Description: Sepultura (1993). Disturbed by her recent decline in combat ability, Elle picks a fight with Ichiro and learns a very important lesson: don't try out new things on people you've never met. Elle's attempts to change her tactics fail repeatedly, and she's pounded by the lacrosse player. She gives almost as good as she takes, however.
The high-pitched whine of a sportbike echoes along the buildings of Gedo Street as a sleek white and red '86 Honda CBR750F slows to a stop next to the curb in front of a small restaurant. Even though the cycle is over 20 years old, it seems to be in very good shape. It's a classic, really. Turning off the engine with a click, the bike's rider parks the vehicle and hops off. "Ahh... I've been looking forward to this all day..." the rider remarks to himself as he removes his red and white helmet and unzips his matching leather jacket. Scratching his short gelled hair to try and restore its spikes, the young lacrosse captain named Ichiro Oe adjusts the large knapsack on his back and tucks the helmet under his arm as he turns to enter the building.
Elle hates children.
Birds fly, fish swim.
That's basically the integral level that most students are looking at when they face Elle. To be fair, she starts with a preconceived notion that most teenagers are massive, revolting wastes of genetic material for a wide variety of reasons too complex to get into here, but she does give every one she battles a decent shot at redeeming themselves in her eyes. Not that anyone particularly cares what she thinks.
Although maybe if they did, they wouldn't constantly be embroiled in the endless cycle of Drama! and angst that teens tend to go through. Elle's good at causing it, though. Having smashed her way systematically through schoolgirls like some kind of insane reaper attempting to cull the little girls in their prime, Elle's have lesser successes with the male students.
She usually manages to win on sheer cussedness alone, however.
Elle is also an opportunist. Though she rakes in several hundred thousand dollars a month just doing her job as a mercenary and even more with her 'business' of running the mercenary organization Blackjack, she's never once passed up an opportunity to rob, cheat, or steal her way into more cash and goods. So when Ichiro steps away from the bike, Elle sees her opportunity.
Stepping out nowhere, it would seem, Elle's wearing black leather pants and heavy cycling boots. Sunglasses adorn her face, and a heavy biker jacket across her shoulders are barely zipped up over a red t-shirt. Fingerless gloves complete the ensemble, along with the odd gold chain wrapped around her neck and the metal guitar strapped to her back.
"Nice moped," she says to the tall boy, although she seems almost as impressive just on chutzpah alone. "I think I'll take it." With that, she passes him, approaching the boy's bike... just to see how he'll react.
COMBATSYS: Elle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro has joined the fight here.
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Elle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
Quirking an eyebrow as the strange biker girl addresses him; a slight smirk rises to Ichiro's lips. "Oh yeah?" he asks, his cool tenor voice sounding slightly amused as he turns to get a good look at the woman. "In that case, be careful, it doesn't always want to go into third gear. I've been meaning to get that checked out," he advises as he scratches the back of his head casually with his left hand. As he turns his back to the stranger and takes two steps toward the restaurant, a short metal pole of some sort can be seen tucked in between his knapsack and his back.
"Oh," he says suddenly, halting in his tracks as he looks over his shoulder at the woman. "You'll need these," he adds, dangling the keys to the cycle in the air next to his head. Chuckling softly at an unspoken joke, the confident young man quickly tosses the keys straight up into the air and pulls the metal shaft from behind his backpack. "Catch!" he shouts with an eager grin as he spins and scoops the keys out of the air with his lacrosse stick, more formally known as a 'crosse', and fires them straight at Elle's head.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Elle with Thrown Object.
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Elle 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
Elle's not fast. As the keys come in, she's swift enough to catch the boy's grinning face, and then keys crash into her glasses, shattering them. The attack hurts, but it's not the be-all and end all of the world by any means. As the plastic bits sprinkle down, they reveal dull, lifeless brown eyes, pupils dilated so wide they look like bullet holes.
Yup. This is exactly why she hates kids. Cocky. Headstrong. Think that they own the world.
Elle, however, is none of those things. Despite the 'light' attack, she retaliates immediately, her body shifting as she spins around with a crack of thunder that seems to come from nowhere. The woman raises her hand, and sets off a pulse from her palm. The nearly invisible wave of force hurls outward in a shimmering burst, the sharp, powerful sound of a guitar power chord ringing through the air. If the attack hits? The noise will rampage through the kid's ears, ripping away with horrible abandon.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Ichiro with Metal Health.
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Elle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Ichiro
Smiling coolly as the keys tag the woman in the face and shatter her glasses, Ichiro shrugs off his backpack and pulls out a lacrosse ball, a white solid rubber ball that's a little smaller than a baseball. Giving the ball a casual bounce on the sidewalk, Ichiro catches it smoothly in the pocket of his crosse, which he sets on his shoulder. "Here's your chance to get lost, lad-" Ichiro begins to inform Elle but hesitates as her spin is accompanied by a loud thunder strike. "Huh?" he asks no one in particular as a look of confusion crosses his face. His eyes opening widely as the barely noticeable wave bursts outward from the rocker, Ichiro throws up his arms in a feeble attempt to ward off the damage of the strange attack.
"GYAAAAAAAA!" he yells in pain as brutal audio barrage reverbarates in his head painfully, his hands involuntarily clutching at his ears as he doubles over. "Whoah..." he mutters with a touch of respect as the sharp pain quickly subsides. Glancing down at his knapsack, and deciding that he probably doesn't have enough time to don the shoulder pads and hockey-style helmet within, Ichiro decides to improvise and quickly jams the motorcycle helmet on his head instead. "You got style," Ichiro says matter-of-factly as he flips the helmet's visor open. "I respect that." Giving the crosse in his hands a quick spin, the ball in its net suddenly bursts and flames with golden chi. "BOUNCE SHOT!" Ichiro cries out as he turns away from Elle and sends the fiery ball rocketing at the restaurant wall. The ball slams into the brickwork, chipping masonry off from the impact, and ricochets off straight for Elle's chest, where it will hopefully hit due to the attack's odd trajectory.
COMBATSYS: Elle slows Bounce Shot from Ichiro with High Voltage.
- Power fail! -
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Elle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ichiro
Elle's not out to impress anyone, which is a good thing, because after eating that last shot, she's not going to be making anyone's 'impressive' list any time soon. She raises her hand as her body shifts again as she tracks the trajectory of the incoming shot. While she's got an aim that's dead on, the ensuing lightning blasts isn't enough to take down the incoming ball. As a result, the attack slams squarely into her chest as she's wholly unprepared for the odd angle of the ball.
She doesn't talk. She only looks at the boy with grim resolve. That's enough playing around now. It's time to get a little more focused about this. Training with partners is how you learn new tactics. Battle strangers is a dumb place to try out new maneuvers.
Smiling with self-satisfaction as the ball strikes Elle in the chest, Ichiro quickly whets his lips as he watches the ball, whose flames have already extinguished thanks to the woman's jacket, off of her. Diving to the side as the ball threatens to sail past, Ichiro stretches his lacrosse stick and catches the flying object in the pocket of his crosse mid-dive. Tucking his shoulder, the team captain rolls on the pavement with an "Oof!" and comes up to one knee. That usually feels a lot better with pads on.
"I hope it was worth it," Ichiro says from his crouch, not really bothering to clarify what he's talking about. Ever in motion, the lacrosse player springs out of his crouch and zigzags towards Elle, leaping at the last moment and attempting to deliver a fast, yet brutal knee to her gut before passing her by.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Ichiro's Light Kick!
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Elle 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
And Elle eats the attack. This is going very poorly, and she knows it. The fact is, she's making terrible tactical choices. If she loses, she's got nobody to blame but herself. Grunting with severe effort as the boy slams her in the gut with his kick. Elle nearly crumples to the floor. That was a lot tougher than she though tit would be. Granted, Elle's severely underestimated the boy. Time to switch this into overdrive.
Going back to what she knows works, Elle backs up, and unlimbers the guitar strapped across her back. Her eyes narrow as she knows that if she can't land a decent attack within the next few miliseconds, her goose is practically cooked.
The Guitar slides easily into her hands. The sun gleams on it's reflective metal surface. It's taking a chance. The boy honestly looks like he could take it... but...
With a short grunt, she swings the guitar in a lateral motion, as if the weapon were a battle axe. The mighty metal guitar has felled schoolgirls across the nation of Japan, and hopefully this time it will fell Ichiro just as easily.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro fails to interrupt Breaking the Law from Elle with Cross Check.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
Turning back to look at the aftermath of his knee, Ichiro frowns as mysterious biker babe is still standing. Gripping the haft of his crosse with both hands as Elle unslings that wicked guitar of hers, Ichiro sets his teeth and skids to a halt. Turning a 180, Oe begins to sprint back towards his opponent, the crosse gripped tightly in front of his chest. "Haaaaaa!" Ichiro bellows as he lunges toward Elle even as the axe cleaves towards him. The battlecry is soon cut short, though, as the guitar strikes him full on in the ribs, sparking a biting pain in his side and making it harder for him to draw a full breath. Something might be broken.
The rocker mercenary isn't known for showing a lot of mercy. When her weapon strikes home and makes a satisfying, particularly evil crunching noise, Elle uses the momentum of the blow to leap back. Her short hop is followed by another powerful crack of thunder as her heavy boots scrape across the concrete, throwing up sparks.
As she backs up into a defensive position, the air around her begins to vibrate, and the micro tremors around her suggests some kind of eearthqauke...
But no. Judging from the way Elle is crocuhing and concentrating, she's drawing some kind of energy into her from her surroundings. Power rumbles from the very air into her as she attempts to restore some of her flagging strength... or at least gain enough power to shorten this very punishing battle.
COMBATSYS: Elle gathers her will.
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Elle 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
Backing away from his opponent while he can, Ichiro pokes at his side tenderly and frowns, making a mental note to get that checked out as soon as he can. Then he looks back up at Elle. "Crap," The usually calm and confident teen mutters as the air rumbles around him, causing his back teeth to vibrate uncomfortably. Just Ichiro's luck; the would-be motorcycle thief is right in the center of it all, appearing to be gathering herself for some sort of final assault. "Oh no you don't!" the lacrosse captain warns as his gives the lacrosse ball a quick dribble on the ground. Winding the lacrosse stick up over his head, Ichiro begins to rush toward Elle. "HAAAAAAAA!" he cries out as he throws his weight forward, sliding on one foot as he whips the crosse in front of him, sending the ball rocketing towards the woman at an incredible speed compared to his earlier key toss.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Ichiro's Large Thrown Object.
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Elle 1/-======/=======|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
Elle doesn't seem as perturbed as she should be. Maybe it's because of the fact that, just as the devestatingly powerful ball shoots towards her, she buffers the attack with a powerful burst of 'point defense' lightning. As the speeding sphere slams against her upraised arms, sparks fly off of her body, deadening the impact somewhat. Although Elle's pushed back slightly, she's none worse for wear.
Still on the defensive, Elle's main focus now is to maintain her power levels as she plots out her next maneuver. And in order to do that, Elle's forced to convert some of that raw energy into more vitality. Shunting the chi that boils in her body, she revitalizes herself, the energy pooling inside of her and releiving the pain and fatigue to some extent as she stares, her eyes empty of life.
Elle's going to be making her next move very soon, and when she does, she plans to make it hurt.
COMBATSYS: Elle gains composure.
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Elle 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
His ubiquitous smile gone, Ichiro's mouth is drawn into a tight line as he watches Elle manipulate her chi. Stretching his crosse up above his head to catch the rebounding lacrosse ball lazily, the teenager just shakes his head at his opponent. This is one creepy chick. Gripping his crosse in front of his chest, Ichiro is starting to wonder why he's even in this fight. He was just trying to get some chicken strips for dinner, is that too much to ask? Sighing, the kid springs into motion yet again, zigzaging towards the dull-eyed woman and attempting to deliver another powerful knee to her gut just like the one that worked so well last time.
COMBATSYS: Elle fails to interrupt Light Kick from Ichiro with Black Sabbath.
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Elle 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
And once again, Elle makes another poor choice. As she ramps up her energy levels, Elle's power spikes furiously. Focusing her attention on the incoming attack, she attempts to detonate a massive blast of energy on the man....
And more or less fails. Kicked clean out of her concentration by the swift strike, Elle's sent to the ground this time, and she rolls up to her feet. Clearly, this strategy is not working out for her, which is something that is costing her dearly.
"This is certainly a lot of trouble to go through for a motorcycle," Ichiro remarks over his shoulder after continuing past Elle. Slowing to a stop, the teenager turns and regards the woman. "So what's the real reason that we're fighting?" he asks calmly, a thoughtful expression on his face as he rests his lacrosse stick on his shoulder casually. Awaiting a reply, the lacrosse player turned fighter studies the mysterious woman from the depths of his motorcycle helmet, taking care to ready himself for action should her answer turn out to be more of a physical nature than vocal.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro focuses on his next action.
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Elle 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
It really never was about the bike, and Elle can prove that right now. As the boy focuses on his next move, she jaunts back, and grabs the motorcycle. With considerable strength, she lifts the bike with disturbing ease. Her slim frame seems more than capable of hefting the rather heavy vehicle.
Taking off with a loping gait, she takes one, two, three steps towards the boy in response, and then grits her teeth. The heavy, ungainly projectile is launched towards Ichiro. Right now, her main goal is to bash in the kid's face. The bike would have been nice... but that's just a moot point now.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Large Thrown Object from Elle with Cross Check.
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Elle 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
"Wha...what are you doing?" Ichiro asks with trepidation as Elle approaches his motorcycle and lifts it. "You're crazy!" he yells, his voice cracking a little as she begins to walk towards him, carrying his classic ride. His eyes suddenly blazing with golden energy as he snarls, Ichiro's burning spirit flares brightly. Gripping both ends of his crosse tightly, the teenager bursts into a shockingly fast sprint, his legs almost seeming to blur as he races toward the woman. "Noooo!" he shouts as the bike leaves he hands.
His mouth clamping shut as the cycle flies through the air; Ichiro resigns himself to the fact that his bike will be an unfortunate casualty of this fight. Diving into the air like a missile as the bike nears him, Ichiro crashes headlong into a side of the vehicle, his helmet cracking loudly as it causes the Honda to pinwheel and carom off to the side violently and skid across the pavement. His flight someone slowed, but not yet halted, Ichiro raises the crosse in front of his face and smashes the center of its haft brutally into Elle's throat. Rolling as he hits the ground, Ichiro rises to one knee and grips bottom of the broken helmet, tearing it off of his head and throwing it aside with disgust.
It's important to remember what your skills are. Elle's aren't in interrupting or constantly eating attacks. As tough as she is, Elle's just not built to take this kind of punishment. As Ichiro's attack punches through her assault, Elle's sent reeling. This is has been a very poor showing of her abilites. Poor choices, tactical failures, and just flat out horrible luck has led to what can only be called an embarassment.
Ever since that battle against Reed, her combat abilities have been flagging. Elle's not sure what it is anymore, but she's just not getting any better. It seems her skills have started to hit a wall, and that's honestly concerning the hell out of her.
She grits her teeth, and hunkers down, forcing her body to kill the pain completely, allowing her to keep chugging. Maybe she can last long enough for the kid to make a mistake or an error. So far, that's all she can do.
COMBATSYS: Elle drops her guard to recover.
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Elle 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
There are 4 things that Ichiro loves in life, and Elle just thrashed one of them. The kid doesn't get riled up very often, but Elle has managed to kick him into full gear not 5 minutes after meeting him. That takes skill. His eyes still blazing with his burning spirit, Ichiro spins his crosse in his hands a few times, the ball rolling around in its pocket, skillfully kept in place throughout the action, suddenly flaring to life once more with golden energy. "BULLET SHOT!!!" Ichiro bellows powerfully as he whips the crosse forward again, sending the fiery lacrosse ball rocketing towards Elle's head yet again, only this time it doesn't bounce on any walls to take away it's inertia.
COMBATSYS: Elle blocks Ichiro's Bullet Shot.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
And Elle's gambit finally pays off. With a wince, the ball cracks firmly against upraised arms, bouncing off and rolling away across the floor. The powerised ball nearly forces her to her knees as it pounds enough pain through her defenses to feel it acutely. Nevertheless, Elle walks off with more power than she had before, and that's enough to keep her running just a little while longer.
As the attack subsides, Elle's moving again. The tide may be uneven still, but Elle still has enough wherewithall to strike while she still has the energy about her.
She whirls around again, her body's posture shifting from a crouch to a full out run as the sound of thunder shatters the senses once again. Whirling close to him, she unleashes a devestating blast of sonic chi, the rolling wave smashing towards the boy as it attempts to finish the job on his ears.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro dodges Elle's High Voltage.
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Elle 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
Ducking quickly as Elle spins near him, Ichiro barely ducks the rolling wave of chi as he crouches low between his knees. Single-minded in his course of action now, the kid doesn't even stop to make a quip or retrieve his lacrosse ball, instead, he uses his well-muscled legs and quickly pushes himself straight up into the air, his right had held aloft as he attempts to send a brutal uppercut punch to Elle's jaw, using the lacrosse stick as a fist pack.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Elle with Strong Punch.
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Elle 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Ichiro
It would seem that the longer the fight draws out, the less competent Elle actually is. What chould be an easy duck or dodge ends up a painful punch in the face. The woman's head cracks backwards viciously, but she's still got a few tricks left. Rolling around once again with her hands glowing with feirce power, she once again chooses to detonate the blast of energy at Ichiro.
Hopefully, she'll land a clean hit. She hasn't managed to land a single decent one since her axe attack.
In the meantime, Elle's going to start training a hell of a lot harder from here on out if she even hopes to survive battles with the new crop of kids. A hell of a lot harder.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Elle's Metal Health.
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Elle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Ichiro
Hyaaaaa!" Ichiro kiai's as he throws both arms in front of his face to ward off the attack, his arms blazing with his own golden chi as he attempts to use his own fighting spirit to help lessen the pain of Elle's powerful aural blast, he's already experienced it once, and that was more than enough. His own chi causing enough waveform interference to help deaden the sonic energy to more tolerable levels, Ichiro doesn't cry out and clutch his head this time, though it's still potent enough to give him a splitting headache. That, coupled with his presumably broken ribs makes for a fun time. Flinging his arms back to his sides, Ichiro takes a quick lunge toward Elle and throws an elbow towards her face, hoping to make solid contact with her nose or orbital bone.
COMBATSYS: Elle endures Ichiro's Quick Punch.
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Elle 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Ichiro
It's do or die time.
Elle doesn't have anything left in her except for this, and if he somehow manages to escape it all, then Elle doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell. Nevertheless, she manages one final gasp of energy. Charging in, she takes the hit square, but her momentum doesn't allow her to really be bothered too much by it as she reaches out to grasp the young man by the neck.
Her hands are like steel, and her fingers metal claws of pain as she attempt to dig into his windpipe viciously. Fingernails seek to sink into soft flesh.
If she succeeds in that, she'll fill him up with enough electricity to light him up like a Christmas tree. She won't end there, though. Elle will then try to thrash the boy around like a rag doll, ramming him into every surface she can find, all the while continuing her electrical assault.
COMBATSYS: Elle successfully hits Ichiro with Slayer.
- Power hit! -
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Elle 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Ichiro
Wrapping his own hands around Elle's as she chokes him viciously, Ichiro's eyes begin to bug out of his skull a bit as his body strains for air. But that's not even the worst of it; no then Ichiro is nearly cooked alive by electricity, the zipper and buttons on his leather jacket exploding off of him violently as the volts pump through him. To finish it off, he's slammed into the brick wall, the pavement, and various unsuspecting vending machines that just happen to be by before he's released from her grasp. Gasping for breath as he massages his throat tenderly, Ichiro coughs up smoke and blood while staring at Elle with his cool dark eyes.
"You'll... never kill..." he croaks as his ability to speak slowly returns to him. "...my fighting spirit," he finishes with a gasp. His entire crosse suddenly blazing with golden chi, Ichiro springs to his feet, his legs pumping furiously as presses in on Elle. Lowering his shoulder and sliding on his feet towards the woman, Ichiro attempts to shoulder block her violently. If he is successful with his first attack, the burning lacrosse player will then send two quick knee strikes towards her midsection, which he will follow up with a barrage of blows to her head from his blazing lacrosse stick, all wrapped up with a brutal head butt goodnight.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Elle with SDF Lacrosse.
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Elle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Ichiro
For the grace of God. Elle's finally been beaten by a student. That's not the end of it, though. Having learned a little more about herself, she realizes that this fight could have been over ages ago, had she just made the right choices. Now, however, is the time to compensate for the loss, and attempt to at least land a final good hit on the kid before she's forced to scatter to the wind.
Forced back to what has worked in the past, Elle's hands snap out as she's battered away like a pinata, rolling back. As she falls, her fingers blast a powerful bolt of sound once again, attempting to end the kid with pure force as she's forced to scramble back, using the scraps of conciousness available to attempt a hasty retreat.
A grim day for her... but a victory for kids.
Well. As long as she misses her final hit.
COMBATSYS: Elle can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Elle's Metal Health.
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Raising his arms in front of his face once more as Elle attempts to rape his eardrums yet again, Ichiro flares his chi once final time before sagging down to one knee and clutching his head. "Gyaaah... damn.." he mutters before rising to his feet and watching Elle run off. "Damn, damn, damn." Walking over to his knapsack, Ichiro collects his gear before up righting his beloved motorcycle. Groaning at the damage, Ichiro begins the long walk home, made even longer now that he has to push his sportbike the whole way on an empty stomach. Hopefully the damage is repairable. His father will be disappointed.
Log created on 22:08:00 07/19/2007 by Elle, and last modified on 03:27:16 07/21/2007.