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Post by icefire on Aug 15, 2011 19:39:42 GMT -5
Yael sighed and shouted up, "Ima meet you guys on the other side of the building. You both know that I know the alleys better then I can climb." He grabbed Both his bike and Koya's, balancing on his and holding the other out on one side of him. Taking off, he navigated in a confusing pattern to the other side of the building, to throw the cops off.
Meanwhile, Koya was beckoning Dima over the rooftops, her herself effortlessly flying over the gap between two buildings where there was a narrow ass alleyway below. When Yael had said that he was meeting them on the other side of the building, she really knew he meant the strip mall. She looked back on the other building, seeing Dima. The jump was nervracking to some, but she was used to freerunning. Well, not freerunning as much as ditching the cops without so much as a clear trail.
That was probably why half the school thinks she murdered Sasha.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 15, 2011 19:45:44 GMT -5
He saw Koya clear the gap easily, and he whistled in appreciation. She had always been just as agile, if not more, than Dima, but he dabbled in the art of free running too. You sure as hell learned to run, dodge, and get the hell away from people if they were going to beat the shit out of you for being 'straight off the boat' and being the 'short foreign boy'. He leapt the gap, landing in a forward roll and running to the next building, which was a bit farther gap.
Dima hated the thought of not making the jump, but that had happened before. Just not on top of a building where he could die if he missed. He ran, and jumped, his foot catching and him landing awkwardly on his back. He swore he heard his board creak, but landing on his back with his board strapped to him just sent him rolling. He laughed hysterically, looking upside down for Koya. The strip mall was on the otherside of this building, so they had made it without the cops getting involved.
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Post by icefire on Aug 15, 2011 19:56:40 GMT -5
Koya dove to the next building, landing on her feet like some kind of a fucking cat. Helping Dima up, she ran fluidly over to the next ledge. The strip malls roof was angled a bit to the right and a lot more down, so she would have to cushion her fall and veer to the right by a bit. Seeing her path, she jumped down and hooked her hand on a jutting metal bar. Without taking a pause, she used the momentum of her jump to swing herself to the top of the Strip mall.
Damn, that last move of grabbing the metal bar after such a fall had twisted her arm awkwardly. Without waiting for Dima, she slid down the gutter on the side of the strip mall like it was some kind of fireman poll. Yael was already waiting at the bottom with both the bikes.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 15, 2011 21:22:50 GMT -5
Dima followed Koya quickly, sliding down the gutter in the same fashion. He landed with his knees bent to absorb the impact, dusting his hands off and glancing around. The strip mall was always the best place to avoid cops because of the crowds, but also one of the worst if they already had your picture because of all the cameras. "So what are you wanting to do now?" He asked his friends, observing his hands. It didn't matter how careful or how much time he spent tagging, he always got his hands messy. Wiping them on his shirt, he looked up for an answer.
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Post by icefire on Aug 15, 2011 21:33:52 GMT -5
Koya smiled widely, as was her usual expression of emotion instead of words, "We should go play our instruments like beasts in Yael's garage."
Yael nodded and laughed, "Yeah! My parents are probably out for dinner tonight, so we can just chill. Maybe even have a few shrooms I managed to get the other day." A huge, dopey grin spread across his face. Koya smirked and nodded, before taking her bike from him, Yael looked at Dima, "Whatcha think bro? Should we all just get our instruments and chill at my house?"
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 15, 2011 21:38:45 GMT -5
"Sure, man." He replied, grinning. Unhooking his skateboard from his bag, he set it on the ground. Dima suddenly got a creepy feeling, the hairs raising on the back of his neck that usually meant he was being watched. He glanced back, narrowing his eyes. There was no one visible, but he still had the feeling that he was being watched.
And with the recent murder, this kinda scared him. His friends were looking at him oddly, so he shook the feeling off, grinning a little. "Let's get out of here." Dima said, skating around the corner. When he cleared the corner, the feeling vanished, and he exhaled in relief.
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Post by icefire on Aug 15, 2011 21:49:53 GMT -5
Yael rode his bike ahead, turning through the alleys. Koya knew them well, but he knew them better. Koya was really more used to traveling by rooftop. It wasn't long before they were back to Dima's house, and he turned around, "Hey Dima, get your bass and meet us at my house, okay?"
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 15, 2011 21:55:20 GMT -5
"Sure." Dima nodded. He soon was in the house, loping up the stairs and stashing his pack in his closet after unstrapping his board. Shutting the door, he turned over to his bed and grabbed his bass guitar, which had been one of the things that had given him solace when he was being bullied. Smiling like a madman, he retrieved the case, and within minutes was skating over to Yael's with his bass strapped to his back. It was a dangerous move for amateurs, but he could pull it off. Plus, Yael's house wasn't that far away from his own.
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Post by icefire on Aug 15, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -5
Yael left Koya at his house, telling her to meet him back there with his guitar. When she got home, her aunt and uncle yelled at her in vietnamese to get something to eat before she left. She huffed at them, "On, on, toi se an mot cai gi do!" (alright, alright I'll go get something to eat before I leave!)
Grabbing a gronola bar and a bag of cereal, she packed it into her backpack like she was going to eat it right now. She'd just snack on it with Yael and Dima or something. Koya grabbed her guitar and put it in a padded case. The case was cloth and thin, having a strap that she could sling around her backpack. Since she lived closer and could just walk, she was usually obligated to bring her smaller amp, but she had stationed one permanently over there.
She ran outside and jumped on her bike with her backpack and guitar slung over her back. It was a quick ride to Yael's house, and she pulled up just as he was opening the garage door and coming out to wait for them.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 16, 2011 21:06:28 GMT -5
Dima skated up the driveway just in time to see Yael come out and Koya arrive. "Hey, guys." He said, propping his board up against the inside garage wall and putting his base on a couch which was there. "You are ready to rock?" He asked. English as his second language still meant he said things oddly, or pronounced things in a different way.
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Post by icefire on Aug 16, 2011 21:16:00 GMT -5
Koya nodded with a huge grin, and Yael smiled as well, "Fuck yea' man, got Koya's amp hooked up for both y'all."
However, Koya had already walked her bike into the garage and accentuated the fact he had stated by plugging her guitar in and letting out a loud strum. Starting to pluck out the notes to "The Man Who Sold The World" by David Bowie, she copied Kurt's raspy voice for the Nirvana's cover, "We passed upon the stairs... Spoken was and where... Although I wasn't there-" She stopped short and growled at her own voice.
Most people said she sounded lovely when she sang, but she hated it, "God I sound horrible!"
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 16, 2011 21:22:39 GMT -5
"You are sounding better than me!" Dima exclaimed, hooking his bass up as well. Before he had moved, his music that he listened to had been a fairly equal mix of Russian artists and American, but now he found himself loving the voices and the tunes of it even more. He began plucking the intro out to 'Dirty Magic' by The Offspring, humming the tune as well as playing it. "In my own simple way...I think she wants me only..she said 'come over right away'....." He trailed off on the singing, imagining the words in his head and simply strumming out the notes.
After a ways into the song, he dropped off, letting his bass hang from the strap that was around his neck. "See? Haha, I'm thinking that I should just be sticking to guitar. You, on the hand of the other, should sing. You have...eh..nice voice?" He said, ending in more of a question. Dima shrugged, he never was one for complimenting people. Koya was like sister to him, and Yael his brother, so he couldn't have them being down.
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Post by icefire on Aug 16, 2011 21:35:02 GMT -5
She snorted, "Yeah that'd get the bitch Thomas out of the band, but I don't know if I have the balls to go up there and sing like he does...." Koya laughed a bit, "Well I know I don't have the BALLS."
Yael walked into the garage, closed the hulking door, and laughed at her comment, he sat down on his stool in front of the drums and looked over at them both, "Well guys, what should we do fist? Indulge in a few sinful drugs or play without them?"
Koya cocked her head to the side, wondering a moment what they should do first. The drugs far from impared her ability to play, they almost gave her more creativity. Probably why she lit a joint up before going out onto stage for a gig, "Drugs." She looked down and strummed her guitar again.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 16, 2011 21:43:18 GMT -5
"Yeah." He said, agreeing. Things like that usually sparked a flame in his creativity instead of dulling it and making him a crazy fucker. Well, he was a crazy fucker already, hahaha. Dima strummed absentmindedly on his guitar, sitting down on a stool that was next to the couch. "Where did you pick them up at?" He asked. In this town, the quality was determined by who you bought from, so this was a legitimate question for the kid to ask.
Dima knew this stuff was illegal, hell, so was vodka. Didn't mean that his parents looked down on it. They were the Russian stereotype; loud, alcoholic, and bitter at times. But his parents were also funny as fuck, loving, and caring. They cared about him, but they didn't care if he indulged in substances, hell it helped him out.
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Post by icefire on Aug 16, 2011 21:54:45 GMT -5
Yael laughed, "It's a long storry actually, and don't worry about being tampered with in any way. Let's just say I know a guy." His voice was sly, "He's fucking awesome, I only had to pay a couple hundred for a fucking bag of ten mushrooms. Glad I know people, that's for sure."
Koya's eyes widened, though it wouldn't be noticeable since they were hidden away by her bangs. Instead, she went slackjawed to express her opinion, "Holy shit, only two hundred for TEN of them? They usually go for that price a PIECE." Yael's knowledge of people ceased to amaze her, he always knew the best people to bargain with for prices. Being a natural born theif in her nature, she could usually pick pocket drugs right from under a dealers nose and not be caught.
Well, she would get caught occasionally, but that just added to her free running skills, especially with the dealers' little mobster's bullets flying past her. She had developed a kind of bad reputation around the city. Koya was often referred to as the the bitch to watch out for, she was sneaky and could solver her little fights without words or action. The sneaky had to be light on their feet and words to survive.
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