Aita's one annoying broad, ain't she? :-p
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Location: Los Angeles
Time: 10:00 AM
*Razor couldn't believe how fast the day was burnt on that, and he had a photo
shoot that day… already… it was uncanny. Razor hopped on his board, and skated
around, burning a little time. As he rolled away from a kickflip to crooked
grind, he heard a familiar enough voice.*
Aita: Whatisthisisthisaskateboardwhatdoyoudowiththisitsjustapieceofwoodwhat'sthebigdeal???
*Razor stopped*
Razor *thinking*: You have got to be kidding me... she followed us???
*Razor sighed, and tried to find her. He soon felt something near his neck,
and as he looked, he saw her again. Razor sighed again, and tried to continue
with what felt to him as a bit of a warm-up, as Sparks followed along, laughing
almost every time Aita started to speak.*
Razor: People have a lot of fun watching that sort of thing…
Aita:
WhatsortofthingIdon'tunderstandwhatyoumeanwhatdoyoudoonapieceofwoodthatissomuchfuntowatch?
Razor: Look down.
*Razor flipped the board through a 360 flip, landing in a 5-0 on a bench,
riding off.*
Sparks: Awesome!
Aita:
WowhowdidyoudothatImeanhowdidyoumakethewoodthingycomeupwithyouareyoumagiclikeme???
Razor: No, not reall—
Aita: Thenhowdidyoudothattheboarddidn'tcomeuponitsownifyouaren'tmagichowdiditcomeup?
Razor: Timing.
Aita: Oh…
*Razor was glad to see her calm down for a moment, and sit down on his
shoulder. Razor did a handstand on his board, forgetting she was on his
shoulder until he feels her fly straight into his quills. Razor flipped the
board, landing in a rail stand, then flipping it down and skating off.*
Aita:
Whydidn'tyouwarnmethatyouweregoingtodothatIalmostfellontoyourboardandthatdidn'tlooklikefun!!!
Razor: My bad…
Aita: JustbecauseI'msmallyouignoremethatissotypical…
Razor *thinking*: Hard to ignore you, Aita, you never shut up... *out
loud* I'm sorry, but I'm not used to having a fairy on my shoulder while I'm
skating…
*Razor started to skate toward the skatepark, and quickly noticed something.
There was a child, no older than ten, a human child, sitting on a park bench,
crying. He was transparent, of course, so Razor already could guess one reason
why he was crying, but he sat down beside the child. As soon as he sat down,
the child clung to him, a tingling sensation sweeping over the areas he
touched.*
Razor: What's wrong, little guy?
Child Spirit: I'm scared... and I want my mommy!
Razor: Well where is she?
Child Spirit: I don't knoooooow...
Razor: Then I'll help you look for her, okay?
Aita:
RazorwhothehellareyoutalkingtoIdon'tseeanybodywhoissittingtheredoyouhaveanimaginaryfriendoristherefairieshereandtheyareevensmallerthanme???
Razor: Shhh! I'll help you look for her, okay?
*The child nodded, and Razor stood up, the child still clinging to him. How,
Razor wasn't sure, but he found himself carrying the child, though there was no
real weight to him. Razor stepped on his board, and looked around. Off in the
distance, he saw the flaming wreckage of a car crash, and he skated toward it,
in the hopes of the child's parents' souls still being there. As Razor arrived
at the scene, he told the kid to stay put for a moment, and looked around as
much as he could. Razor couldn't find the child's parents, or anybody who might
look like them, outside of the wreckage. He knew that the bodies were in the
car, but they were useless. So Razor found himself picking the 7-year-old
spirit back up, and skating off down one of the near streets, Sparks trailing and Aita still in his quills. Razor
turned to the child in his arms.*
Razor: If you see them, tell me, okay?
*He nodded, and Razor continued to search for his parents. He searched the
entire area, finding nothing in the concrete jungle of LA. Razor sighed,
feeling guilty and unable to help the child. He decided to search the little
bit of green area inside of LA, and walked off through the parks.*
Location: A green area in Los Angeles
Time: 12:20 PM
*Razor's eye caught something off in the distance of the park, something that
looked like a white blur to him. It was pacing, it seemed, along with what
Razor could see as two adult human spirits, one female and one male. Razor
sighed with relief, and walked over to the trio, board in hand and the child
walking alongside him. As soon as Razor got a little closer, he shied away from
the white blur, instead addressing the humans with a staggered voice, trying to
block the white blur from his view as he pushed the child forth.*
Razor: E-e-e-excuse m-m-me… b-but d-d-does this k-k-kid belong to y-y-y-you?
*Razor smiled as he saw the kid throw his arms around his mother. The scene was
quickly interrupted.*
Sparks: Man, who the hell are you talkin'
to?
Razor: I'll explain later.
*As soon as Razor said this, he felt something touch his shoulder, which seemed
to instantly give way to it in relaxation. The shoulder felt tingly in a good
way, and Razor nervously looked over, and saw the white blurry figure he was
trying to block out of his sight. Razor jumped, and immediately looked away.*
Razor *thinking*: What did I do?
*The figure laughed, and spoke with a voice that declared power, to the point
that Razor fell silent.*
Figure: Nothing worthy of feeling that way, Roi... But...
*At this, Razor felt what he knew to be a vision of an angel wrap its arms
around him. Wings, too, the way it felt. Razor nervously and politely hugged
the figure back.*
Figure: Thank you, Roi... for finding young Jacob and bringing him back to
his parents.
Razor: I-i-i-i-it was n-n-n-n-no big d-d-d-d-deal, sir…
*Razor gulped, and waited. The angel seemed to smile for a moment, before
ascending with the family of three, vanishing into the vertical horizon. Razor
played with the wheels on his board for a moment, and headed to the Tony Hawk
Memorial Skatepark.*
Location: Tony Hawk Memorial Skatepark
Time: 12:55 PM
Sparks: So tell me Razor, who the hell were you
talkin' to?
Razor: A child, and then his parents, and then an angel if that's
understandable.
Sparks: An angel? Riiiiiiiight.
Razor: Yes, and what, don't you believe me?
Sparks: Of course not… why didn't I see
this angel?
Razor: Because it didn't want to be seen by you.
Sparks: And it wanted to be seen by you… why?
Razor: I guess to thank me…
Sparks: For what?
Razor: Helping the kid find his parents.
Sparks: What kid!? There wasn't any kid!
Razor: Maybe not through your eyes, because he wasn't in his body, but I still
helped him find his family.
Sparks *giving up*: Whatever you say, man…
*Razor sat his board on the ground, and started messing with it for a little
bit. It didn't take long for him to see a truck pull up near the entrance of
the park, and two people to get out. One was carrying a pad of paper and a
pencil, probably a columnist. The other was carrying a 35mm camera with a zoom
lens. The one with the pencil and paper had on sunglasses, and he had the right
idea; it was very bright outside. Razor saw them both, and looked over at them
with a smile on his face.*
Razor: Sup you guys?
Cameraman: I'm guessing you would be Roi Valley?
Razor: You're guessing right.
Columnist: Alright, then let's get this show on the road.
*Razor nodded, and the group of now five (though only Sparks and Razor knew who the fifth person was),
headed into the skatepark. As they got inside, Razor looked around, and stopped
when the Cameraman suddenly stopped.*
Cameraman: You
skate vert, right?
Razor: I skate both, but they pay me to do vert, I guess…
*The cameraman nodded, and the two headed off to the
same halfpipe the demo was performed on, Razor and Sparks following.*
Razor: …Aita, you might want to get out of my quills…
Aita: WhatwhywhywouldIwanttogetoutofyourquillsI'mniceandwarmhere…
Razor: Then go to Sam, because I'm going to be doing some stuff and I'll be
upside down for most of it, okay?
*Aita didn't say anything, but Razor saw the white dot go zooming into Sam's
locks. Razor chuckled, the white dot a lot more visible in Sam's quills. Razor
headed up the halfpipe, and the columnist was waiting up there for him.*
Columnist: So, Roi, when did you start skating?
Razor: Well, when I was six, I saw some of the older kids around where I live,
you know? They were skateboarding, and I just saw them and thought "Hey, that
looks like fun," so I went up to my dad and asked him if he could get me a
skateboard. He said no, but I continued to prod him and my mother. It was a
year before they finally broke down and let me ride.
Columnist: Parents are like that, aren't they... The guy who called me said
your nickname was Razor… how'd you get that nickname?
Razor: Remember that board that my parents got me I was telling you about?
Columnist: Yeah…
Razor: Well, I had that thing for 3 years. Some of the people around the skate
scene when I was 7, 8, 9, 10… they always called me Razortail because of the
state of the backside of my board. After I finally got a new board, the tail
fell off, but Razor stayed.
*The columnist laughed, and signaled to Razor to drop in, the cameraman on the
other side, ready to take pictures. Razor dropped in, and did a frontside air
on the other side. Razor got a little better air on the wrong side, and then as
he got up to the side the cameraman was on, he did a FS Rodeo 540, riding away
and doing a rock to fakie and stopping himself on the columnist's side.*
Razor: My guess is me and you aren't through, right?
Columnist: No, I just want to see all you can do… after the shoot is when we'll
finish.
Razor: Oh…
*Razor dropped back in, and did a Caballerial with a Stalefish grab. Razor did
a big frontside air, and then did The 900, a flash going off beneath him. Razor
did a 540 on the other side, and then on the side with the cameraman, did the
FS Rodeo 900. The flash went off again, and Razor smiled as he landed smoothly.
Such a pattern continued, with a small trick then a big trick, for about 20
minutes until…*
Cameraman: Okay, that's enough, Roi.
*Razor popped out of the pipe, landing beside the columnist, who tossed him a
bottle of water Razor had brought with him.*
Columnist: So, Razor, where were you born?
Razor: Carlsbad California, but when I was 6 my family moved to DC.
Columnist: DC? That's a new one… What's with you and that blue stone?
Razor: Huh? *At that time, Razor noticed that he was playing around with his
emerald, and he looked back at the Columnist.* My mother gave it to me… a
couple years ago.
Columnist: Ah, and what does she do?
Razor: She used to be a lawyer…
Columnist: Used to?
Razor: Now she's resting with the angels… *Razor did a short sign of the cross
over his body, trying to comfort himself.*
Columnist: Sorry to hear that, when did she die?
Razor: A little less than a year ago, along with the rest of my family.
Columnist: What happened? If I may ask…
Razor: They were killed…
Columnist: I figured that much, I mean how were they killed?
Razor: No, you don't understand, they were murdered.
Columnist: Sorry to hear that. What have you been doing since their death?
Razor: Well, I've tracked down the guy that killed them, along with a couple of
other people who were after him that I now could consider my friends. Actually,
I'm living with them as of right now…
Columnist: I see… What was the first trick you ever learned?
Razor: You change the subject a lot, you know that? *chuckle* Besides an ollie,
the first trick I learned was a rail stand.
Columnist: Do you still freestyle?
Razor: Oh yeah… it's a lot of fun.
Columnist: Big air or good combos?
Razor: Big air is a lot of fun, but I'd have to say that good combos are what
impress people.
Columnist: Grind or stall?
Razor: Grind, definitely.
Columnist: Spins or Flips?
Razor: Spins or Flips? That's a hard one… but why not both? *chuckle* I'd have to say Flips.
Columnist: What's your setup?
Razor: Well, any Flip deck, 55 mm Ricta wheels, Destructo trucks, and Bones
Black Bones bearings.
Columnist: Built for speed…
Razor: Yeah, all sorts of speed… not very heavy, either.
*The interview began to wrap up, and Razor headed out of the skatepark, and
into a hotel, Sparks and Aita following. Razor found a room at a good price, and checked in
for the night.*