[ooc] Ok, I'll get back to what you're all probably more intersted in.[/ooc]
A doctor's practice always smells. It reeks of antiseptics, non-allergenic dressings, worried people, and the general smell of an effort to remove all those dangerous little bacteria from the air. In short, it smells of lack of life.
And this is where people come in an effort to live longer.
Despite the fact that considerable effort has been made to make the place look cheerful, nobody is happy. Nobody wants to be there. From the doctors, to the receptionist, to the patients themselves, nobody wants to be there.
Corn, Cube, Jazz and Clutch, especially Clutch, were no exception to this golden rule.
"I could be dying here," complained Clutch, "Can't the doc analyse people any faster? I could be bleeding to death on the inside!"
"Hypochondriac," muttered Jazz.
"Well I could!"
"If that was so, you'd have passed out by now," growled Cube, "You're too noisy to be dying."
"Wanna make a bet?"
"Shh," hushed Corn, "There are sick people here."
"Yeah! Me!" reminded Clutch.
"One more word Clutch and you will seriously need to see the doctor immediately," threatened Cube, "And a dentist to restore your teeth!"
"Oh, oh oh," said Clutch, dripping sarcasm, "The doctor fine, yeah, ok, but the dentist, that just hits you straight in the heart." He tapped his chest. Cube stared daggers.
"Clutch, spare us all and just shut up for a moment, ok?" said Jazz patently.
"But-" Clutch did not get a chance to continue his protest. The door to the practice was suddenly burst open by Fireball and Muse, who entered closely followed by Ferox and No-Yo supporting Ryter between then, who's face was red and wet with tears of pain. The four GGs watched silently as the four new Rudies skated up to the counter, and a few moments later, Ryter was taken into a room. Muse went with her. Left with nothing to do but wait, Ferox, No-Yo and Fireball took up a chair each.
"Psst! That's her! That's her!" Clutch hissed at Jazz, tugging frantically on her sleeve.
"What?" Jazz hadn't caught on just yet.
"Over there! That Rudie! She's the one that rated my tag!"
"Oh." Jazz glanced at the three Rudies, guessing which one Clutch was referring to, seeing as Ferox was the only girl still there.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Would I forget a body like that?" Jazz realised that Clutch definitely wouldn't, he had a knack for remembering faces.
"They're all wearing skates," stated Cube.
"We noticed," said Jazz pertly, "Clutch say's he's seen the girl. They're Rudies, in case you just noticed that too."
"But one of them is wearing a tie." Jazz chanced another look. One of them was, indeed, wearing a tie.
"We should go talk," said Corn.
"Go on then fearless leader," said Clutch, "Go tell them they're que jumping." Corn shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, and walked over to the group of three.
"Hey," he said. Ferox glanced at him, then stood up to face him.
"Same to you."
"I'm Corn," Guess who said that?, "One of the GGs. I don't think I've seen any of you around." Ferox glanced around the room for any hidden cameras or microphones that just might have been conveniently linked to Jet Set Radio.
"Ferox is the name," she said eventually, "We're only here for the doctor's. You probably saw our friend."
"Yeah. What's up with her?"
"We don't know. That's why we brought her to the doctor," Ferox's tone suggested that it should have been obvious.
"Oh," said Corn. They both waited for each other to say something.
"I saw you!" Clutch yelled at Ferox, who didn't bother acknowledging him.
"You wouldn't have been mooching around Highway Zero by any chance?" asked Corn, as diplomatically as possible.
"Yeah," shrugged Ferox, "What of it?"
"It is part of our territory."
"Is it? I didn't realise that," she lied.
"You really should state what you were doing," Cube growled at her. Ferox glared at Cube. Jazz watched. There was chemistry between the two girls, only it was the sort of chemistry that quickly caused with an explosion killing hundreds of thousands of people, not a quiet chat in a back room.
"I was going through markets looking for cheap food," she said eventually, a sneer evident in her tone.
"Oh really?" Corn glanced at Cube, there was a reason the girl wasn't a diplomat.
"Hey, Fer," called Fireball, "Muse says to go in to Ryter."
"Coming," said Ferox evenly, and with a final death glare at Cube went into the consulting room. No-Yo, the only Rudie in history to ever wear a tie, stood up, approached Corn and shook his hand.
"And you are?" snapped Cube.
"In possession of more manners than you it seems," said No-Yo without apparently thinking before addressing Corn. "Our impromptu leader does not posses many manners either, so it seems it is up to us gentlemen to conduct the conversation in a civilised manner." Corn wasn't sure what to make of this. Cube was practically smoking. Clutch was grumbling about que jumpers, and Jazz was trying not to laugh.
".....yeah," said Corn slowly, so that his confusion was hidden.
"This harmless encounter should not be taken as any reason to rekindle the squabbling that used to run rampant on the streets," No-Yo continued, "Agreed?"
".....yeah." Suddenly Ferox burst back through the door.
"No-Yo!" she demanded, "How much dosh have you got saved up?"
"Why?"
"Ryter needs an operation. She's got herself an ovarian cyst, and it's gonna kill her if we can't get rid of it. How much dosh have you got?"
"How much does she need?" Ferox brutally thrust a piece of paper under No-Yo's nose, and waited as the squinted to read it.
"[i]That[/i] much?" he said eventually.
"Yeah."
"It'll take my till the end of the year to earn that much money if I get my promotion."
"Ryter can't wait nine bloody months! This thing could kill her if she isn't operated on soon!"
"We could help," offered Corn without thinking. Ferox's disrupting yelling, which had caused one old lady to leave the doctor's all together, stopped.
"You can?"
"We will," said Corn, only now starting to wonder how.
"No we wont," contradicted Cube.
"Oh? Why not?" Ferox turned on Cube again. She really liked picking fights.
"Because as a gang, we ain't got no cash," said Cube smugly, folding her arms over her chest. Ferox sneered, but it wasn't as confident as earlier sneers had been.
"We could earn some," said Corn evenly.
"A little advice dude, before you commit to something, check with your girl friend first," Fireball winked at Corn.
"W.....we're not going out," stuttered Corn. Fireball shrugged,
"My mistake."
A doctor's practice always smells. It reeks of antiseptics, non-allergenic dressings, worried people, and the general smell of an effort to remove all those dangerous little bacteria from the air. In short, it smells of lack of life.
And this is where people come in an effort to live longer.
Despite the fact that considerable effort has been made to make the place look cheerful, nobody is happy. Nobody wants to be there. From the doctors, to the receptionist, to the patients themselves, nobody wants to be there.
Corn, Cube, Jazz and Clutch, especially Clutch, were no exception to this golden rule.
"I could be dying here," complained Clutch, "Can't the doc analyse people any faster? I could be bleeding to death on the inside!"
"Hypochondriac," muttered Jazz.
"Well I could!"
"If that was so, you'd have passed out by now," growled Cube, "You're too noisy to be dying."
"Wanna make a bet?"
"Shh," hushed Corn, "There are sick people here."
"Yeah! Me!" reminded Clutch.
"One more word Clutch and you will seriously need to see the doctor immediately," threatened Cube, "And a dentist to restore your teeth!"
"Oh, oh oh," said Clutch, dripping sarcasm, "The doctor fine, yeah, ok, but the dentist, that just hits you straight in the heart." He tapped his chest. Cube stared daggers.
"Clutch, spare us all and just shut up for a moment, ok?" said Jazz patently.
"But-" Clutch did not get a chance to continue his protest. The door to the practice was suddenly burst open by Fireball and Muse, who entered closely followed by Ferox and No-Yo supporting Ryter between then, who's face was red and wet with tears of pain. The four GGs watched silently as the four new Rudies skated up to the counter, and a few moments later, Ryter was taken into a room. Muse went with her. Left with nothing to do but wait, Ferox, No-Yo and Fireball took up a chair each.
"Psst! That's her! That's her!" Clutch hissed at Jazz, tugging frantically on her sleeve.
"What?" Jazz hadn't caught on just yet.
"Over there! That Rudie! She's the one that rated my tag!"
"Oh." Jazz glanced at the three Rudies, guessing which one Clutch was referring to, seeing as Ferox was the only girl still there.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Would I forget a body like that?" Jazz realised that Clutch definitely wouldn't, he had a knack for remembering faces.
"They're all wearing skates," stated Cube.
"We noticed," said Jazz pertly, "Clutch say's he's seen the girl. They're Rudies, in case you just noticed that too."
"But one of them is wearing a tie." Jazz chanced another look. One of them was, indeed, wearing a tie.
"We should go talk," said Corn.
"Go on then fearless leader," said Clutch, "Go tell them they're que jumping." Corn shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, and walked over to the group of three.
"Hey," he said. Ferox glanced at him, then stood up to face him.
"Same to you."
"I'm Corn," Guess who said that?, "One of the GGs. I don't think I've seen any of you around." Ferox glanced around the room for any hidden cameras or microphones that just might have been conveniently linked to Jet Set Radio.
"Ferox is the name," she said eventually, "We're only here for the doctor's. You probably saw our friend."
"Yeah. What's up with her?"
"We don't know. That's why we brought her to the doctor," Ferox's tone suggested that it should have been obvious.
"Oh," said Corn. They both waited for each other to say something.
"I saw you!" Clutch yelled at Ferox, who didn't bother acknowledging him.
"You wouldn't have been mooching around Highway Zero by any chance?" asked Corn, as diplomatically as possible.
"Yeah," shrugged Ferox, "What of it?"
"It is part of our territory."
"Is it? I didn't realise that," she lied.
"You really should state what you were doing," Cube growled at her. Ferox glared at Cube. Jazz watched. There was chemistry between the two girls, only it was the sort of chemistry that quickly caused with an explosion killing hundreds of thousands of people, not a quiet chat in a back room.
"I was going through markets looking for cheap food," she said eventually, a sneer evident in her tone.
"Oh really?" Corn glanced at Cube, there was a reason the girl wasn't a diplomat.
"Hey, Fer," called Fireball, "Muse says to go in to Ryter."
"Coming," said Ferox evenly, and with a final death glare at Cube went into the consulting room. No-Yo, the only Rudie in history to ever wear a tie, stood up, approached Corn and shook his hand.
"And you are?" snapped Cube.
"In possession of more manners than you it seems," said No-Yo without apparently thinking before addressing Corn. "Our impromptu leader does not posses many manners either, so it seems it is up to us gentlemen to conduct the conversation in a civilised manner." Corn wasn't sure what to make of this. Cube was practically smoking. Clutch was grumbling about que jumpers, and Jazz was trying not to laugh.
".....yeah," said Corn slowly, so that his confusion was hidden.
"This harmless encounter should not be taken as any reason to rekindle the squabbling that used to run rampant on the streets," No-Yo continued, "Agreed?"
".....yeah." Suddenly Ferox burst back through the door.
"No-Yo!" she demanded, "How much dosh have you got saved up?"
"Why?"
"Ryter needs an operation. She's got herself an ovarian cyst, and it's gonna kill her if we can't get rid of it. How much dosh have you got?"
"How much does she need?" Ferox brutally thrust a piece of paper under No-Yo's nose, and waited as the squinted to read it.
"[i]That[/i] much?" he said eventually.
"Yeah."
"It'll take my till the end of the year to earn that much money if I get my promotion."
"Ryter can't wait nine bloody months! This thing could kill her if she isn't operated on soon!"
"We could help," offered Corn without thinking. Ferox's disrupting yelling, which had caused one old lady to leave the doctor's all together, stopped.
"You can?"
"We will," said Corn, only now starting to wonder how.
"No we wont," contradicted Cube.
"Oh? Why not?" Ferox turned on Cube again. She really liked picking fights.
"Because as a gang, we ain't got no cash," said Cube smugly, folding her arms over her chest. Ferox sneered, but it wasn't as confident as earlier sneers had been.
"We could earn some," said Corn evenly.
"A little advice dude, before you commit to something, check with your girl friend first," Fireball winked at Corn.
"W.....we're not going out," stuttered Corn. Fireball shrugged,
"My mistake."