Storm Rider
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Post by Clyde Quinn on Nov 9, 2016 23:02:57 GMT -5
Clyde walked down the streets of Tokyo for one of the first times in years, all he could remember was that time when he was finally let out of the tower- and what came afterwards was history. Luckily he was without any classes today- but at the same time he was without his ATs. It had slipped his mind to even bring them with him so he was stuck walking around instead of riding. Sad, he hadn't even ran into any Storm Riders since arriving in Japan. Then again, he knew all the hotspots back in France. The Storm Rider had a bag in his hand for the food that he would eat later while a cup of vanilla coffee sat in his hand warmly. Slurping could be heard now and then as he raised the black lid to meet his lips and get a sip before pulling back as to not scorch his tongue with the hot liquid. Clyde was just trying to explore the town, see the sites, learn where everything was and how was the fastest way to get there. Honestly, right now he wanted to get into some riding- but alas he knew not where to go. Thinking back to the day he was told he could finally leave that accursed tower was bliss- until he realized he didn't know where he was going at all. At one point in time he was just roaming the streets before he was picked up by the police and later handed to a foster care agency. Clyde spent most of those nights sleeping in alleyways, sometimes being able to find a place inside to sleep before later being kicked out. "Hrm... I wonder where i'm going."Truth be told he was pretty much lost- he'd have to have someone give him directions to get back to his own apartment! He knew the address, and nothing more. One hand held the coffee, while on his wrist hanged the bag and in his hand was his phone. Clyde would look up here and again to make sure there wasn't anything he was about to run into but besides that he was out of it. He would text his grandmother in France and see how she was doing, she wasn't responding so it was likely she was probably asleep at this point. Perhaps he should browse the web and see what's new in the world? After all he might as well do something productive. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Storm Rider
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Post by hanzaemon on Nov 11, 2016 18:30:56 GMT -5
 it's like i know but don't it's ambiguous, you and me [attr="class","lilsum"] A man with a tenuous figure walked among the streets of Tokyo, having been given a furlough and vacation from managing the family’s air trek shop in Osaka. Thanks to the man’s younger brother for giving him a day off from such an atrocious ordeal. Working at the shop for the rest of his life was not what Han had in mind however. Anyone who stole a semblance at the figure could tell that he was a handsome being and yet they knew not to approach him due to the attire that he wore and the color of his hair. A startling white v-neck tee shirt clung to his body and over it was a black blazer. In the blazer pocket a white pocket square lay neatly folder in half with only the top third showing. Over the bare skin of his inferior to the torso he wore gey chinos that had not one speck of dirt. At his feet he wore black and white high top vans that extended to the lower shin region. Indeed, it was an outfit that belonged in a skate fashion magazine. The man wore his medium-length artichoke green hair with black highlights in a bun that sat upon the top of his head. On his back sat an onyx-black backpack with a plethora of air trek related stickers covering its surface. Inside the bag there were numerous things; tools, royal purple air treks, several flasks full of liquor, a laptop, cigarettes coupled with a lighter, and a small tin box full of cannabis. Sea-blue optics took the breadth of the street with one sweep, noting that it was overly crowded. Fair lips parted to release a heavy sigh into the air as a thin digit was brought up to the figure’s chin. “ Why is it so damn crowded? This is fucking bullshit, it’s a week day ya dumbasses.” Han said in an uncouth and agitated manner. Certainly in the way the man dressed it would have been thought that this figure eminanted grace but his manner of speaking completely undermined that perception, at least at this point in time. Shaking his head, he would try and elbow his way through the throng of people who now seemed perfectly at home in their natural habitat. So much so that Han had decided on a nickname for them.. Ronin. Managing to come through the ravenous pack of creatures still intact, hair and all, Hanzaemon made for an area that was littered with benches that was not all too far away. Slinking down into a rather uncomfortable bench with a decent armrest he would bring a thin digit to his brow to wipe away excess moisture from trying to make it out alive from the pack of zombies. After resting for several minutes he would get up and continue walking down the street only to find himself on the ground after walking into what seemed to be a brick wall. “ What. The. Fuck.” ϟ Clyde Quinn [attr="class","sumcreds"]♔KOJIHIME [newclass=.lilsum]margin-top:10px;padding:43px;margin-bottom:-40px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lilsum b]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:9.5pt;color:#8b9dc3;[/newclass] [newclass=.lilsum a]font-family:georgia;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu] |
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Storm Rider
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Post by Clyde Quinn on Nov 11, 2016 19:03:36 GMT -5
Clyde walked through the crowds of people that all of a sudden seemed to appear out of nowhere, albeit he was a tad aggravated but managed to not give it too much attention. He kept his coffee close, and his phone even closer. If he spilled his coffee, he'd be pissed- if he dropped his phone? He'd freak out. After weighing his options he decided that the phone was much more important than a five dollar cup of coffee! He searched the Internet to see if there were any cool places that Storm Riders happened to go to. But nope! The aggravation was apparent in his eyes as he seemed to get angry and curse under his breath, "Why did I even come here? Like sheesh, I thought maybe i'd get to do some fun things and I end up being here for a week and nothing interesting has happened..." His eloquent voice left his lips, others seemed to give a few weird looks- probably wondering what he was talking about. All Clyde could do was stare back with a look of annoyance which caused them to look away and act like nothing had just happened. But all of a sudden he saw another person who wasn't looking too happy in the crowd- an odd person who tried to elbow his way through the crowd. Luckily enough Clyde wasn't in his way, otherwise Clyde probably would of tried to elbow back at him. Although he was making a pathway... so Clyde followed the pathway before it closed! Although, this person seemed a tad familiar in the face. The thought racked his brain for a moment as the man finally made it out of the crowd and went whatever direction, Clyde slipped out and thanked the lord. He didn't care about the man, but he looked so oddly familiar that he couldn't help but just want to figure out who the hell that person was. Although, it seemed he was too late after all- the man was no where in sight. Giving it a shrug Clyde went in whatever direction his lost sense of direction took him. Even though Clyde had pretty much gotten over his past he hated it when there was someone he thought he knew but just couldn't put a finger on it. He hadn't done it much while in Japan, so this was the first lead he had. Was he really going to just let it slip through his fingers? To no avail could he find the man, Clyde was lost on the street trying to find the person, corner after corner all he could see was no one that he knew. The disgruntled Clyde searched more and more, thinking about it where he'd seen the person. He had pinpointed it was back in his past before he was taken to France for the Foster Care, but he knew that this person was not in the Tower with the rest of them. He would of recognized them practically immediately if that had been the case. And then it clicked. "That son of a..." With the click of his tongue lights went off in his head, he had met this person after he was given freedom. Clyde tended to roam the streets of Tokyo after he was given freedom, and that would lead to the cops delivering him to the agency. But before that happened he met a good couple people, none of them really stood out. Except for this one asshole who decided to get in a fight with him! And that person was none other than the jackass that-. Someone falling to the ground caught Clyde's attention and stopped his train of thought- and oh was it his lucky day. Clyde walked up to the person and looked down to him with a raised eyebrow, "You good?..."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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