[ooc]It's amazing what one little typeo can do[/ooc]
Music played in the Garage, although not as loud as usual, as it would upset the GG's latest visitor. He was sitting with Boogie.
Or rather, on Boogie.
On her shoulder.
In case you haven't caught on, he was a crow.
"Hey, why's that thing back?" asked Garam.
"I guess it's one I raised," shrugged Boogie carefully, as to not disturb her new friend.
"You gonna name him?"
"Don't know. You think birds give each other names?"
"Why not? Call him Blacky," suggested Garam.
"Blacky?"
"Yeah, Blacky. Nothing wrong with Blacky."
"A little unoriginal, isn't it?" Cube suddenly skated in, a peculiar expression on her face.
"What's up gal?" asked Boogie.
"Wait and see," smirked Cube, skating around to walk up the stairs onto the platform. Garam finally recognised the alien expression on Cube's face as near laughter.
"This had better be good, if it's making Cube laugh," he muttered.
"Hey, bro," Boogie pointed, "Check it out." Jazz, Corn and Clutch came into the garage. Garam started chuckling.
"Hey hey hey, looks like 'Clutch' is gonna get a name change." Clutch, the poor, unfortunate car thief, hobbled closer.
He had crutches.
"Hey! [i]Crutch![/i]" yelled Garam.
"It's not funny," growled Clutch.
"Yes it is!"
"I'm just gonna check 99th street," said Jazz, heading off without anyone protesting.
"Hey Corn, you look glum," said Boogie, gliding over without upsetting her bird.
"As he should be," sneered Cube, "He just volunteered the GGs to donate a significant amount of money to a new rival gang."
"What? What for?"
"For an operation. To save a life," Corn explained himself. "A girl had an ovarian cyst."
"So? All girls have cysts. That's what p-pain is," shrugged Boogie.
"This one was gonna kill her."
"Gees, what a way to go," Boogie actually winced, "Well, I can't blame you for wanting to help. Do we have that much cash?"
"No," said Cube bluntly, looking at her fingernails, "Even if we did, we wouldn't hand it over."
"Why not?" asked Garam, suddenly back to being serious.
"Because they're rivals, dummy."
"Does it not say in the good book 'treat others as you would have them treat you'? There is no cost too high to save a life."
"Since when did you read the bible, Garam?" dismissed Cube.
"Since I was ten." Garam held Cube's glare. For several tense minutes.
"Gees, looks like we've got a future Padre in the group," Cube sneered.
"Hey! At least Garam knows where he stands!" Boogie leapt to her brother's defence. Cube opened her mouth to deliver more put downs, when she heard Jazz come back. Rhyth was with her.
"Jazz!" yelled Corn, "What's the news?"
"The car's been removed, and is under custody of the police." informed Jazz, "Not much. Looks back to normal."
"We'd still better keep alert."
"As always," breathed Cube tiredly. Oh, for the simple days as queen of the sewer…..
"Hi guys!" chirped Rhyth. "Oh Boogie!"
"What?"
"You've got a crow!"
"Yeah. So?"
"Can I touch it?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool!" Rhyth skated up to Boogie and 'Blacky' and began to pat he crow, mewing about how cute it was.
"Caw!" Blacky flew off siddenly.
"Oh? What did I do?" whispered Rhyth.
"He probably didn't like the cat-like mewing," said Garam. "He is a bird, remember?"
"She probably doesn't," muttered Cube.
"Ruf! Ruf!" barked Pots, running towards the Dogenzaka hill entrance.
"Sounds like Yo-yo's back," noticed Jazz. Sure enough, he was. Soda and Beat were with him. They were still grinning.
"Where have you three crazies been then?" asked Garam, "Not up to anything suss I hope?"
"No, no, not at all," grinned Beat, still clearly on a high from car surfing.
"Us? Suss? No, nonononononononononononono," said Soda quickly.
"What have you done?" asked Cube tiredly.
"We were, yo, like, care surfing," shrugged Yo-yo.
"Shut up idiot!" hissed Soda.
"Hey, if you want to get hit by a car, that's your choice," dismissed Cube, not giving them a reaction.
"We didn't want to," said Yo-yo, "But I did."
"What?" asked Corn, worriedly.
"I got hit by a car. That's why I came back. I needed a band-aid."
"Let me get this straight," said Boogie slowly, "You got hit by a car, yes? And because of the collision, you need a band-aid. Just one. For a car accident."
"Yeah, yo."
"That just seems, well, lacking somehow."
"Not to mention damn lucky," growled Clutch. "My car accident wasn't as fortunate!"
"Yeah, but Yo-yo didn't drive a car into the Benten tower," reminded Jazz.
"Hey! Clutch has crutches!" noticed Beat.
"Sharp as a marble today, aren't we?" muttered Cube.
"Hey guys, it's getting late," said Garam, "Some of us have places to be. Corn, can we discuss this money business tomoz?"
"What money?" asked Soda.
"You'll find out tomorrow," said Corn, "We really need everyone here to talk about this."
"Oh, ok."
"Right then guys. Let's split. Keep safe till the morning," said Corn, heading off to what he called home.
"Bye Corn," said Garam, "See ya later Boogie. I got places to go."
"See ya all!" called Rhyth. A little way out of the garage, Cube caught Corn up.
"Hey," she said.
"What is it?"
"I owe you a dinner, remember?"
Music played in the Garage, although not as loud as usual, as it would upset the GG's latest visitor. He was sitting with Boogie.
Or rather, on Boogie.
On her shoulder.
In case you haven't caught on, he was a crow.
"Hey, why's that thing back?" asked Garam.
"I guess it's one I raised," shrugged Boogie carefully, as to not disturb her new friend.
"You gonna name him?"
"Don't know. You think birds give each other names?"
"Why not? Call him Blacky," suggested Garam.
"Blacky?"
"Yeah, Blacky. Nothing wrong with Blacky."
"A little unoriginal, isn't it?" Cube suddenly skated in, a peculiar expression on her face.
"What's up gal?" asked Boogie.
"Wait and see," smirked Cube, skating around to walk up the stairs onto the platform. Garam finally recognised the alien expression on Cube's face as near laughter.
"This had better be good, if it's making Cube laugh," he muttered.
"Hey, bro," Boogie pointed, "Check it out." Jazz, Corn and Clutch came into the garage. Garam started chuckling.
"Hey hey hey, looks like 'Clutch' is gonna get a name change." Clutch, the poor, unfortunate car thief, hobbled closer.
He had crutches.
"Hey! [i]Crutch![/i]" yelled Garam.
"It's not funny," growled Clutch.
"Yes it is!"
"I'm just gonna check 99th street," said Jazz, heading off without anyone protesting.
"Hey Corn, you look glum," said Boogie, gliding over without upsetting her bird.
"As he should be," sneered Cube, "He just volunteered the GGs to donate a significant amount of money to a new rival gang."
"What? What for?"
"For an operation. To save a life," Corn explained himself. "A girl had an ovarian cyst."
"So? All girls have cysts. That's what p-pain is," shrugged Boogie.
"This one was gonna kill her."
"Gees, what a way to go," Boogie actually winced, "Well, I can't blame you for wanting to help. Do we have that much cash?"
"No," said Cube bluntly, looking at her fingernails, "Even if we did, we wouldn't hand it over."
"Why not?" asked Garam, suddenly back to being serious.
"Because they're rivals, dummy."
"Does it not say in the good book 'treat others as you would have them treat you'? There is no cost too high to save a life."
"Since when did you read the bible, Garam?" dismissed Cube.
"Since I was ten." Garam held Cube's glare. For several tense minutes.
"Gees, looks like we've got a future Padre in the group," Cube sneered.
"Hey! At least Garam knows where he stands!" Boogie leapt to her brother's defence. Cube opened her mouth to deliver more put downs, when she heard Jazz come back. Rhyth was with her.
"Jazz!" yelled Corn, "What's the news?"
"The car's been removed, and is under custody of the police." informed Jazz, "Not much. Looks back to normal."
"We'd still better keep alert."
"As always," breathed Cube tiredly. Oh, for the simple days as queen of the sewer…..
"Hi guys!" chirped Rhyth. "Oh Boogie!"
"What?"
"You've got a crow!"
"Yeah. So?"
"Can I touch it?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool!" Rhyth skated up to Boogie and 'Blacky' and began to pat he crow, mewing about how cute it was.
"Caw!" Blacky flew off siddenly.
"Oh? What did I do?" whispered Rhyth.
"He probably didn't like the cat-like mewing," said Garam. "He is a bird, remember?"
"She probably doesn't," muttered Cube.
"Ruf! Ruf!" barked Pots, running towards the Dogenzaka hill entrance.
"Sounds like Yo-yo's back," noticed Jazz. Sure enough, he was. Soda and Beat were with him. They were still grinning.
"Where have you three crazies been then?" asked Garam, "Not up to anything suss I hope?"
"No, no, not at all," grinned Beat, still clearly on a high from car surfing.
"Us? Suss? No, nonononononononononononono," said Soda quickly.
"What have you done?" asked Cube tiredly.
"We were, yo, like, care surfing," shrugged Yo-yo.
"Shut up idiot!" hissed Soda.
"Hey, if you want to get hit by a car, that's your choice," dismissed Cube, not giving them a reaction.
"We didn't want to," said Yo-yo, "But I did."
"What?" asked Corn, worriedly.
"I got hit by a car. That's why I came back. I needed a band-aid."
"Let me get this straight," said Boogie slowly, "You got hit by a car, yes? And because of the collision, you need a band-aid. Just one. For a car accident."
"Yeah, yo."
"That just seems, well, lacking somehow."
"Not to mention damn lucky," growled Clutch. "My car accident wasn't as fortunate!"
"Yeah, but Yo-yo didn't drive a car into the Benten tower," reminded Jazz.
"Hey! Clutch has crutches!" noticed Beat.
"Sharp as a marble today, aren't we?" muttered Cube.
"Hey guys, it's getting late," said Garam, "Some of us have places to be. Corn, can we discuss this money business tomoz?"
"What money?" asked Soda.
"You'll find out tomorrow," said Corn, "We really need everyone here to talk about this."
"Oh, ok."
"Right then guys. Let's split. Keep safe till the morning," said Corn, heading off to what he called home.
"Bye Corn," said Garam, "See ya later Boogie. I got places to go."
"See ya all!" called Rhyth. A little way out of the garage, Cube caught Corn up.
"Hey," she said.
"What is it?"
"I owe you a dinner, remember?"