Disclaimer: I do not own SSX and all of the different characters, tracks,
etc. However, I do own Tony, my own original character that I wanted to
throw in the mix of cool characters.
This is my first fan fic ever. However, I have written stories before so this is not a completely new experience for me. And Tony is not me. But, I do put in qualities that I have in him (particularly his attitude to many of the different riders). I know that JP, Kaori, etc. speak different languages better than English, but I'm just going to make them speak English cause it is much easier on both the writer (me) and the reader (you).
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Chapter 1: The End, Yet a New Beginning
JP sighed sadly as he reread the letter he just got in the mail. Having already packed most of his belongings for a season's stay at the third SSX season, the intense snowboarding competition that he was part of and became famous from, this letter couldn't have destroyed JP's spirits any more. It read:
"Dear Jean-Paul Arsenault,
We regret to inform you that one of your good colleagues, Luther- Dwayne Grady, had recently passed away, due to severe medical conditions involving his obesity. Before he had died, he wanted us to tell you that you've always been a good friend to him, despite the fact that many people had hated him. His funeral will be held within a week, but we do not wish to disturb anything you have planned by attending, specifically the upcoming new season of SSX. We hope you do not take Luther's death to an extreme level, and best of luck at the competition.
With respect,
Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Grady (Luther's parents)."
Luther has been one of JP's few friends at the SSX competition. However, JP never got close to Luther, thinking their friendship was more like an acquaintanceship.
JP crumpled the letter and tossed it in the wastebasket muttering, "He never really did much for me, but it is sad that he is no longer around."
Heading out to finish his packing, a horrible thought struck JP. "Who will help me in the competition now?" he thought as he remembered all of the times Luther had stuck up for him and helped him out when the other competitors were furious at him. Worry had spread over him like it was the largest wave in the world.
"I think it is best for me to take care on my own problems on my own," announced JP to no one in his empty mansion, "But it has been two years. Maybe no one still holds a grudge against me, after all these years."
JP walked to his bathroom to check himself in the mirror. He waved his hand through his spiky blonde hair to make sure his hair gel was working strongly. Ever since he got a new haircut, he's been spiking his hair up with various hair gels because many of them weren't as strong as necessary to keep his hair spiky. However, he believed he found the one that works the best, but he's been sort of paranoid about it. Satisfied that his hair is spiked the way he wanted, he took his shades and laid them gently before his spike bangs, giving him the look he wanted. He was also wearing expensive black snowboard pants with red and blue stripes down the sides, a red and blue T-shirt, and a very expensive but sharp pair of black and red shoes, only made in France.
"Maybe I can get a girlfriend this year," JP thought out loud. He has been worrying about girlfriends ever since Marisol. Before her, JP would date girls aimlessly and break up with them once he got bored of them, without any care for the girls' feelings. But after breaking up with Marisol and racing against her during the last SSX season, he learned that his breaking up with her, and probably with the many other girls, left her in a complete, heartbroken mess. When he saw Marisol's distress, he vowed never to break up with a girl again, to never put one in the pain he had done so before.
Things were starting to look up for the young, talented French boarder. Or so, he hoped so. As JP finished packing and started to bring his entire luggage outside, he took one last step into his garage to view his beautiful red Ferrari F50. Wanting to take her for a final drive, he had to strain himself by closing the garage door in front of him. He knew that there wasn't enough time to spend cruising around before his plane left. And he couldn't take his Ferrari to the airport because he couldn't trust leaving his beauty at the airport parking lot for less than half a year.
Frowning, he locked the garage door, and then proceeded to lock the front door to his mansion. He had taken extra precautions to make sure everything was shut and locked to prevent any theft, amongst other hazards. While he was away, he didn't want anything to happen to the mansion that he had invested so much of his time and money into.
JP took out his silver and blue cell phone and dialed the number of a super fast taxi company in France.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Hello. I need a taxi that can take me and a ton of luggage over to the Paris International Airport," JP explained as he told the voice his address.
"Alright. A taxi should be over there to pick you up in a few seconds," the voice explained before he hung up.
JP gathered his entire luggage and dragged them on over to the sidewalk in front of his house. As soon as he got there, completely tired from the weight of the luggage, a taxi had just pulled up.
"With a mansion like that, you would think one would be able to provide his own means of transportation," the taxi driver joked.
"Quiet! I'm not paying you to comment about how I do not wish to drive my fancy car or fly my personal jet," snapped JP as he continued to load his luggage into and on top of the taxi. In a few moments, all of JP's luggage was secure and he sat down in the backseat of the taxi. As he slammed the door shut, he wondered, "What am I getting myself into?" as the taxi started to drive towards the airport and JP's mansion slowly faded from his site.
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JP was glad when the taxi finally pulled up in front of the Paris International Airport entrance. Riding in silence really made him miss the speed and freedom of his Ferrari. He unloaded all of his luggage in silence, and was glad that the taxi driver didn't bother to throw out any more jokes about him. As the taxi drove away, JP started to dread the taxi ride back from the airport, despite the fact that that ride wouldn't take place for a long time.
JP dragged his luggage into the airport, and after a while of looking, he found an empty seat and chose to sit down and rest. He fumbled for his wallet, found it, and rummaged through it to find his airplane ticket. He found it and read, "Flight 117: from Paris to Canada." He didn't know where in Canada he was going. When he applied, the SSX staff bought him the ticket, and told him that there will be a limo to pick him up from the airport in Canada that would drive him to the base of Mt. BIG, the name of the single mountain season three of SSX would take place on.
Before he could walk over and ask when his flight would be available to board, JP heard an announcement, "Flight 177 is now boarding. Customers, please come with your tickets and luggage ready."
"Finally!!" a huge crowd of people from various parts of the airport exclaimed in unison. JP laughed to himself, but couldn't help thinking whether he was late or not.
JP grabbed his luggage and dragged them as he half-walked, half-ran to the terminal where his flight would take place. Somehow, he was the first one there.
"There isn't a single large luggage compartment on the plane because of its small size," the announcer lady started to explain, "so you will have to place your luggage in the overhead storage compartments. Don't worry about your luggage not fitting. These compartments are gigantic and everything will fit."
"Ticket please?" the ticket lady asked as she smiled at JP. JP gave a small smile back and handed her his ticket. She gave him back his stub and allowed him to board the plane, dragging his heavy luggage behind him.
As JP entered the plane, he noticed that it was super clean, spacious, and cold because of the air conditioning, just what he liked in a plane. Looking around, he noticed that there were two seats next to each other in a row, but the distance between the seats in front to the next seats was huge. JP smiled at the thought of a lot of legroom. He chose a seat near the back and started to wonder how all of his luggage is going to fit. After he opened the overhead luggage compartment, JP was in complete shock at how much room was available. One by one, he tossed in his heavy suitcases, backpacks, and duffel bags. He was surprised at the amount of room left over for the second person, if there was going to be one. At times, JP was lucky enough to have two whole seats to himself due to the lack of many customers. He quickly searched through one of his backpacks, pulled out an extra thick car magazine, and closed the compartment door.
JP picked the window seat, and sat down, amazed at how comfortable the airplane seats are. He could have fallen asleep right there in his cozy seat. But he chose not to, and instead, started to read through his car magazine. He heard the other customers begin boarding and throwing their luggage into the compartments. JP was satisfied that he had already accomplished this and was now enjoying himself in the convenient airplane.
As he was reading an article about why Ferraris are the most beautiful and fastest cars ever made, he noticed that a few people were talking a lot near the front of the airship. Many of the other customers had packed away their luggage and settled down in silence. JP was particularly aware of these people talking because those voices were the loudest, and only, sounds on the plane.
JP looked up from his magazine and saw that a young boy with a ton of luggage at the entrance of the plane was talking loudly to people outside of the plane in a mixture of English and Italian. The boy didn't seem very old, easily around his 'teens. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with black sleeves and black snowboard pants with blue stripes along the sides. But the peculiar thing about this boy that JP noticed was his hair. The boy had dark black hair, in which he had spiked. In between some of his spikes rested a pair of black and blue shades. He had nearly the identical hairstyle as JP! JP looked more closely and noticed that the tips of his hair were all dyed blue.
"I wonder what his favorite color could be," JP muttered as the boy started finishing his good-byes, waved, and dragged his luggage looking for an available seat.
Once JP got to the good part of his article, he had noticed someone opening the overhead compartment over his seat. JP looked up and saw the blue spiky-haired boy throwing his luggage effortlessly into the compartment. JP was disappointed that someone had to sit next to him, and out of all people it was the blue-haired kid that had copied off his hairstyle. JP also wondered if everything would manage to fit. Once the boy had thrown everything up there, he had an expression on his face that looked like he was missing something. He then stood on the chair next to JP as he started rummaging through all of the luggage in the compartment, making a huge cacophony then was heard throughout the entire airplane, and maybe even the airport right next door. JP was getting really annoyed, but his anger faded away as he saw the boy slam the compartment door shut and fell down into the seat next to JP with a snowboarding magazine and his CD player in his hands and his headphones around his neck. Before long, the boy had gotten himself comfortable, listening to his CD player with his headphones on and reading his magazine while he propped up his feet on the seat in front of him.
By the time that the boy had finally settled in, the pilot had decided to start to fly the plane. JP snapped on his seatbelt, and was about to tell the boy to do the same until he noticed he already had it on.
"I'm glad someone got himself comfortable and ready as soon as he could," JP muttered. He heard someone snickering, probably at his comment, from the seat in front of him. JP ignored him and once again directed his focus to his magazine as the plane flew higher and higher.
After awhile, JP grew bored with his magazine so he decided to look out of his window. However, the site wasn't as amazing as he thought it would be because they were flying over the ocean. The endless blue started to make JP sleepy. He was almost about to fall asleep when he heard the boy next to him start to snore loudly, which had completely awaken JP and destroyed any ounce of sleep in his body.
Frustrated, JP rolled up his magazine and smacked the boy in the face with it.
"Ow!" the boy yelled. "Huh? What's going on?" Then he noticed the rolled up magazine in JP's hand. "So, you thought it was a good idea to smack someone you don't even know in the face, yeah?" he said angrily as he took off his headphones.
"Hey, it's not my fault you were snoring," JP shot back. Now, the idea of smacking him to shut him up didn't seem like such a good one anymore.
"You could have waken me up in a less violent way," the boy said. "Hey, what's with the shades?" he asked, noticing JP's shades on as the same way as his.
"Hey, you were the one that copied off of me," JP said. But before he could say anything else, the boy snatched the sunglasses from JP's head.
"Hey," JP started.
"You got pretty cool shades there," the boy said. "They're kind of like mine." The boy took his shades off to examine the both of the pairs together. "Yeah, same company."
"Can I have them back now?" JP asked with an annoyed tone in his voice.
"Sure," the boy said as he handed them back. "Yours are nicer, but I like my better. They're not all black and silver."
JP nodded as he placed them back on his head.
"Hey, you're like my clone," the boy said. "Same hairstyles, same shades, what next?"
JP just shook his head, and returned his gaze out the window.
"So, what bring you to Canada?" the boy asked, clearly trying to make small talk. "Oh, by the way, my name is Tony," he said as he offered his hand for a handshake.
"JP," JP said as he shook Tony's hand. "I'm going to go snowboarding on some mountains at Canada."
"Me too," Tony said. "If you couldn't tell, I'm a big snowboarding fan. It's fun to finally board with some of the professionals. I hated that they stuck me in the amateur league just because I was so young. Now I'm 17 so they had to let me go."
"Are you really that good?" JP asked with rising interest.
"Hopefully," Tony said quietly. Then he yawned and said, "Well, I'm going back to sleep 'cause I really need it. Try not to wake me up."
JP nodded and before long, Tony fell fast asleep. "He won't last one day if he keeps sleeping like this," JP muttered to himself. And before long, he fell asleep as well as the plane took the both of them closer and closer to Canada.
This is my first fan fic ever. However, I have written stories before so this is not a completely new experience for me. And Tony is not me. But, I do put in qualities that I have in him (particularly his attitude to many of the different riders). I know that JP, Kaori, etc. speak different languages better than English, but I'm just going to make them speak English cause it is much easier on both the writer (me) and the reader (you).
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Chapter 1: The End, Yet a New Beginning
JP sighed sadly as he reread the letter he just got in the mail. Having already packed most of his belongings for a season's stay at the third SSX season, the intense snowboarding competition that he was part of and became famous from, this letter couldn't have destroyed JP's spirits any more. It read:
"Dear Jean-Paul Arsenault,
We regret to inform you that one of your good colleagues, Luther- Dwayne Grady, had recently passed away, due to severe medical conditions involving his obesity. Before he had died, he wanted us to tell you that you've always been a good friend to him, despite the fact that many people had hated him. His funeral will be held within a week, but we do not wish to disturb anything you have planned by attending, specifically the upcoming new season of SSX. We hope you do not take Luther's death to an extreme level, and best of luck at the competition.
With respect,
Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Grady (Luther's parents)."
Luther has been one of JP's few friends at the SSX competition. However, JP never got close to Luther, thinking their friendship was more like an acquaintanceship.
JP crumpled the letter and tossed it in the wastebasket muttering, "He never really did much for me, but it is sad that he is no longer around."
Heading out to finish his packing, a horrible thought struck JP. "Who will help me in the competition now?" he thought as he remembered all of the times Luther had stuck up for him and helped him out when the other competitors were furious at him. Worry had spread over him like it was the largest wave in the world.
"I think it is best for me to take care on my own problems on my own," announced JP to no one in his empty mansion, "But it has been two years. Maybe no one still holds a grudge against me, after all these years."
JP walked to his bathroom to check himself in the mirror. He waved his hand through his spiky blonde hair to make sure his hair gel was working strongly. Ever since he got a new haircut, he's been spiking his hair up with various hair gels because many of them weren't as strong as necessary to keep his hair spiky. However, he believed he found the one that works the best, but he's been sort of paranoid about it. Satisfied that his hair is spiked the way he wanted, he took his shades and laid them gently before his spike bangs, giving him the look he wanted. He was also wearing expensive black snowboard pants with red and blue stripes down the sides, a red and blue T-shirt, and a very expensive but sharp pair of black and red shoes, only made in France.
"Maybe I can get a girlfriend this year," JP thought out loud. He has been worrying about girlfriends ever since Marisol. Before her, JP would date girls aimlessly and break up with them once he got bored of them, without any care for the girls' feelings. But after breaking up with Marisol and racing against her during the last SSX season, he learned that his breaking up with her, and probably with the many other girls, left her in a complete, heartbroken mess. When he saw Marisol's distress, he vowed never to break up with a girl again, to never put one in the pain he had done so before.
Things were starting to look up for the young, talented French boarder. Or so, he hoped so. As JP finished packing and started to bring his entire luggage outside, he took one last step into his garage to view his beautiful red Ferrari F50. Wanting to take her for a final drive, he had to strain himself by closing the garage door in front of him. He knew that there wasn't enough time to spend cruising around before his plane left. And he couldn't take his Ferrari to the airport because he couldn't trust leaving his beauty at the airport parking lot for less than half a year.
Frowning, he locked the garage door, and then proceeded to lock the front door to his mansion. He had taken extra precautions to make sure everything was shut and locked to prevent any theft, amongst other hazards. While he was away, he didn't want anything to happen to the mansion that he had invested so much of his time and money into.
JP took out his silver and blue cell phone and dialed the number of a super fast taxi company in France.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Hello. I need a taxi that can take me and a ton of luggage over to the Paris International Airport," JP explained as he told the voice his address.
"Alright. A taxi should be over there to pick you up in a few seconds," the voice explained before he hung up.
JP gathered his entire luggage and dragged them on over to the sidewalk in front of his house. As soon as he got there, completely tired from the weight of the luggage, a taxi had just pulled up.
"With a mansion like that, you would think one would be able to provide his own means of transportation," the taxi driver joked.
"Quiet! I'm not paying you to comment about how I do not wish to drive my fancy car or fly my personal jet," snapped JP as he continued to load his luggage into and on top of the taxi. In a few moments, all of JP's luggage was secure and he sat down in the backseat of the taxi. As he slammed the door shut, he wondered, "What am I getting myself into?" as the taxi started to drive towards the airport and JP's mansion slowly faded from his site.
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JP was glad when the taxi finally pulled up in front of the Paris International Airport entrance. Riding in silence really made him miss the speed and freedom of his Ferrari. He unloaded all of his luggage in silence, and was glad that the taxi driver didn't bother to throw out any more jokes about him. As the taxi drove away, JP started to dread the taxi ride back from the airport, despite the fact that that ride wouldn't take place for a long time.
JP dragged his luggage into the airport, and after a while of looking, he found an empty seat and chose to sit down and rest. He fumbled for his wallet, found it, and rummaged through it to find his airplane ticket. He found it and read, "Flight 117: from Paris to Canada." He didn't know where in Canada he was going. When he applied, the SSX staff bought him the ticket, and told him that there will be a limo to pick him up from the airport in Canada that would drive him to the base of Mt. BIG, the name of the single mountain season three of SSX would take place on.
Before he could walk over and ask when his flight would be available to board, JP heard an announcement, "Flight 177 is now boarding. Customers, please come with your tickets and luggage ready."
"Finally!!" a huge crowd of people from various parts of the airport exclaimed in unison. JP laughed to himself, but couldn't help thinking whether he was late or not.
JP grabbed his luggage and dragged them as he half-walked, half-ran to the terminal where his flight would take place. Somehow, he was the first one there.
"There isn't a single large luggage compartment on the plane because of its small size," the announcer lady started to explain, "so you will have to place your luggage in the overhead storage compartments. Don't worry about your luggage not fitting. These compartments are gigantic and everything will fit."
"Ticket please?" the ticket lady asked as she smiled at JP. JP gave a small smile back and handed her his ticket. She gave him back his stub and allowed him to board the plane, dragging his heavy luggage behind him.
As JP entered the plane, he noticed that it was super clean, spacious, and cold because of the air conditioning, just what he liked in a plane. Looking around, he noticed that there were two seats next to each other in a row, but the distance between the seats in front to the next seats was huge. JP smiled at the thought of a lot of legroom. He chose a seat near the back and started to wonder how all of his luggage is going to fit. After he opened the overhead luggage compartment, JP was in complete shock at how much room was available. One by one, he tossed in his heavy suitcases, backpacks, and duffel bags. He was surprised at the amount of room left over for the second person, if there was going to be one. At times, JP was lucky enough to have two whole seats to himself due to the lack of many customers. He quickly searched through one of his backpacks, pulled out an extra thick car magazine, and closed the compartment door.
JP picked the window seat, and sat down, amazed at how comfortable the airplane seats are. He could have fallen asleep right there in his cozy seat. But he chose not to, and instead, started to read through his car magazine. He heard the other customers begin boarding and throwing their luggage into the compartments. JP was satisfied that he had already accomplished this and was now enjoying himself in the convenient airplane.
As he was reading an article about why Ferraris are the most beautiful and fastest cars ever made, he noticed that a few people were talking a lot near the front of the airship. Many of the other customers had packed away their luggage and settled down in silence. JP was particularly aware of these people talking because those voices were the loudest, and only, sounds on the plane.
JP looked up from his magazine and saw that a young boy with a ton of luggage at the entrance of the plane was talking loudly to people outside of the plane in a mixture of English and Italian. The boy didn't seem very old, easily around his 'teens. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with black sleeves and black snowboard pants with blue stripes along the sides. But the peculiar thing about this boy that JP noticed was his hair. The boy had dark black hair, in which he had spiked. In between some of his spikes rested a pair of black and blue shades. He had nearly the identical hairstyle as JP! JP looked more closely and noticed that the tips of his hair were all dyed blue.
"I wonder what his favorite color could be," JP muttered as the boy started finishing his good-byes, waved, and dragged his luggage looking for an available seat.
Once JP got to the good part of his article, he had noticed someone opening the overhead compartment over his seat. JP looked up and saw the blue spiky-haired boy throwing his luggage effortlessly into the compartment. JP was disappointed that someone had to sit next to him, and out of all people it was the blue-haired kid that had copied off his hairstyle. JP also wondered if everything would manage to fit. Once the boy had thrown everything up there, he had an expression on his face that looked like he was missing something. He then stood on the chair next to JP as he started rummaging through all of the luggage in the compartment, making a huge cacophony then was heard throughout the entire airplane, and maybe even the airport right next door. JP was getting really annoyed, but his anger faded away as he saw the boy slam the compartment door shut and fell down into the seat next to JP with a snowboarding magazine and his CD player in his hands and his headphones around his neck. Before long, the boy had gotten himself comfortable, listening to his CD player with his headphones on and reading his magazine while he propped up his feet on the seat in front of him.
By the time that the boy had finally settled in, the pilot had decided to start to fly the plane. JP snapped on his seatbelt, and was about to tell the boy to do the same until he noticed he already had it on.
"I'm glad someone got himself comfortable and ready as soon as he could," JP muttered. He heard someone snickering, probably at his comment, from the seat in front of him. JP ignored him and once again directed his focus to his magazine as the plane flew higher and higher.
After awhile, JP grew bored with his magazine so he decided to look out of his window. However, the site wasn't as amazing as he thought it would be because they were flying over the ocean. The endless blue started to make JP sleepy. He was almost about to fall asleep when he heard the boy next to him start to snore loudly, which had completely awaken JP and destroyed any ounce of sleep in his body.
Frustrated, JP rolled up his magazine and smacked the boy in the face with it.
"Ow!" the boy yelled. "Huh? What's going on?" Then he noticed the rolled up magazine in JP's hand. "So, you thought it was a good idea to smack someone you don't even know in the face, yeah?" he said angrily as he took off his headphones.
"Hey, it's not my fault you were snoring," JP shot back. Now, the idea of smacking him to shut him up didn't seem like such a good one anymore.
"You could have waken me up in a less violent way," the boy said. "Hey, what's with the shades?" he asked, noticing JP's shades on as the same way as his.
"Hey, you were the one that copied off of me," JP said. But before he could say anything else, the boy snatched the sunglasses from JP's head.
"Hey," JP started.
"You got pretty cool shades there," the boy said. "They're kind of like mine." The boy took his shades off to examine the both of the pairs together. "Yeah, same company."
"Can I have them back now?" JP asked with an annoyed tone in his voice.
"Sure," the boy said as he handed them back. "Yours are nicer, but I like my better. They're not all black and silver."
JP nodded as he placed them back on his head.
"Hey, you're like my clone," the boy said. "Same hairstyles, same shades, what next?"
JP just shook his head, and returned his gaze out the window.
"So, what bring you to Canada?" the boy asked, clearly trying to make small talk. "Oh, by the way, my name is Tony," he said as he offered his hand for a handshake.
"JP," JP said as he shook Tony's hand. "I'm going to go snowboarding on some mountains at Canada."
"Me too," Tony said. "If you couldn't tell, I'm a big snowboarding fan. It's fun to finally board with some of the professionals. I hated that they stuck me in the amateur league just because I was so young. Now I'm 17 so they had to let me go."
"Are you really that good?" JP asked with rising interest.
"Hopefully," Tony said quietly. Then he yawned and said, "Well, I'm going back to sleep 'cause I really need it. Try not to wake me up."
JP nodded and before long, Tony fell fast asleep. "He won't last one day if he keeps sleeping like this," JP muttered to himself. And before long, he fell asleep as well as the plane took the both of them closer and closer to Canada.