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[Lady Pelvic]

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[BWO Alptraum aller Vaeter]

Zen tips her head to the side curiously as she gazes out across the flashy streets of Benten-cho. She had run away from home to live in this exciting colorful district for simple reasons- the parties never ended, and she could find all kinds of trouble to get into. It was the perfect place for her, aside from her other favorite district, Shibuya-cho.
As Zen finished securing her blades a smile blazed across her lips, forcing her to giggle with anticipation at her next big fun. She stood from the wooden bench she had been using and stretched out her limbs. It's time to start this party... she thought with the same crooked smile spread on her face. She bit her lip, looking around at the busy people, wondering who would alert the authorities first. Even they can't ruin my fun!
She gave a last look around before dashing off into the crowded alleys. Zen gave a chorus of laughter as she slid between and around the people, who all yelled slurred assaults at her, threatening her with spiteful bitterness. The most unsuspecting of persons she dashed through gave squeals of shock and rage. None of this affected her.
Where to start...She glanced around quickly, her small body sliding and bouncing through the raving streets. Zen began to weave herself through thinner and thinner throngs of people, nearing quieter regions of the district. She pulled out a can of paint from an attachment on her shimmering skates, giving it rapid shakes, while nearing a wall of her choice.
She slammed to a stop, digging the grind bars of her skates into the hard cement, shooting up a flare of sparks. Looks nice...The grin only grew across her face as she began to paint the wall with her own logo: A purple delta with the chibi animation face of a winking puma in the center.
Beautiful...She awed at her creation as she finished. And as soon as I find more for my gang, the rest of these streets will be even prettier.

[Lady Pelvic]

◈ ♦ ◊ ◇ ◆______Ҏ я ii N c є Øf. . . ______ ◆ ◇ ◊ ♦ ◈

The screeching of the swings could be heard from anyone passing by, other then the school kids racing. Prince moved his dolls arms up and down, attemtping to give it some life. Prince parted his chapped lips to talk for the doll, but the sound that was hear was not from him but from other people down the road. They were yelling and threatening someone off in the distance. It must of been one of those 'rudies' as they were called. Those who attended Tokyo U called them street rats, because that's exactly what they were. Rats. They only created chaos, and no good ever came out of them. But it was time for Royal Gossip to fight back. . . . as soon as Prince discovered the rest of his crew. For a leader, Prince was very unprepared. Wasn't a great skater, didn't understand street rat 'lingo', barley knew of DJ Professor K, and any of the other gangs that he'd face.

Bolting from the crowd was a girl on skates, short hair, and a tacky dress. That's who was getting bitched at. Prince stared at her for a moment and examined, she skated like a pro, and her quick stop was pretty amazing. If Prince were to attempt something like that he'd fall flat on his beautiful face. " Do you think she's a gang leader Prince Jr? " he asked his mini-me. Once she came to a screeching halt she immedetly painted a wall. That wall. That wall was the other side of his school! This is what the Gossip Royality stood up for! Their school. But for Prince it was much more personal. Prince took a deep breath. He never actually attempted a conversation with a street rat. Prince was anything but the fighter type. But he could talk s**t like a sailor. Prince rushed over to the tacky girl holding his doll tightly.

" Hey street rat! Knock it off! Who do you think you are? Spraying our school?! " Well, there was no going back now. Prince pushed his tiara up, and rested one arm on his hip and swayed his body to the right, taking a diva stance. " You best clean that horrible peice of junk you call art, up. Go home to the slumbs which is where you belong and go draw you're five year old looking picture there. " Prince didn't respect how these street rats thought the world was their playground. " Your graftti looks just as bad as your outfit, hunny. " he commented with three ghetto snaps. If it was one thing Prince knew about, it was fashion. Something that this or any street rat knew nothing about.

♥.X.♥.X HëllØ ļιŧŧë βØŸ§ ļιŧŧë τØŸ§.

[BWO Alptraum aller Vaeter]

Zen turned her head quickly to the boy who had challenged her. She tipped her head curiously at his words, staring him up and down for a quick moment of uncertainty. "Hi there!" she chirped in her small voice. As she gracefully lowered her paint can back into the slot it fit in across her skate, she let out a quick, bubbly giggle. "You don't like my pictures? Na, I don't blame you, I never was much into art." Zen twisted around to look at the boy further. "Hey your pretty cute! I haven't ever seen anyone take care of themselves so well!" As she twirled small circles around him, her smile turned into a dark twisted grin. "Maybe I'm not 'pretty' like you, but I could for sure beat you in any race... You sure don't look like much, have a lot to learn. I bet I could teach you a trick or two..." Her coy talk fluttered into another giggle. She seemed cheery as she spoke, excitement sizzling from her small body.

[Lady Pelvic]

◈ ♦ ◊ ◇ ◆______Ҏ я ii N c є Øf. . . ______ ◆ ◇ ◊ ♦ ◈

A drop a sweat ran down Prince's cheek. He never talked back to a street rat before, then again he never associated himself with one. Prince got more and more nervous as check him out. What was she doing, examining him? Trying to figure out what gang he was in? Trying to be cute for him? Well, hunny Prince was as gay as they come. When the girl parted her lips Princes grip on the doll tightened all most to the point where it's head was going to pop off. But instead of some bitchy comeback, she said a friendly 'hi there! ' That did take Prince off gaurd. He cocked his head is to why she was being so friendly. Prince basicly just stood there and bitched at how ugly her fashion sense was, as well as her art.

Prince brushed his bangs and adjusted his tiara. " I know I am. I'm ******** gourgeous. Then again anyone is compared to you. The tint of your green gloves dosen't match the green flowers on the top of your blouse. " Prince followed the girl with his eyes as she circled him. Prince stood his ground, hiding any possible sign of nervousness, until she made a sinister grin again. Prince couldn't argue that point. This girl looked like a hardcore skater. Prince would get to a certain speed, then start loosing his balance then it would be over. Not to mention she also had the advantage of location. She probably knew all the rails, stairs, bumps and hidden passages around this place. The only place Prince knew well was his mansion at home and the school.

What did she just say? Teach him? Someone as skilled at talented as her, take the time out of her street rat schedule to teach one of the richest kids in Tokyo-To? Well then. " Hump, nice try? Whats the catch? Want me to be your fashion coach? Money? Jewlery? " Prince knew he had to be extra careful when making deal with the street rats. After all they were rats, scum, lowest of the low. But frankly, for the gang leader he needed to learn a thing or two. Because if the gang leader is weak the whole gang is weak. Not to mention the skating classes Prince was taking weren't very effective. Who could possibly teach skating on the streets better then a street rat themselfs? " Well? Name your price, street rat. "

♥.X.♥.X HëllØ ļιŧŧë βØŸ§ ļιŧŧë τØŸ§.

[BWO Alptraum aller Vaeter]

Zenae stopped her circling, stopping her self neatly in front of him. She listened to him speak with an amused state of mind. The doll he held in his tight grip appeared close to it's breaking point, she noticed with a slight glance. She had no intention of offending him, though she did spray a thick splatter of her own brand of art, something that would piss off anyone of opposing territories. His remarks to her fashion didn't even phase her. She never did care what others thought of her appearance, so long as she was draped in arrays of her favorite flashy colors.

"You want me to name a price? Na, na... I'm not as greedy as I look, silly boy." she piped as she smiled calmly. She eyed him again, noticing his stress at her being there. "Though, you do seem you need some help... But I don't think you'd want to deal with me any longer." She rocked side to side, sliding her skates rythmatically as she thought through her words. "Besides, what kind of pretty boy would want to learn from a no-good Rudie like me? I'm sure if you were seen around the likes of me, your reputation would be moot." Swinging her hand down in a sweeping motion across her body as she spoke, Zen emphasized her shabby look in his comparison. She placed her hands at her hips quizzically, her bubbly smile still clear upon her face. "No. I won't name any price. Even if you did want help from me, I'm sure the risk of being seen or caught is enough to make your pretty little head roll. Asking anymore from you would be too much... Although... Sometimes a little more freedom would be nice." She nodded quietly as she finished, being respectful towards him.

[Lady Pelvic]

◈ ♦ ◊ ◇ ◆______Ҏ я ii N c є Øf. . . ______ ◆ ◇ ◊ ♦ ◈

It felt like one of those typical scene's where the villian circled the lone hero to create some sort of dramatic effect. The more talking he did was the street rat he more comfortable he became, but still on his gaurd though. He always remembered that the street rats had no sense of right and wrong. This girl held her temper well, she wasn't even insulting back, instead she would reply with evil grins and a bubbly voice. Truthfully, Prince didn't want to deal with this girl any longer, as long as she back off the walls of Tokyo-to. But of course, he did need a skater from the streets to teach him all about the rules, the gangs, and most importantly how to skate like a pro. Prince thought she was trying to play it cool, trying to act all cool and not come off greedy. If it anything a street rat needed it was money. To live, to buy food, clothes, and other materialist possessions. " I want to learn how to skate as good as 'rudie' -whatever that is- and what would be better if I learned from a Rudie themself? Don't worry about my reputation, just worry about yours. ", Prince warned.

Prince had something called money, which most Rudies didn't understand. Money talks. Money tells kids to forget what they saw or look the other way. Oh the joys of being a rich kid. Prince cocked his head. Freedom? " You have PLENTY of freedom. You kids skate from dawn until dusk, creating trouble, what more freedom could you possibly want? " Prince held his doll close to his chest, hugging it, shooting a girl a rude glare. " Anyways, I couldn't possible provide freedom for you. And even if I could, I wouldn't. You kids are a wreak already. Any more freedom and buildings would be caught on fire. " Was this really the best way to go? Weal'n and deal'n with a street rat? Sure money could tell others to look away, but Prince couldn't help but seeing himself stoop down a level if he accepted help from the girl. He was usually on the top five greatest students who attented Tokyo University. He was popular, smart, rich, never mingled with the commoners. He was above everyone else, beautiful, cunning, someone like that should never have to ask help from a street rat. But desprate times call for desprate measures.

He wasn't doing this for the school like everyone thought he was, but for his inner rebellion against his father, and fiance. He would be a high fashion drag queen and everyone would love him for it! " Name something other then freedom. Something tangible. "

♥.X.♥.X HëllØ ļιŧŧë βØŸ§ ļιŧŧë τØŸ§.

[Mort Faux]

[-+-] Keys [-+-]

"I can't believe they just leave this scaffolding up when they're done for the day." Sevberal floors up on the side of Tokyo-U, Key's hangs upside-down from the hanging scaffolds used by the janitors to clean the windows; the staff having left several hours earlier. Having hung her bandoleer of spray cans on the bar next to her, she continues to work, humming happily as she paints intricate Celtic knotwork, having done the initial gang symbols a floor up. Pausing to look it over, the 12 foot mural spanning several windows across and a floor and a half tall, Keys isn't entirely satisfied, but she is out of green paint, so she straps the empty cans back into the belt and hauls herself up to the dangling platform. Pulling the belt full of strapped in spray cans over her shoulder, Keys sighs as she leans on the bar used as a handrail, looking out through the other buildings next to the university, the girl herself having tagged several of them on the higher floors of each of them. "Well," she says to herself, smiling at the sight of Radical Air's emblems all over the high rises highest, "I think I've covered enough for today. I've got a few new techniques to work out ground-side." Whistling 'Hi-Ho' to herself, she flips the switch on the scaffold, telling it to take her back to the roof of the building.

((Sorry for short intro post; I have to go.))

[Code-Nana]

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