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Post by Jules on Jun 16, 2007 13:03:58 GMT -5
"Summer's just about over," Kilala mumbled to herself. "Not that it matters all that much. I'll still go in the winter. There's no one around who will stop me." She stood stoic still, clad in her skater outfit, the tight fabric hugging her lanky form. Every inch of her, up to the top of her neck was covered by the pink and black material. On one wrist, her bright orange id bracelet was hanging loosely and visibly for all to see. On the other, her life line, the bracelet that would protect her should she be thrown from the board.
Occasionally, if few people were around, the youth would not bother wearing it. Getting in trouble was never much of a worry for her.As she stood watching others disappear into the distance she recalled with regret. The only big trouble of the moment was not having someone to race. Ah well. I got here a few minutes too late. My usual opponent is at the front of that pack.
Kilala leaned against her newly built hoverboard. It was time for the first test ride of the contraption. She was proud to call it her best work ever, after her mother ran over the old one when she'd stormed out after yet another attempt to change the girl. The corner of Kilala's mouth twinged at the recollection of the woman who'd dared to make her something she was so obviously not.
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Post by [broken.♥.coda]™ on Jun 16, 2007 19:53:33 GMT -5
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Post by Jules on Jun 17, 2007 9:47:34 GMT -5
Kilala smiled into the wind, her eyes closed. She never smiled at a person, not where they could see her. At least, not happily. Her ears perked up a little as she heard someone approaching. She turned her head and saw the girl. No way am I asking a child to race. That would be cruel, esspecially with a board like that. It's in no condition for riding.
The youth gazed at the little girl, as if contemplating something. Then her eyes seemed to dart around, making sure they were alone. Lucky, they were. Who's she gonna tell? My reputation can take it. She probably doesn't even know who I am. An elementary student. Kilala squatted down infront of the girl so their eyes were level. "You can't ride a board like this. It's too beat up. How many times have you crashed it? I can fix it up for you. If you want?" She held out her hand to the girl if she wanted to give over the board. Her other hand grasped her own board tightly.
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Post by [broken.♥.coda]™ on Jun 20, 2007 11:50:34 GMT -5
[/color] "You can't ride a board like this; it's too beat up. How many times have you crashed it? I can fix it up for you if you want."
Mirany just stared at the girl. She was holding her hand out to her, and Mirany assumed she meant for her to give her her hoverboard to fix up. "Um..." the ghost of storms and ice started to say, nervous for some reason. "Th-thank you," and she proceeded to place her hoverboard in the older girl's hand. "But... I, um... don't exactly know how to ride it..." she stuttered quietly.[/ul][/size]
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Post by Jules on Jun 20, 2007 12:48:24 GMT -5
Kilala put both boards on the grass and looked at them intently. Her own new board was shiny and smooth, where the other was dented and dull. The houkou pulled out her small hammer, one that she kept with her when hoverboarding. It was used to fix up small dents after crashes. The teen had hardly used it in years, but kept it as reassurance.
"If you want, I'll teach you. I'm not busy, and this won't take long to fix," the youth began pounding the board, and bending it into shape. The soft clang of metal was the only noise for a few moments. "These dents aren't too bad. You'll be flying in no time." She returned to hitting the board.
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Post by [broken.♥.coda]™ on Jun 20, 2007 13:28:32 GMT -5
"If you want, I'll teach you. I'm not busy and this won't take long to fix.
Mirany looked up at, and smiled gratefully. "Really?" She was a bit shocked; she wasn't really used to people taking care of her or even noticing her. "Thank you...!"
[/ul][/color] [Sorry it's so short -- I'm braindead xD][/size]
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Post by Jules on Jun 20, 2007 15:44:54 GMT -5
Kilala's bracelet moved up and down in rythym with her arm. Satisfied she took a lighter from her pocket and held it to the craft for a moment in the largest dent, and the last one. The other's had long since been smoothed away to nothing. "It's not a problem," the youth replied. She didn't smile, a serious expression taking its usual lodging on her face. The lighter flicked shut and dropped from her hands to the grass.
The clanging returned as the now searing spot was hot enough to be reshaped. Kilala slid her gloved hand over it, sweat dotting her forehead in the heat of the sun. She rose taking a hairtie to her already back hair and twisting it into a messy bun. "You got shoes with good traction, kid?" Came her question. "It's important. Otherwise you'll fall. These are perfect." She gestured toward her own shoes, with their grooved bottoms that were made specially for gripping the hoverboard.
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Post by [broken.♥.coda]™ on Jul 4, 2007 22:43:34 GMT -5
[/color] "It's not a problem," she replied, dropping the lighter solemnly. And then she continued hammering away, or at least that was the best way Mirany could describe what the youth was doing, seeing as the younger girl had absolutely no knowledge of fixing hoverboards.
"You got shoes with traction, kid? Mirany looked up at her question, slightly confused... well, actually, extremely confused. As far as she was aware, she had no idea what traction was. The teen must have seen her befuddlement, because she continued.
"It's important; otherwise, you'll fall." She pointed to her own shoes, and Mirany looked. "These are perfect."
Mirany glanced down at the bottoms of her own shoes, lifting a foot and turning her head to the side to see them. From what she had seen of the teenager's shoes, the bottoms were grooved, probably to get a good grip on the hoverboard. Her own, however, were just regular sneakers -- slightly grooved, but probably not enough. Still, Mirany wouldn't know, considering she obviously had no knowledge of hoverboarding.[/size][/ul]
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Post by Jules on Jul 14, 2007 10:07:15 GMT -5
Kilala bit her lip thoughtfully, the soes on the younger girl would be dangerous for riding. Was there anyway to fix the shoes? Normally the houkou would have just cut deeper grooves into the shoes, but they weren't hers so that would be vandalism. "How 'bout these? You can't ride withoutthem," the Brynhilduar poited at the metal cuffs on both her wrists.
Still searching for a way around the shoe thing Kilala dug through the contents of her bag. She always had a spare of everything, prepared for whatever was thrown at her. Even an extra pair of shoes incase her own were for whatever reason ruined. Not that it had happened. But sabotage was not a knew thing to her, esspecially with her reputation. The dog glanced up at the girls feet. Maybe with some duck-tape...
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