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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:32 pm
While it was unarguably far more thrilling to go full throttle on the streets and highways of Destiny City, there were in fact a few places where you not only didn't need to worry about doging civilians, pets, cars and cops. These speed grounds had resultantly become ther gathering point for both racing and showing of all things fast and showy, and today, the steed of choice was largely motorcycles.
Later in the day there would be races on the tack, but at the moment, it was all about showing off and trying to cow the competition, or just show off a nice paint job.
Among a plethora of lightning bolts, chrome skulls, sharks and flames, one bike stood out rather sharply as a result. It wasn't specifically the bright and cheerful red and white... It was the distinctly nostalgic white pin striping and the words 'Radio Flier' emblazoned on the body, with the classic child in a wagon replaced by an equally stylized racer on a motorcycle.
With the shifting bodies, it wasn't exactly easy to guess the owner, but he was probably nearby, and more an a few eyes drifted toward the blond girl as she arrived on the scene, though given WHO she was, likely fewer eyebrows were raised than might have once been.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:46 am
Ellie Spectre had been known amidst the group as a decently young enthusiast. She was also a seasoned enthusiast too, for she had been keeping herself pretty involved with street races for a few years now. Several had seen her bike, but very few understood her choice in the paint job. Many referred to her as the one with the "rainbow bike."
Today, she didn't have the Spectrum with her. She was here to take notes. With her backpack hitched up on her back and a notepad at hand, she began to drift about the vehicles, jotting down notes of what she saw, what she liked, and potential improvements she could add to her own bike. One thing she had learned about the world of motorcycles was that a majority of the enthusiasts went for the same paint jobs. Nothing really made them stand out, since the lightning bolts, the skulls, the sharks, the flames were all common place. Sure, it was nice to be remembered for your skill and speed during races, but it would have been nice to be remembered for the vehicle's appearance too.
When she came upon a red and white Kawasaki Ninja, she couldn't help but pause to take a closer look. It stood out, which in her mind, was a great thing. Having found a subject that was worthy of writing plenty of notes about, the young adult crouched down in front of the vehicle and began to scribble in her notepad.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:52 am
It was his shadow falling on the kawasaki, right before a protective hand did, that announced that the bikes owner wad nearby, and apparently just a bit edgy about a stranger, even one with a reputation, eyeing his machine and taking notes to an unknown end.
"So... What's the story?" He demanded, brushing long bangs back. "what's so amazing that it needs notes? Or are you going to tell me it's for the school paper?"
He was a bit tempted to deliberately underestimate her age and refer to it as a 'high school' paper, but since she was a track record, he dismissed the deliberate underestimstion of her age.
He was another face seen on a regular basis, but the bike was new, and he'd never spoken to her. Not until now anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:15 am
The blonde quirked a brow at the one who stepped forward to claim ownership of the vehicle. Being one to call things as she saw it, the first thing she literally said to the man was "Touchy touchy!" She was grinning as she said it, as if to try and say "calm down fella" without actually saying those specific words.
Being a firm believer in the "proper" introduction, she extended a hand in his direction for a handshake. "Ellie Spectre... and this sh*t ain't fer a paper. Don't think any paper would give a rat's a** 'bout th'good qualities of a Kawasaki Ninja. Oh, by th' way... like th'paint job! Pretty unique an' all!"
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was trying to see if she could remember this guy's name. She had seen him a few times before, but it was more casual glance stuff and never anything so direct as having a conversation. For some reason Falkor was coming to mind, but for some reason she didn't think a giant puppet from some movie was his actual name.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:10 pm
Apparently her memory wasn't that far off, though aside from lacking strings and scales, the other rider was considerably less jolly than the luck dragon his name resembled.
"You're the one with the pride bike." Not probably the association that had been intended when rainbows had been painted on a motorcycle, but apparently Falco's first, if incorrect, assumption. Or maybe he was still taking jabs, whatever that gained him. "Falco." he introduced himself. "Falco Marks. I painted it." He added this with a touch of pride, and the stony glare warmed up just a fractiion from pride.
He seemed to consider saying something, dismissed it and explained. "Old joke... The Radio Flier thing. The rainbow a play on Spectre... Or are you seriously ballzy?" This seemed to have the air of a somewhat backward potential comment, or he seemed to mean it that way at any rate.
The world might have been more enlightened these days, but somehow he couldn't picture an actual 'Pride' bike at... say, a big bike week like Laconia, dripping with Harley ridging muscle men. Then again, he debar, maybe he was just getting older and out of touch with the bike scene than he'd like to admit
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:06 pm
The moment he stated that Ellie had a "pride" bike, she immediately stated in a nearly annoyed manner "It ain't a pride bike." It was one of the things she probably got the most in regards to her vehicle. It was unique, but because it was different, it got labeled as the gay-pride vehicle.
When he gave his name, she couldn't help but laugh, admitting "I almost had yer name right! An' good man! I take it ya do yer upkeep all yerself too, right? That's th'only way t'do it!"
As he mentioned the Radio Flier paint job being a joke, her eyes couldn't help but look the paint job over again, as if trying to figure out what the joke could be. Given perhaps thirty seconds of not being able to figure it out, she shrugged it off and simply stated her assessment of the joke "Dun get it!"
"Well... my bike's name is The Spectrum... an' though I have to admit, I'm a bit ballzy," she paused to grin at her blatant confession, "it ain't got anythin' t'do with anything. I was goin' fer a visual effect when I speed past yer a** on th'road!" Oh how that grin got wider as she made such a cocky little comment.
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