[ooc] I'm glad you like how Rhyth was portrayed. This piece is an excercise in accurate, and vague description. Tell me if you can nearly see what I'm talking about[/ooc]
It was only natural for a souvlaki to dribble. That is just what they do. All over the world, souvlakis drip down the arms of their consumers. The ones being eaten by Boogie and Garam were no exception.
The siblings were at Kibogaoka Hill. The open space near the jumps that led onto the giant telephone wires was actually not a bad spot to sit, eat, and muse over civilisation. Providing you sound get your lunch up their in a suitable number of pieces.
There was a dog watching them, a scrawny white and brown mutt who was desperately hoping for a scrap. Boogie had decided to feed the poor thing, after she'd eaten a bit more of course.
The only sounds were the moist noise of chewing, and the distant screaming of birds. The radio had been turned off. The peaceful atmosphere was only ruined slightly by the hill smelling of wet carpet. The siblings didn't say anything to each other. They were just staring.
They had, what you might call, a problem.
Kibogoaka Hill had been tagged.
And what a tag indeed.
The tag was hot. Overall it looked like it had been painted with pure fire. If you gazed at it long enough, you could spot that it was actually a bird on the tag, but it was a fantastic bird on fire. It was masterfully done, with more different shades of orange and red than most Rudies used, simply because it was too cumbersome to carry so many different shades that were nearly identical. It was also huge. It ranged over three levels, from the ground up, several separate tags merging into one depicting this awesome phoenix. The bird itself looked fierce and mighty, and very nearly alive.
Whoever had painted it had also painted over the platforms and rails between the levels, making the tag an almost 3D illusion.
It was masterfully done.
And neither Boogie not Garam had any clue who had done it.
It was almost like it wasn't a tag, but a deliberate work of art that belonged in a museum, or a background for a computer screen. Not something to rekindle a street war.
Garam and Boogie both knew that they'd have to paint it up, but neither felt like doing it right now, as it would take too much effort in this lazy hour.
Besides, they were eating lunch.
It was a puzzle, no doubt about it. It would also be a shame to see such artwork go to waste.
"Ever hear of a gang using a phoenix symbol?" Garam asked his sister between mouthfuls.
"No," admitted Boogie. In her mind she pictured a gang as eccentric as the Immortals had been. "But it could just be some kid who wants to make his mark, but doesn't skate or anything. Some artist person," she suggested.
"Odd that it's only in this one place. Pretty though."
"Maybe whoever did it ran out of paint?" suggested Boogie, flinging a piece of meat from her lunch to the stray dog.
"I wouldn't be surprised with the amount of paint that must have used up. Reckon we should try to find the dude?"
"I don't know. Someone else in the gang might recognise the tag. It would be hard to forget I imagine. Others might know of tags like that in the outskirts. I don't remember anything close to a phoenix. It's not very common. Too occult for most people's tastes."
"Did you hear something just then?" asked Garam, lifting his head as he wiped his hands on a serviette, having finished his dripping souvlaki. Boogie listened for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah. I think it was Rhyth." About two seconds later, Cube and Rhyth burst through a board and descended towards where Boogie and Garam were sitting. Boogie jumped up and cleared some space, Garam didn't bother, but nevertheless didn't get hit. Rhyth landed just to Cube's right.
"Hey, what's happ'nin'?" asked Boogie.
"Corn says be alert," said Cube bluntly.
"Why?" asked Garam calmly.
"He reckons there'll be a police crackdown."
"Clutch stole a car," interrupted Rhyth, much to Cube's annoyance.
"Did he put it back?"
"He crashed into the Benten tower."
"...Oh."
"Is he alright?" asked Boogie.
"They're gonna get him to a doctor. He should be," explained Cube. Garam nodded, understanding.
"He drove in skates, didn't he?"
"Seems that way."
"That never works. The wheels slide on the pedals."
"I think he's worked that out by now."
"Thanks for the warning," said Boogie. "But how'd he......"
"He fell, obviously. He's lucky to be alive," said Cube tiredly. "But you got the warning, that's all I got to tell you." Cube turned to go, then turned back.
"What on earth is THAT?" she pointed to the phoenix.
"It's a tag," shrugged Garam, "Any clue who's?"
"Nope," admitted Cube, still staring it up and down, trying to take in the sheer magnitude of it. She didn't know how she could have missed it.
"It's so pretty!" exclaimed Rhyth.
"But it's on our territory," Cube's eyes narrowed, "It should be gotten rid of."
"Yeah, but it would help if we knew who put it here," countered Garam.
"Corn's got enough to worry about right now. Best get rid of it then see if whoever it was comes back to redo it."
"But it's so pretty!" repeated Rhyth.
"It's the only one," offered Boogie, "If we've got a new gang on our hands, they would have tagged the whole hill. Not just this one spot. Why don't you go tell Corn what's happening, but we're taking care of it?"
"Fine," snapped Cube, feeling the odds stacked against her. "Just stay alert." She turned to leave again, not bothering to get high enough to jump onto the wires, but instead staking along platforms heading back to the sewer entrance.
"Hey! Wait for me!" shouted Rhyth.
It was only natural for a souvlaki to dribble. That is just what they do. All over the world, souvlakis drip down the arms of their consumers. The ones being eaten by Boogie and Garam were no exception.
The siblings were at Kibogaoka Hill. The open space near the jumps that led onto the giant telephone wires was actually not a bad spot to sit, eat, and muse over civilisation. Providing you sound get your lunch up their in a suitable number of pieces.
There was a dog watching them, a scrawny white and brown mutt who was desperately hoping for a scrap. Boogie had decided to feed the poor thing, after she'd eaten a bit more of course.
The only sounds were the moist noise of chewing, and the distant screaming of birds. The radio had been turned off. The peaceful atmosphere was only ruined slightly by the hill smelling of wet carpet. The siblings didn't say anything to each other. They were just staring.
They had, what you might call, a problem.
Kibogoaka Hill had been tagged.
And what a tag indeed.
The tag was hot. Overall it looked like it had been painted with pure fire. If you gazed at it long enough, you could spot that it was actually a bird on the tag, but it was a fantastic bird on fire. It was masterfully done, with more different shades of orange and red than most Rudies used, simply because it was too cumbersome to carry so many different shades that were nearly identical. It was also huge. It ranged over three levels, from the ground up, several separate tags merging into one depicting this awesome phoenix. The bird itself looked fierce and mighty, and very nearly alive.
Whoever had painted it had also painted over the platforms and rails between the levels, making the tag an almost 3D illusion.
It was masterfully done.
And neither Boogie not Garam had any clue who had done it.
It was almost like it wasn't a tag, but a deliberate work of art that belonged in a museum, or a background for a computer screen. Not something to rekindle a street war.
Garam and Boogie both knew that they'd have to paint it up, but neither felt like doing it right now, as it would take too much effort in this lazy hour.
Besides, they were eating lunch.
It was a puzzle, no doubt about it. It would also be a shame to see such artwork go to waste.
"Ever hear of a gang using a phoenix symbol?" Garam asked his sister between mouthfuls.
"No," admitted Boogie. In her mind she pictured a gang as eccentric as the Immortals had been. "But it could just be some kid who wants to make his mark, but doesn't skate or anything. Some artist person," she suggested.
"Odd that it's only in this one place. Pretty though."
"Maybe whoever did it ran out of paint?" suggested Boogie, flinging a piece of meat from her lunch to the stray dog.
"I wouldn't be surprised with the amount of paint that must have used up. Reckon we should try to find the dude?"
"I don't know. Someone else in the gang might recognise the tag. It would be hard to forget I imagine. Others might know of tags like that in the outskirts. I don't remember anything close to a phoenix. It's not very common. Too occult for most people's tastes."
"Did you hear something just then?" asked Garam, lifting his head as he wiped his hands on a serviette, having finished his dripping souvlaki. Boogie listened for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah. I think it was Rhyth." About two seconds later, Cube and Rhyth burst through a board and descended towards where Boogie and Garam were sitting. Boogie jumped up and cleared some space, Garam didn't bother, but nevertheless didn't get hit. Rhyth landed just to Cube's right.
"Hey, what's happ'nin'?" asked Boogie.
"Corn says be alert," said Cube bluntly.
"Why?" asked Garam calmly.
"He reckons there'll be a police crackdown."
"Clutch stole a car," interrupted Rhyth, much to Cube's annoyance.
"Did he put it back?"
"He crashed into the Benten tower."
"...Oh."
"Is he alright?" asked Boogie.
"They're gonna get him to a doctor. He should be," explained Cube. Garam nodded, understanding.
"He drove in skates, didn't he?"
"Seems that way."
"That never works. The wheels slide on the pedals."
"I think he's worked that out by now."
"Thanks for the warning," said Boogie. "But how'd he......"
"He fell, obviously. He's lucky to be alive," said Cube tiredly. "But you got the warning, that's all I got to tell you." Cube turned to go, then turned back.
"What on earth is THAT?" she pointed to the phoenix.
"It's a tag," shrugged Garam, "Any clue who's?"
"Nope," admitted Cube, still staring it up and down, trying to take in the sheer magnitude of it. She didn't know how she could have missed it.
"It's so pretty!" exclaimed Rhyth.
"But it's on our territory," Cube's eyes narrowed, "It should be gotten rid of."
"Yeah, but it would help if we knew who put it here," countered Garam.
"Corn's got enough to worry about right now. Best get rid of it then see if whoever it was comes back to redo it."
"But it's so pretty!" repeated Rhyth.
"It's the only one," offered Boogie, "If we've got a new gang on our hands, they would have tagged the whole hill. Not just this one spot. Why don't you go tell Corn what's happening, but we're taking care of it?"
"Fine," snapped Cube, feeling the odds stacked against her. "Just stay alert." She turned to leave again, not bothering to get high enough to jump onto the wires, but instead staking along platforms heading back to the sewer entrance.
"Hey! Wait for me!" shouted Rhyth.