits slightly skew-if on his head, his pips are clearly displayed on his shoulders, his army boots are polished, he is clean shaven and his moustache is neatly trimmed.
The whole military look is ruined slightly by the red dress he also wore.
This was typical of Major. He was a little, odd, in most sense of the word.
"Hey Major," said Thyla, "What's the word on the street?"
"No Parking!" shouted Major.
"That's nice," said Thyla calmly. Sparky was trying very hard to keep his distance. Sometimes Major had that effect on people. He was smoking a cigarette, and a cigar at the same time.
"What's happened to you two? Covered in paint," fussed Major. As he shuffled closer, one of his false boobs dropped down onto the floor.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," insisted Sparky, backing up. "Thyla, we gotta go."
"Oh alright," sighed Thyla. "Thanks for letting us duck in here Major."
"No problem my children. I'm always happy to have visitors, even if they don't stay long. Would you like anything to eat before you go?"
A few minutes later, Thyla and Sparky were skating sedately side by side through the back streets once more. Thyla was eating a cupcake.
"Why do you always have to do that?" accused Sparky.
"Do what?"
"Go in there. Talk to him. Her. Whatever."
"What's your problem?"
"Major's just weird. He freaks me out!"
"He's not contagious or anything," Thyla assured her friend. "You don't still believe in boy germs and girl germs do you."
"No! but…"
"Oh come on," sighed Thyla.
***
Jazz hurried as much as she dared around Shibuya, as she jumped up onto a rail to avoid the stairs and stop on a traffic bridge over the road. She looked around for Combo, who usually noticed everything that happened in Shibuya, presuming he was there of course.
"Hey Jazz!" Yeah, looked like Combo had noticed her. He jumped off the rail behind her. "What's up babe?"
"Clutch got himself hurt again, Cube reckons he needs a doctor. Corn sent for you."
"Right then, I'm coming. Wait a sec, what's Gum and Beat doing here?"
"Huh?" Jazz turned, sure enough the mentioned two had just showed up, looking flustered. Beat's face was still mostly black. Combo was already half way down to them.
"Combo!" greeted Beat.
"Beat my man, you look awful."
"Same to you," remarked Beat dryly.
"Combo, Jazz, you haven't seen two strangers skating through here have you?" asked Gum urgently.
"No," answered Combo, "Haven't seen anyone recently but for Jazz. We got new gang trouble?"
"Don't know, maybe."
"We've still got Clutch trouble," reminded Jazz. "So what else is new?"
"What's up with Clutch?" asked Beat.
"He borrowed a car again."
"Did he put it back?"
"Er, not exactly," explained Jazz, "But be alert for police, ok?"
"Aren't we always?" grinned Beat, his white teeth showing up strongly against the black paint on his face.
"I seem to remember this one time," started Gum.
"Other than that one time."
"And at Chuo street…"
"And other than that," snapped Beat.
"You should go back to the garage to wash up. Have a shower or something," suggested Jazz.
"For the first time in his life," interjected Gum. Beat rubbed his hand on the still wet pain of his face, then brushed it against Gum's cheek playfully, leaving a back mark.
"Hey!" Gum kicked him sharply in the shin.
"Will you two children ever stop fighting?" asked Combo.
"I don't think they will," said Jazz, "Come on you two, back to the garage to clean up."