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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:45 am
Irelia was not one to take care of her things. Most items that she had received as gifts or "just because" were strewn about her room, most in various shades of ill repair. If she broke something, she played with something else, and didn't get upset over the state of the old toy.
But Irelia loved her bike, and took care of it better than most took care of their animals. She was outside, washing her bike with nice soap that she was supposed to use on her own body on only special occasions (she considered bike maintenance a special occasion) when she noticed some large and hairy men roaring down the street on their motorcycles. Intrigued, Irelia stood up and watched them go by, the hose in her hand sputtering out water that became a puddle and drenched her feet.
Fifty, sixty men roared past until finally one man, the biggest and burliest of the lot, noticed the staring girl, and slowed his bike down, coming to a rolling stop in front of her.
Now, the area where Asher and Irelia lived wasn't particularly known for being a bad area of town, but it was on the way to the bad area of town, and Irelia had gotten used to the sound of people being shot, as horrible as that was.
The man was in his fifties and smoking the largest, foulest cigar Irelia had ever seen. Throwing it in to the grass below him, he stamped on the stub, and grinned at Irelia, her face reflected in his large mirrored glasses.
"Yo, kid. What'cha lookin at? Never seen the 'Angel's before?"
Irelia shook her head briefly, awed.
"Can I ride with you?" Irelia said shyly, feeling tongue-tied.
The man laughed, and ruffled Irelia's hair.
"Ha ha. When you get old enough for a real hog, we'll talk. See you around, Ares."
And Irelia was left standing in her puddle, dumbfounded.
First of all, the biker man had called her a weird name, and second of all, Irelia had just fallen in love.
Forgetting about the reason why she had turned on the hose, she threw it aside, and hopped on her bicycle.
She didn't have time to wait to grow up!
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:29 am
For Jacoba Darnell, her bicycle had only come after she retrieved one from the dump and promised to look after it more than any child before her had promised to look after a puppy: she removed it to her own secret place (as Beatrix had required it never to come inside the house, ever) and her secret laboratory which included a bunch of beaten-up screwdrivers and set about making it Jace-Safe. This meant being able to have pedals that wouldn't come off the moment she applied pressure, and having the whole thing being able to take her weight, which combined with the legs was nothing to sneeze at.
In the end she had a fairly passable Frankenstein of a mountain bike, which she still couldn't go very fast on because if she pushed the pedals too much they still tried to detach from the framework, with the same thing going for if she tried to stand up in the bike saddle, but she could ride it and it was her own creation and it was kind of a triumph. It was not the prettiest bike, however (she had tried to cover it in skull stickers to make it more attractive) and so she couldn't choke down the momentary shame she felt encountering Irelia in the side-street, as Irelia's bike gleamed so much you could probably comb your hair with it. But then again, Irelia was Irelia.
Frankenbike creaked in dismay as she braked to a halt (generally Jace liked to brake simply by cranking her feet down, which kind of left dents in the pavement) and as she pulled her cap around to see the other girl better. She acknowledged her presence with a flick of her head: then she said, "Nice bike."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:44 am
Harper didnt' like bikes much. They were more restrictive then, say, skateboards or even roller blades... surf boards.. But they did provide speed for much less energy, and although he was never short on energy, going fast was awful fun. So much so that he nearly collided in to the two girls when he came up on them - he'd wondered who knows how far from home (don't freak, he has a cell phone!) and was trying to go the speed of sound. He didn't even notice the brown and red headed chickas until after he'd beautifully crashed sideways in a slide to stop the bike before it was too late and looked up to see what'd happened.
He looked quite unhappy and ready to go blaming all of it on the other two until he realized who they actually were. A quick grin came on his face as he got up. "Jacie! ... Irelia... .. Hi!" He said, while picking up his newly scratched for the thousandth' time silver bike. "Ugh! Seriously! Not cool, I like, almost died!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 9:51 pm
Irelia smiled toothily at her two friends that had joined her. Now things are going to get interesting!
"Hey Jace, Hi Harper. I'm just catching my breath, but want to come with me? We're going to be the terror of the city! The Demons on Wheels! The-" Irelia ran out of things to describe her plight.
"Whatever, you guys get it. When I grow up I'm going to ride a bright Red Harley and name her Marcy and she'll be the most awesome bike ever!!!!"
Irelia patted her own bike softly.
"I'll never forget about you though, Maria."
Irelia talked to her bikes. Lordy lordy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:08 pm
The conversation was slightly messed-up, but Jace could translate the important parts: Demons On Wheels, red Harley called Marcy (Irelia named her bikes?) and general mayhem. Frankenbike suddenly held worlds and worlds of possibility, and the redheaded girl's smirk was widened to accept both Harper and Irelia.
"Like a biker gang?" she said. "With chains and sticks?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:10 pm
"And leather! Don't forget leather!" Irelia piped up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 4:35 pm
(( sorries, i be like. ded! d-e-d, ded! ))
With a clamor Harper had set his bike's chains back in their right place and everything seemed to be back in working order. "As totally badass as riding around with my girlfriend an' a nerdy goat girl sounds, I have to be somewhere." He said, with a smirk, and an imaginary air of importance. He was due for a DND board game at Tas's house, the teen who'd decided to befriend the younger boy in secret whilst simultaneously stalking his hot rock star mother.
"'Sides, Bikers are always like. Fat. And have bad hair. And ugly clothes. And old. And fat." He got on his bike and grinned at the two of them, "I'm sure you two will spend the time talkin' about kittens and how cute ya'think Antony is, anway. Bye, Jacie!" he blew a kiss at Jace and started off, hopefully before there would be any retaliation.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 5:37 pm
"I AM NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Jace bawled after him, and folded her arms to sulk in Irelia's direction. She straightened Frankenbike, patting it almost absently as though to soothe it from Harper's sissying out. "Fine. Who needs him anyway?"
She liked hanging out with Irelia. Irelia was really, really cool-looking. "We could go eat at the food court and send him anonymous letters," she suggested. "And send them to his house. Like. 'This is from a doctor. You have gay rash. From being gay.'"
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:06 pm
Feeling annoyed that someone would even suggest that bikers weren't gods on wheels, Irelia scowled at Harper's retreating back. Turning back to Jace, she was hit with a fit of giggles at Jace's suggestion, bent double over her handle-bars.
"Hahaha, that would be awesome. Or we could go learn to tattoo and write "Antony FOREVER on his arm... But he's probably think that was cool, being gay and all."
Jace seemed to be on the same page as Irelia when it came to bikes, and Irelia was deeply jealous of the monstrosity that Jace called a bicycle.
Awed by the ingenuity of the mechanics, Irelia kicked her bikestand down, and crouched next to Jace's bike.
"Wow, your bike is soo... Well, you! You look like one of those crazy robot people, grafted on to an awesome bike that they show in Japan."
To Irelia, that was a reverant type of compliment.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 5:23 pm
It was a compliment: Jace tried not to glow, and made a manly, apathetic sniff as she pushed down on one of Frankenbike's pedals. "Yeah, I reinforced it with a load of other stuff," she said. "Otherwise it won't carry me. You have a nice bike, though," she added, envy creeping into her voice. "It looks all like.... shiny and sports-channel."
Irelia was obviously cool. "Wanna go get a hamburger and maybe later we can T.P Harper's house?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 5:35 pm
Beaming at the praise, Irelia patted her bike.
"My dad wouldn't get me one, but then I begged and moaned, and threatened to tell the world about his secret love affair, and he finally caved, ha."
Climbing back on to her bike, Irelia stamped the ground with her hooves, sending dust flying.
"Yeah! Dad sent me money for the day, I have..." Irelia pulled the money out of her pockets, followed by some lint, several snail shells and a shiny rock, "7 dollars and 53 cents! I could practically buy TWO hamburgers!"
Snickering, Irelia began to pedal.
"We should just chuck your sister at Harper's house. It would be far more colourful, and much more permanent."
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