I still don't own JSRF. I don't own my TV either. Isn't that sad? All I own
is the x-box and the controller. Not to mention my soda. I like caffeine!
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Rhyth was pacing back and forth. Gum was drumming her fingers on the table. Clutch was cooling off in the half-pipe. Cube was opening and closing a lighter. Boogie was messing with the DJ stand and playing some pretty mad sounding music. Garam was punching the punching bag, more like ripping it. Jazz was sitting on Pots' dog house, banging her fist on it at unexpected moments. Combo was kicking a wall. Soda was just staring at Pots, who just stared right back, whimpering. Beat was spraying tags everywhere. Chicka was taking her anger out on the pinball machine and was raking up a really high score, while Corn was just banging his head repeatedly on a phone pole. If anyone was screwed, it was defiantly Yo-yo because his pals obviously didn't know what to do to get him back.
"Boogie, turn that off." Combo said very unenthusiastically.
"Alright. That's it." Beat said. "Combo doesn't care that Boogie's playing her music. Lets admit it; we need to get Yo-yo back."
"Beat's right. We can't just wait around for them to put up a ransom. They made the first move. It's time for us to make ours." Cube said. Chicka backed away from the pinball machine.
"Ok then. Who wants to come with me to Pharaoh Park?" she asked. Clutch climbed out of the half-pipe.
"Hmmmm..." he trailed off. "Little chance of success. Suicidal. All in all, a stupid idea. I'll come with ya'."
"Careful, dudes." Corn warned. Chicka nodded.
"I'm not gonna be stupid again. We will be."
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"These guys seriously need to get better tags." Clutch muttered as he sprayed one of his own artistic creations over the Immortal graffiti.
"Do you think they aren't around?" Chicka asked. Clutch shrugged.
"They might be somewhere with Poison Jam." he replied. Chicka shook up a spray can.
"In that case, I'm getting them back for Dogenzanka." she said with a slight grin. The two of them skated around the park, spraying over all the Immortal graffiti and adding a few other tags in random places.
"Yo, Clutch! I'm out of cans!" Chicka yelled over to where Clutch was finishing off a tag of all the GG's, Yo-yo included, next to the word 'Inseparable'.
"I got some left, but we should head back to the Garage." Chicka nodded and skated back to the neon blue rails. Before Clutch could tell her to wait up, he heard an earsplitting scream.
"Let me go, you mummy loving freaks!"
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP! Man, I'll never hear the end of this one from Corn." Clutch muttered as he skated as fast as he could without wasting cans to where Chicka had disappeared. There were the three Immortals, one of them holding Chicka's arms in a grotesque position, making Chicka cringe in pain.
"Drop the chick!" Clutch exclaimed.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?!?!" Chicka shrieked. "It's CHICKA not CHICK!" Clutch ignored her.
"I said to let her go!"
"You want her?" one of the Immortals asked. Clutch nodded.
"We challenge you to a game of Tagger's Tag. If you beat us, we'll let your 'chick' go and tell you where your pal Yo-yo is." Clutch weighed the odds. If he won, then he'd get two important things. If he lost, then the Immortals would get two more GG's in captivity. Three against one. This would be fun.
"Lets get it on."
*At the Garage*
Rhyth had finally abandoned pacing and was now sitting on the couch biting her nails.
"Where are they? They should be back by now!" Boogie exclaimed. Corn, who had taken Rhyth's place pacing, shrugged.
"Maybe K knows something." Jazz suggested. Gum nodded in agreement and turned the radio on.
"DJ Professor K here! I've gotten word of a Tagger's Tag game over in Pharaoh Park, so I'll be giving you the scoop!" the DJ's voice blared through the speakers.
"CRAP! Man, I am so gonna kill them if they get back! They said they wouldn't do anything stupid! The idiots!" Corn yelled.
"What's going on?" Cube asked, coming up the stairs to the second floor.
"We really should send someone over there! Two against three is so not fair!" Rhyth exclaimed. Corn opened him mouth to say something when DJ Professor K's broadcast interrupted them.
"All right, for today's game we have Clutch versus the three Immortals! You know what, instead of just having me tell you what's going on, I'll just switch you to Chicka! What's the scoop, girl?"
"WHAT?!?!? Ooooooh K, you're gonna get it when I find you!" a new voice exclaimed. "Now everyone knows I'm a repo! Ah, whatever. Cube knew, so Poison Jam must know. Okay then. I'll give you the scoop since Clutch went to go get more cans. We came here to find out where Yo-yo is and the Immortals weren't here so we decided to spray the heck out of Pharaoh Park. I ran out of spray cans, so we were heading back to the Garage when the Immortals finally decided to show up. So they grabbed me and now they've challenged Clutch to Tagger's Tag so they'll leave me alone and tell us where Yoyo is blah, blah, blah. You get the jest. Now lets get this show on the road."
*With Clutch and Chicka*
Chicka's hands were sweating and she kept nervously switching her cell phone from one ear to the other, her headphones dangling around her neck. Trying not to show her nervousness, she cleared her throat and shook herself from the Immortal's grasp.
"Alright." she said to no one in particular. "Mark, set, go!"
The Immortals took off, Clutch close behind, Chicka right behind him, yelling commentary into the phone. Clutch shook up his spray can and picked up some speed, catching up to one of the Immortals. Giving the rudie a slight push, the Immortal tripped over his own skates and fell vulnerable to the ground. Clutch wasted no time in outlining a spray can with his paint on the Immortal's back.
"Sucka." Clutch spat, turning to chase another Immortal. Clutch skated right behind him, copying his every movement, as he painted another tag on the rudie's back.
Clutch straightened himself and scanned the park for the last Immortal. Clutch groaned as he watched the Immortal jump into the grate below. Clutch hated the grate. Hated being suspended so far off the ground that you couldn't see the street below. The grate was almost as large as the park, lined with blue rails and small pyramids. In the very middle was a large, steep cone shaped pit with only two ways out: climb or grind up a one way rail.
The Immortal was grinding around the pit, making Clutch dizzy from watching. The Immortal was already far ahead of Clutch. He shook up a spray can again, and picked up speed. Then, taking a "shortcut", jumped straight over the pit.
CLANG!
"Little chance of success. Suicidal. All in all, a stupid idea. Yep," Clutch sighed as he stood up again. "That's me." He skated over to the rail, not intending to waste time climbing. The Immortal blocked the way up as he came grinding down, holding a spray can in his hand threateningly. Taking chances once again, Clutch jumped onto the rail, heading right up towards the Immortal. Right when there was bound to be a crash, the Immortal freaked and jumped off, landing in the pit below. Clutch twisted around, grinding back down to his prey.
Two rudies emerged from the pit. Chicka pumped her fist in the air as Clutch gave her a victory V. The Immortal, thoroughly wet in paint, gave her the finger, which she gladly returned with two of her own.
*At the Garage*
"Alright Clutch! You go man!" K's voice came back on over the radio, shutting the connection to Chicka's cell with a click. Corn sighed in relief as all the GG's jumped up, even Cube. Rhyth jumped onto Corn's back, cheering the loudest.
"Corn, they did it!" she giggled. Corn's face reddened in embarrassment as Combo just stared as Rhyth tried to edge herself higher on Corn's back. Once she had pulled herself onto his shoulders, Combo burst out laughing.
"What?" Corn asked, trying to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at Rhyth waving her arms around like an idiot from atop Corn's shoulders.
"Nothing, man." Combo replied, chuckling a bit.
"Maybe I should try that, if you think it's so funny." Jazz said, realizing Corn's ever reddening face.
"Wait, wait! Hold up there!" Combo yelped as Jazz attempted to jump onto Combo's back. With much grunting and groaning, she managed to pull herself onto his shoulders.
"Can you get off, please?" Combo asked, staring up at Jazz.
"Point well taken." Jazz replied, climbing down.
Needles to say, the fact that Rhyth remained on Corn's shoulders wasn't brought up again.
A few minutes later, Clutch and Chicka arrived, telling them that Yoyo was in the sewers. Just as the group was about to head to Rokkaku-dai Heights when the radio blared again.
"This just in!" K's voice interrupted the middle of a song. "I hear the Immortals got to Poison Jam before Clutch and Chicka could get to the other GG's. All of the gangs are headed straight for the Garage with spray cans in hand. Man, if the GG's don't get out, there's gonna be one heck of a showdown."
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Rhyth was pacing back and forth. Gum was drumming her fingers on the table. Clutch was cooling off in the half-pipe. Cube was opening and closing a lighter. Boogie was messing with the DJ stand and playing some pretty mad sounding music. Garam was punching the punching bag, more like ripping it. Jazz was sitting on Pots' dog house, banging her fist on it at unexpected moments. Combo was kicking a wall. Soda was just staring at Pots, who just stared right back, whimpering. Beat was spraying tags everywhere. Chicka was taking her anger out on the pinball machine and was raking up a really high score, while Corn was just banging his head repeatedly on a phone pole. If anyone was screwed, it was defiantly Yo-yo because his pals obviously didn't know what to do to get him back.
"Boogie, turn that off." Combo said very unenthusiastically.
"Alright. That's it." Beat said. "Combo doesn't care that Boogie's playing her music. Lets admit it; we need to get Yo-yo back."
"Beat's right. We can't just wait around for them to put up a ransom. They made the first move. It's time for us to make ours." Cube said. Chicka backed away from the pinball machine.
"Ok then. Who wants to come with me to Pharaoh Park?" she asked. Clutch climbed out of the half-pipe.
"Hmmmm..." he trailed off. "Little chance of success. Suicidal. All in all, a stupid idea. I'll come with ya'."
"Careful, dudes." Corn warned. Chicka nodded.
"I'm not gonna be stupid again. We will be."
***
"These guys seriously need to get better tags." Clutch muttered as he sprayed one of his own artistic creations over the Immortal graffiti.
"Do you think they aren't around?" Chicka asked. Clutch shrugged.
"They might be somewhere with Poison Jam." he replied. Chicka shook up a spray can.
"In that case, I'm getting them back for Dogenzanka." she said with a slight grin. The two of them skated around the park, spraying over all the Immortal graffiti and adding a few other tags in random places.
"Yo, Clutch! I'm out of cans!" Chicka yelled over to where Clutch was finishing off a tag of all the GG's, Yo-yo included, next to the word 'Inseparable'.
"I got some left, but we should head back to the Garage." Chicka nodded and skated back to the neon blue rails. Before Clutch could tell her to wait up, he heard an earsplitting scream.
"Let me go, you mummy loving freaks!"
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP! Man, I'll never hear the end of this one from Corn." Clutch muttered as he skated as fast as he could without wasting cans to where Chicka had disappeared. There were the three Immortals, one of them holding Chicka's arms in a grotesque position, making Chicka cringe in pain.
"Drop the chick!" Clutch exclaimed.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?!?!" Chicka shrieked. "It's CHICKA not CHICK!" Clutch ignored her.
"I said to let her go!"
"You want her?" one of the Immortals asked. Clutch nodded.
"We challenge you to a game of Tagger's Tag. If you beat us, we'll let your 'chick' go and tell you where your pal Yo-yo is." Clutch weighed the odds. If he won, then he'd get two important things. If he lost, then the Immortals would get two more GG's in captivity. Three against one. This would be fun.
"Lets get it on."
*At the Garage*
Rhyth had finally abandoned pacing and was now sitting on the couch biting her nails.
"Where are they? They should be back by now!" Boogie exclaimed. Corn, who had taken Rhyth's place pacing, shrugged.
"Maybe K knows something." Jazz suggested. Gum nodded in agreement and turned the radio on.
"DJ Professor K here! I've gotten word of a Tagger's Tag game over in Pharaoh Park, so I'll be giving you the scoop!" the DJ's voice blared through the speakers.
"CRAP! Man, I am so gonna kill them if they get back! They said they wouldn't do anything stupid! The idiots!" Corn yelled.
"What's going on?" Cube asked, coming up the stairs to the second floor.
"We really should send someone over there! Two against three is so not fair!" Rhyth exclaimed. Corn opened him mouth to say something when DJ Professor K's broadcast interrupted them.
"All right, for today's game we have Clutch versus the three Immortals! You know what, instead of just having me tell you what's going on, I'll just switch you to Chicka! What's the scoop, girl?"
"WHAT?!?!? Ooooooh K, you're gonna get it when I find you!" a new voice exclaimed. "Now everyone knows I'm a repo! Ah, whatever. Cube knew, so Poison Jam must know. Okay then. I'll give you the scoop since Clutch went to go get more cans. We came here to find out where Yo-yo is and the Immortals weren't here so we decided to spray the heck out of Pharaoh Park. I ran out of spray cans, so we were heading back to the Garage when the Immortals finally decided to show up. So they grabbed me and now they've challenged Clutch to Tagger's Tag so they'll leave me alone and tell us where Yoyo is blah, blah, blah. You get the jest. Now lets get this show on the road."
*With Clutch and Chicka*
Chicka's hands were sweating and she kept nervously switching her cell phone from one ear to the other, her headphones dangling around her neck. Trying not to show her nervousness, she cleared her throat and shook herself from the Immortal's grasp.
"Alright." she said to no one in particular. "Mark, set, go!"
The Immortals took off, Clutch close behind, Chicka right behind him, yelling commentary into the phone. Clutch shook up his spray can and picked up some speed, catching up to one of the Immortals. Giving the rudie a slight push, the Immortal tripped over his own skates and fell vulnerable to the ground. Clutch wasted no time in outlining a spray can with his paint on the Immortal's back.
"Sucka." Clutch spat, turning to chase another Immortal. Clutch skated right behind him, copying his every movement, as he painted another tag on the rudie's back.
Clutch straightened himself and scanned the park for the last Immortal. Clutch groaned as he watched the Immortal jump into the grate below. Clutch hated the grate. Hated being suspended so far off the ground that you couldn't see the street below. The grate was almost as large as the park, lined with blue rails and small pyramids. In the very middle was a large, steep cone shaped pit with only two ways out: climb or grind up a one way rail.
The Immortal was grinding around the pit, making Clutch dizzy from watching. The Immortal was already far ahead of Clutch. He shook up a spray can again, and picked up speed. Then, taking a "shortcut", jumped straight over the pit.
CLANG!
"Little chance of success. Suicidal. All in all, a stupid idea. Yep," Clutch sighed as he stood up again. "That's me." He skated over to the rail, not intending to waste time climbing. The Immortal blocked the way up as he came grinding down, holding a spray can in his hand threateningly. Taking chances once again, Clutch jumped onto the rail, heading right up towards the Immortal. Right when there was bound to be a crash, the Immortal freaked and jumped off, landing in the pit below. Clutch twisted around, grinding back down to his prey.
Two rudies emerged from the pit. Chicka pumped her fist in the air as Clutch gave her a victory V. The Immortal, thoroughly wet in paint, gave her the finger, which she gladly returned with two of her own.
*At the Garage*
"Alright Clutch! You go man!" K's voice came back on over the radio, shutting the connection to Chicka's cell with a click. Corn sighed in relief as all the GG's jumped up, even Cube. Rhyth jumped onto Corn's back, cheering the loudest.
"Corn, they did it!" she giggled. Corn's face reddened in embarrassment as Combo just stared as Rhyth tried to edge herself higher on Corn's back. Once she had pulled herself onto his shoulders, Combo burst out laughing.
"What?" Corn asked, trying to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at Rhyth waving her arms around like an idiot from atop Corn's shoulders.
"Nothing, man." Combo replied, chuckling a bit.
"Maybe I should try that, if you think it's so funny." Jazz said, realizing Corn's ever reddening face.
"Wait, wait! Hold up there!" Combo yelped as Jazz attempted to jump onto Combo's back. With much grunting and groaning, she managed to pull herself onto his shoulders.
"Can you get off, please?" Combo asked, staring up at Jazz.
"Point well taken." Jazz replied, climbing down.
Needles to say, the fact that Rhyth remained on Corn's shoulders wasn't brought up again.
A few minutes later, Clutch and Chicka arrived, telling them that Yoyo was in the sewers. Just as the group was about to head to Rokkaku-dai Heights when the radio blared again.
"This just in!" K's voice interrupted the middle of a song. "I hear the Immortals got to Poison Jam before Clutch and Chicka could get to the other GG's. All of the gangs are headed straight for the Garage with spray cans in hand. Man, if the GG's don't get out, there's gonna be one heck of a showdown."
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I haven't updated in awhile. Hope you liked! You know what I like?
REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!