Territorial Pissings

Brandon Mason · Aussie Gent

Territorial Pissings

Crawly · Creepy Crawly

When visiting Boredom Land, a person had to have three things. A cap, something to read, and a pair of really nifty sunglasses.

The cap kept the sun off your head and the wind from doing too much damage to the hair. The reading material explained itself, and nifty sunglasses? They were just cool.

Crawly snagged herself a glorious pair of Hello Kitty sunglasses she found in one of the rooms at the Skate Park. Pretty things, pink, and white and with the extra personal touch of glitter, Crawly was stylin.

People were so nice to. Everyone kept telling her how pretty she looked, and just how positively adorable they were. It made the little snake tingle all the way to her tippy toes.

The day in Boredom Land was nice. Sunny, with a light breeze. The Skate Park was filled as always. With most of the kids out of school, they had the time to kill, and well, the irony. With her cap on her head, and a magazine she found in Harley's room (lots of people in chains, weird) she went to watch the nasty boys fall and break bones. If she was lucky they'd be compound fractures and there would be screaming, and blood, and boy oh boy oh boy. FUN!

So far nothing that bad had happened, but then again in Crawly's defense, she did just get there. Not like things ever happened on her command. Or rather, not yet. She was working on that. Sometimes it worked, sometimes...not so much. For now she paused on the edge of the big dippy thing with tags all over the surface, and watched. Shick, shick, shick of the skateboard wheels made her teeth ache, such an annoying sound, it's when they screeched from the wrong kind of traction that's when the sound became music.

Looking around, Crawly stared at a world tinted dark pink, thanks Hello Kitty Sunglasses!, and waited.

"Brandon Mate, and ta!"

The accent pierced through the air like a gong. Crawly's head turned so quickly, be it anyone else they'd have been screaming from the whiplash, but not the child. She stared through the colored lenses at the man as he walked away from the "sk8r b0is" aka. Meals on Wheels, and watched. Not that she expected anyone from home to come looking for her. Mom was dead, Dad was dead, her sisters, also dead, the police might wonder but those kinds of thoughts were just beyond the grasp of the child. If they were looking she didn't care, they could look all they want, she wasn't there anymore, but this man was from Home. Turning around, the child followed him at a distance, scenting the air as she committed his scent to memory. Mommy absolutely HAD to meet that one.

Brandon Mason · Aussie Gent

.:Just as he was leaving his mark in skating history for his incredible trick move on the four wheels of his Element deck, Brandon was secretly being checked out by a girl of the younger set. For some odd reason, he felt as though he were being watched, and his turquoise eyes darted around to find its source. He'd reached his Harley Davidson, and was about to mount it, backpack strapped over his shoulders. Before Brand put on his motorcycle helmet, visor up, he noticed the little girl. She wasn't participating in the skating which was the fun part for him. It was exhilerating to be up so high, almost like Icarus when he flew his wax wings too close to the sun, and went plummeting down to earth.

Brandon's heart still pounded, the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. There would be a bonfire later, he'd heard that was being held at the beach. He wanted to check out the waves before heading there, so it was with a little wave to the girl with the Hello Kitty sunglasses and cap that he keyed his ignition, and leveled the bike for the street with a rev of engine. He didn't know why it unnerved him that the child had been staring so intently at him in exclusion of everything else, as if she were seeking something. But he rationalized that Crawly was a kid, and harmless. Brendan loved children, he hoped to have a few someday with his partner, whoever that might be..

But not anytime soon. His career came first. Everything else came second to that. Soon his retreating form was the only thing seen as he headed out of the skate park atop his Harley Night Train motorcycle. He had some errands to run, then he could relax at the bonfire on the beach.:.

-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 11:23, 2008-07-31

Brandon Mason · Aussie Gent

.: After a few days of rest and relaxation, Brandon woke up early on Tuesday morning to get his skate on at the skate park. It would have been nice if he didn't have to venture out alone, when he had met a fella named Brendan at the first bonfire on the beach that he attended. That in itself was an experience. Some aggro was hell bent on either dragging him down to sublevel with him, or wanted to cheese off Brandon so bad it turned into a brawl between the supermodel and the woman's driver. Being called a poof and a shackle dragger were bad enough, but to be an Aussie and be mistaken for a pommy mick, went beyond his comprehension. Perhaps it was his hair color. Lots of Irish had copper hair, while Brandon's was auburn.

Regardless, the man, Percival earned himself a nick. It was now Fucktard Pervy. Brandon did have a temper to rival an Irish bloke's though, even if he wasn't. Since that first bonfire, he'd gone to a fundraiser for the blue whale, a second bonfire, and a Club called Bliss. He got in on VIP status, but the skate park knew no VIP's. You just had to be good, and look out for foreign objects on the ground. When he arrived he got the rundown from the teenager he met the first day at the park, that there had been many mysterious accidents happening at the skate park.

Glass where there wasn't glass before, skaters falling on easy jumps. Almost as if the place was haunted by a noisy spirit bent on chaos and destruction. One kid had been taken home by ambulance to the hospital from a trick on the stair set where he knocked himself unconscious on the second row when he had good air, and suddenly dropped down and fell face first into the second set of stairs. Rumor had it that the kid, Rusty, had to have two teeth extracted. From his throat. Brandon asked when these events had occurred and it had been anywhere from daylight to night before the park closed. Getting a sinking feeling in his stomach, from overhearing the conversation from Diego and that very unsettling little girl, Crawly at the second bonfire, Brandon stuck to the easy runs, so that IF in the event something should occur he would be able to land without totally devastating his body, and winding up in hospital.

Besides his Element deck had super sensitive wheels. They vibrated on uneven surfaces, like when there was debris on the track. Usually the insulated bearings in the wheels took the shock impact that came with high landings in the half pipe, and full pipe. But if there were broken glass or metal shards on the track, it would be like going through a hellish landmine rather than a skate park meant to ensure the safety of its skaters. Not to watch the X Games bloopers on some kind of telly tuned in by a hellish little girl, and her consort. Really, what went through people's heads these days?

Sticking to the bowl and freestyle area, Brandon came up to his target at a nice speed and almost no angle. With his feet, he popped an ollie, keeping his shoulders even with the board and dragged his deck, making sure he got good air in the bowl. When he was around his top height and just before he started coming down, Brandon stretched out his back foot and twisted his shoulders 90 degrees. This forced his whole body to get his tail onto the board. While he was still spinning, he put all his weight on his back foot to make sure he stayed in a tail slide the whole time in the bowl. Once he leaned too far and wiped out, skinning an elbow. But it didn't stop him from trying the trick once again, and succeeding at it.

The Aussie stayed there playing around until he was wiped out and hungry. He left with a wave of hand, considered cool by the younger set there who wanted to skateboard just like that. Only minus his very human factor, of wiping out on the trick. Brandon took off on his Harley, heading back to Paradise Falls Condos, for a bit of tucker to soothe that hunger and a cool drink. :.

-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 18:21, 2008-08-05

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-- Edited by Brandon Mason at 18:27, 2008-08-05