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GIFTS AND TALENTS.
CHAPTER 2:
Galux Phoenix.
The rush of wind through her hair. Calming and full of life. How she loved it.
With a content sigh, Jerri strapped on her roller blades. She had just enough time for a few circuits on the ramps before Michael should get there. She launched herself off the bench she was sitting on and skated around the ramps before heading over to the fun- box. She gave a slight burst of speed so that she ended up on top of the metal box with small ramps leading of each side. Looking around her domain she smiled.
"This is where I belong," she whispered to herself, before gliding down a ramp to the half-pipe on the other side of the park.
She chatted to a few of the other people who were blading, skating or riding around the ramps for a little while before Michael turned up. She, like she had said, was working on some of her rail work when his black Ute pulled up in the car park and had the horn beep. Jerri grinned and weaved through a few people and headed for the car park. She opened the door through her bag onto the back seat and jumped in. Michael smiled at one of his best friends as she pulled off her in line blades and replaced them with her normal, quite ratty and worn, sneakers. " 'Bout time you showed up, Mikey."
Her friend grunted. "Yeah, well, Jer, I had to peel myself away from all my adoring fan girls."
Jerri gave him an amused snort as he put the Ute in gear and headed towards her favourite clothing label, MFS, which was on the other side of town.
"Thanks for give me the lift, Mikey," she told him as he pulled up outside the shop. "It really means a heap to me."
Michael didn't know why but his pulse picked up slightly and a light blush covered his cheeks.
"It's ok. You know I like to know how your sponsorship offers are going at the moment. It's nice to know I can help you get some of the opportunities I had."
"Since when did you go all philosophical on me? I might have to go and find someone else to hang around with if you keep going on like that. What would people think, with a rock and ska girl hanging with the dreaming thinker? Just not right that would be." She gave her head a sad shake. Michael couldn't help it. The corners of his lips twitched up, no matter how hard he tried not to smile.
He sobered. "What does MFS stand for anyway?"
"Middle Finger Salute," she said with a grin, raising the middle finger of one hand her to her temple in a mock salute. That time Michael laughed outright.
"Who thought up that name? Someone who didn't think much of being subtle, obviously."
"I can't remember I'll talk to my cousin when we get there. She'll know." Jerri unzipped her bag and rummaged around for a minute before she pulled out her Linkin Park Meteora CD. She turned the radio off and put the CD in.
"I see that you finally conned the money for that out of your parents." Michael smirked slightly. Now it seemed that Emily owed him some money for a little wager they had on that.
"Yeah, I just sulked around for a few days, not giving straight answers, turning the radio up loud when Numb was on, you know the drill." She gave a one shouldered shrug. He did know the drill. Jerri had a way with getting things she wanted out of her parents without her having to spend a cent of her allowance on it.
Jerri nodded her head in time with the music that was blaring out of Michael's wicked speaker system. Michael shook his head wistfully, for someone who was in a happy and bright mood most of the time she sure liked to listen to deep and moody music.
"Stop thinking, Michael. You never know when paying attention to your surroundings may come in handy. Such as turning down the right side street." He snapped out of his thoughts and looked around him, a slow blush creeping up his cheeks. He took and few turns through the backstreets until he reached the one they had been looking for.
"This is the place." Jerri pointed out a shop that looked more like a mini- warehouse than a shop. "Middle Finger Salute."
Michael muttered something under his breath about 'strange and abnormal taste in clothes'. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mikey. Didn't quite catch that care to talk a bit louder?" She strolled into the store as if she owned it, Michael trailing after her. Looking through the racks of skater and rock clothes he saw a teenage girl about there age leaning on the checkout tapping her fingers to some unknown tune. Her hair was dark brown streaked heavily with red, silver and blue. Blue eye stared of into the distance, slender brows knitted in thought. He looked her over appreciatively, the tight T- shirt she wore showed just enough skin and loose navy pants hung from perfectly curved hips.
Jerri paused and examined a pair of long black pants before checking the price tag. "Don't you have enough of those?"
"A girl can never have enough pants, Michael." She moved one and picked up a long skirt that was scattered with patches and tears. Jerri rested it against herself before smile and heading over the girl at the checkout.
"A skirt, Jerri?" the girl asked, her voice held the soft lilt of the Irish.
"What about it, Brenna? I need something I can wear somewhere that's fancy, don't I?" Jerri responded taking out her wallet. The girl finally seemed to notice Michael standing behind Jerri, looking quite bored.
"And who is this fine specimen of a male, hmm?" both slender eyebrows rose.
"Michael, this is my cousin Breena. Brenna, this is my best friend Michael." She looked at her cousin and caught the glint in her eye. "Don't start, Brenna."
"Start what, dear cousin?" Brenna blinked innocently.
"Just don't, ok?" Jerri sighed.
" 'Kay. The boss is down back, he's expectin' you. Good luck, girl." Brenna sent her a charming smile.
"Thanks." Jerri sent her a grateful smile.
"I'll wait out here for you," Michael said.
"Why?"
" 'Cause this is your arena, not mine." He smiled at her, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Jerri glared at him. "Some moral support you are," she muttered as she headed to the office at the back of the store. "Here goes."
~*~*~*
The MFS office was brightly lit, the walls were covered with posters of ska and rock bands, clothing designs and people modelling even more clothes. A man with spiky, fluoro green hair and wire rimmed glasses. "Hey, you must be Jerri Roberts." He smiled warmly at her and some of her nervousness was washed away.
"Yeah, and you're my cousin's boss." The man chuckled a bit.
"Daniel Peters. Please, sit. Now as you most likely know we take on a few people who hang around the ramps most of the time and have some skill with skateboards, BMXs and in your case in- line blades. Though at the moment we only have a skateboarder or two and we are looking for fresh talent. Brenna gave me one of your tapes and I liked it. You have the in- line talent that people wish for. I know I wished for it more than once or twice. And you are still a normal person with normal friends, and all the things people like to see in people of higher talent in society." Daniel looked her over carefully, as if sizing her up. "You're the tupe of person we've been looking for."
Jerri blinked at him in surprise. "Are you saying, Mr. Peters, that you will offer me a sponsorship deal?" her voice was soft but there was no mistaking the spark of hope underneath it all.
"Yes, I am. No company like ours can have enough locals on our list of sponsored talent regular customers, and as far as I know you're in here at least every two weeks." Jerri looked down and blushed slightly.
"Yeah, my parents are always having to give me extra money 'cause I spend it all here." Daniel took a sheet of paper form one of the desk drawers, and pushed it towards her.
"That's the agreement form we have here, you show ID and then can get a 15% discount everyday, and all you have to do is hand out stickers, wear our clothes and all that in public." Jerri read over the form, before signing her name down the bottom with a smile.
"I look forward to it." Daniel smile back at her as she left the room back towards the main shop. Having such a talented blader on his side would come in handy when it came to local competitions and rallies. Wannabe skaters and bladers alike would soon want to look like the hottest new talent in town. And he would just be waiting for them.
~*~*~*
well that was chapter two. Hoped you liked it. And Daniel Peters doesn't mean anything sinister at the end there, he was just thinking about making more money.
Please review and make GalPhoe happy!
L8rz!
Please Review? **puppy dog eyes.**
GIFTS AND TALENTS.
CHAPTER 2:
Galux Phoenix.
The rush of wind through her hair. Calming and full of life. How she loved it.
With a content sigh, Jerri strapped on her roller blades. She had just enough time for a few circuits on the ramps before Michael should get there. She launched herself off the bench she was sitting on and skated around the ramps before heading over to the fun- box. She gave a slight burst of speed so that she ended up on top of the metal box with small ramps leading of each side. Looking around her domain she smiled.
"This is where I belong," she whispered to herself, before gliding down a ramp to the half-pipe on the other side of the park.
She chatted to a few of the other people who were blading, skating or riding around the ramps for a little while before Michael turned up. She, like she had said, was working on some of her rail work when his black Ute pulled up in the car park and had the horn beep. Jerri grinned and weaved through a few people and headed for the car park. She opened the door through her bag onto the back seat and jumped in. Michael smiled at one of his best friends as she pulled off her in line blades and replaced them with her normal, quite ratty and worn, sneakers. " 'Bout time you showed up, Mikey."
Her friend grunted. "Yeah, well, Jer, I had to peel myself away from all my adoring fan girls."
Jerri gave him an amused snort as he put the Ute in gear and headed towards her favourite clothing label, MFS, which was on the other side of town.
"Thanks for give me the lift, Mikey," she told him as he pulled up outside the shop. "It really means a heap to me."
Michael didn't know why but his pulse picked up slightly and a light blush covered his cheeks.
"It's ok. You know I like to know how your sponsorship offers are going at the moment. It's nice to know I can help you get some of the opportunities I had."
"Since when did you go all philosophical on me? I might have to go and find someone else to hang around with if you keep going on like that. What would people think, with a rock and ska girl hanging with the dreaming thinker? Just not right that would be." She gave her head a sad shake. Michael couldn't help it. The corners of his lips twitched up, no matter how hard he tried not to smile.
He sobered. "What does MFS stand for anyway?"
"Middle Finger Salute," she said with a grin, raising the middle finger of one hand her to her temple in a mock salute. That time Michael laughed outright.
"Who thought up that name? Someone who didn't think much of being subtle, obviously."
"I can't remember I'll talk to my cousin when we get there. She'll know." Jerri unzipped her bag and rummaged around for a minute before she pulled out her Linkin Park Meteora CD. She turned the radio off and put the CD in.
"I see that you finally conned the money for that out of your parents." Michael smirked slightly. Now it seemed that Emily owed him some money for a little wager they had on that.
"Yeah, I just sulked around for a few days, not giving straight answers, turning the radio up loud when Numb was on, you know the drill." She gave a one shouldered shrug. He did know the drill. Jerri had a way with getting things she wanted out of her parents without her having to spend a cent of her allowance on it.
Jerri nodded her head in time with the music that was blaring out of Michael's wicked speaker system. Michael shook his head wistfully, for someone who was in a happy and bright mood most of the time she sure liked to listen to deep and moody music.
"Stop thinking, Michael. You never know when paying attention to your surroundings may come in handy. Such as turning down the right side street." He snapped out of his thoughts and looked around him, a slow blush creeping up his cheeks. He took and few turns through the backstreets until he reached the one they had been looking for.
"This is the place." Jerri pointed out a shop that looked more like a mini- warehouse than a shop. "Middle Finger Salute."
Michael muttered something under his breath about 'strange and abnormal taste in clothes'. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mikey. Didn't quite catch that care to talk a bit louder?" She strolled into the store as if she owned it, Michael trailing after her. Looking through the racks of skater and rock clothes he saw a teenage girl about there age leaning on the checkout tapping her fingers to some unknown tune. Her hair was dark brown streaked heavily with red, silver and blue. Blue eye stared of into the distance, slender brows knitted in thought. He looked her over appreciatively, the tight T- shirt she wore showed just enough skin and loose navy pants hung from perfectly curved hips.
Jerri paused and examined a pair of long black pants before checking the price tag. "Don't you have enough of those?"
"A girl can never have enough pants, Michael." She moved one and picked up a long skirt that was scattered with patches and tears. Jerri rested it against herself before smile and heading over the girl at the checkout.
"A skirt, Jerri?" the girl asked, her voice held the soft lilt of the Irish.
"What about it, Brenna? I need something I can wear somewhere that's fancy, don't I?" Jerri responded taking out her wallet. The girl finally seemed to notice Michael standing behind Jerri, looking quite bored.
"And who is this fine specimen of a male, hmm?" both slender eyebrows rose.
"Michael, this is my cousin Breena. Brenna, this is my best friend Michael." She looked at her cousin and caught the glint in her eye. "Don't start, Brenna."
"Start what, dear cousin?" Brenna blinked innocently.
"Just don't, ok?" Jerri sighed.
" 'Kay. The boss is down back, he's expectin' you. Good luck, girl." Brenna sent her a charming smile.
"Thanks." Jerri sent her a grateful smile.
"I'll wait out here for you," Michael said.
"Why?"
" 'Cause this is your arena, not mine." He smiled at her, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Jerri glared at him. "Some moral support you are," she muttered as she headed to the office at the back of the store. "Here goes."
The MFS office was brightly lit, the walls were covered with posters of ska and rock bands, clothing designs and people modelling even more clothes. A man with spiky, fluoro green hair and wire rimmed glasses. "Hey, you must be Jerri Roberts." He smiled warmly at her and some of her nervousness was washed away.
"Yeah, and you're my cousin's boss." The man chuckled a bit.
"Daniel Peters. Please, sit. Now as you most likely know we take on a few people who hang around the ramps most of the time and have some skill with skateboards, BMXs and in your case in- line blades. Though at the moment we only have a skateboarder or two and we are looking for fresh talent. Brenna gave me one of your tapes and I liked it. You have the in- line talent that people wish for. I know I wished for it more than once or twice. And you are still a normal person with normal friends, and all the things people like to see in people of higher talent in society." Daniel looked her over carefully, as if sizing her up. "You're the tupe of person we've been looking for."
Jerri blinked at him in surprise. "Are you saying, Mr. Peters, that you will offer me a sponsorship deal?" her voice was soft but there was no mistaking the spark of hope underneath it all.
"Yes, I am. No company like ours can have enough locals on our list of sponsored talent regular customers, and as far as I know you're in here at least every two weeks." Jerri looked down and blushed slightly.
"Yeah, my parents are always having to give me extra money 'cause I spend it all here." Daniel took a sheet of paper form one of the desk drawers, and pushed it towards her.
"That's the agreement form we have here, you show ID and then can get a 15% discount everyday, and all you have to do is hand out stickers, wear our clothes and all that in public." Jerri read over the form, before signing her name down the bottom with a smile.
"I look forward to it." Daniel smile back at her as she left the room back towards the main shop. Having such a talented blader on his side would come in handy when it came to local competitions and rallies. Wannabe skaters and bladers alike would soon want to look like the hottest new talent in town. And he would just be waiting for them.
well that was chapter two. Hoped you liked it. And Daniel Peters doesn't mean anything sinister at the end there, he was just thinking about making more money.
Please review and make GalPhoe happy!
L8rz!