The Search [Event]

The wheels would screech as the jet touched down ans the braking system was employed jarring Aron out of his snooze as the hour and twenty-five minutes flight finally ended. As the crowd waited to spend their cash it seemed Aron was the only onenot talking about the slots after all those gambles held not the prize he had hoped to claim for himself. Course Aron would stay seated until the wave of eager patrons died down in their attempt to get out onto that Las Vegas strip. He was early, after all he had taken a red eye flight from San Francisco to the Las Vegas Mccarran intl. airport. Getting up out of his seat, A-twelve, of the United Airlines CRJ-700 he would pick up his back pack off of the floor causing the parts with in to shift as he slung it onto a shoulder.

As soon as he was in the bustling air port he would head to the nearest bathroom after all with the flight he was making good time, time that would be spent putting his Air Treks back together. Slipping into the handicap stall Aron would release the baby changing station from the wall before slinging his back pack onto it. Opening up his back pack he would remove his tools and the sections of parts he had broken down his A-T's into. With in minutes his Air treks would be functional.

The design was all his A over sized omnidirectional ball wheel in front, standard wheel in back, no laces. The body was black on black and the securing system was built into the air cushion system. Locking the wheels he would sit on the pot and remove his tennis shoes before sliding on his A-T's and pressing the intake button that sucked in air causing it to form fit perfectly.

Standing up He would put his shoes in his bag, repack up his tools and sneak out of the stall before unlocking his wheels as he came to the bathroom entrance. Getting down into a runners stance the omnidirectional wheels would start to rumble and squeal. He knew he was no where near the fastest on A-T's but if he was going to do this he would need to reach his top speed as quickly as possible.

The noise of his Air Trek like a revving of an old American muscle car out on the line. The rev caused those in the Airport to stop and look as Aron's Shadow took over projecting the image of the 1970 Plymouth Road Runner, black like his A-T's, jeans, under shirt, leather jacket, and backpack. As Aron lifted his hands from the ground the peeling wheels of the A-T would lurch him forward causing his shadow to pop a wheel-y as Aron took off.

Compared to other riders he sucked but with his start off he would reach his top speed of sixteen miles an hour in less then a moment, those that heard him approach and saw his shadow froze or jumped the hell out of the way after all who would want to get hit by a car? Still In no time The authorities would be on his tail, he was in the middle of an International Air Port after all. Each movement coming from the hip as he kept his body low, extending through the knee as it bent in extension, and flicking through the ankle and the twist of the foot. This is why he even had the omnidirectional wheel for even through the twist it would be propelling him forward. The back wheel only coming into play as he slid his foot back around causing the front wheel to redirect itself back onto the right course.

The race was on, their would be no doubt that other Riders would be starting their runs as well.

It didn’t take Grim long to hear about this race that’s been going around in the Air Trek world, about the race to the ultimate prize, a prize that’s been loss to the normal man and women of the Air Trek world since the old days, but now here was the chance for them to obtain power, true power to do just about anything they wanted with. Grim unlike the other riders now and days that only caused problems with the SAF, he came tonight for two reason and two reason only one to obtain that power, but not to abuse it, but to achieve his goal since he first laid eyes on a pair of A-T’s and that was to fly! Fly above the rest in the bondless arms of the love all Storm riders called the sky. The other was to test out his skills. He wanted to know where he stood against the rest of the A-T world since he started his training a few months ago, and what better way was there since Paradise was shut down before he got the chance to do so. To Grim he would never get another chance to see what he could really do when his back is really pushed up against the wall. At least one of these riders could give him the challenge Grim craves.

Grim was now pulling up to one of many parking garages top floor in Las Vegas which his quickly grown to know, and love the area since his Team was based out here. Grim parked his Rv, and grabbed his light Gray jacket this time instead of his black one with the Ragnarok sign on the back, because most likely if he did run into anyone out there that was on his team they were going to be going after the same goal as he was, so there was no pulling punches in Grim’s mind. Next to grab was his silver ball mask goggles that he never rode without, and finally his AT’s which wasn’t anything special other thing the top half was black with white checker lines and the bottom white with black lines running through.

Grim paused at the steps of his RV opening the door to let the night air in, as he stripped on the first pair of A-Ts feeling the familiar space being taken up by his feet. Grim’s head turned to the sound of the night life below, and truly wondered if the normal folks knew what was going on outside their world. Wither they did or didn’t Grim thought, their world will forever be changed tonight one way or another after this night. With that thought in mind Grim stood and walked down the steps of his RV and locked the door behind , and after securing his goggles/mask. Grim started off at a brisk pace picking up speed as he went saving his energy for when the real fun started.

The sounds of the rapid spinning wheels echoed throughout the teenager's mind as the plane began to slowly come to a halt. The other passengers on the plane had delivered a variety of banter to one another, and one of the subjects that could have been heard was the big race that Ophelia and Ken had came for. Ken didn't know about Ophelia, but he joined this race for one single reason; to have something to do on a day off. Normally, the Risen King would do nothing but ride aimlessly through the streets of San Francisco in the hope that he would find something that would somewhat entertain him.

A delightful challenge from Gabriel, a man known almost to none except Ophelia who had not shared any other details about the man. Of course having a good grip on what personality pleased Ms. Hawthorne, the boy simply nodded his head and looked out of his window for most of the flight, different ideals taking different courses throughout man's greatest muscle; the brain. Did this man hurt Ophelia Hawthorne in some way, perhaps they were former lovers dancing in false imagery and decided to end it all? Or perhaps they had been foes who tried to extrapolate each others' blood from their opponent's body. Either way, today, Ken was going to meet Gabriel face to face along with the other challengers who thought they could win this race.

"It seems that it's almost time to get off of the plane..." the boy thought to himself, looking to his right to see Ophelia sitting in her own respective seat. The Air Treks of the King and Queen were conveniently mailed to the same hotel, the one that both of them planned to stay in for the night. To make sure that both of them would be acquainted with their individual pairs of Air Treks again just in time for the race, the boy had called in a taxi driver to pick them up as soon as they made their way to the current designated area; the lobby of the airport.

"Attention passengers, your flight is now over and we kindly ask you to take any extra beverages and food items that you may have and keep them with you or throw them away before leaving the plane. We thank you for your good behavior during the flight and hope that you have a very nice day." an attendant clothed in a dark blue coat and black skirt said with a small bow which caused her bowl hair cut to bounce about. The boy had slowly got up, cracked his back, and began to walk out of the aisle and was currently outside in the lobby waiting for the girl, the Blood Queen Ophelia.

The outside world that was known as Las Vegas was quite the sight. Many bright lights are strung across buildings, there was almost no way to transverse the ever busy streets, and the the soft tranquility of silence seemed to not even exist. The night air was somewhat cool, the pleasant air that didn't make you shiver from chilly winds or sweat from the raging sun or humidity.

"I appreciate you for the help." the boy said in his original monotone voice as the two made their way to the taxi driver who directed them to the yellow vehicle. Using his manners, the boy opened the door for the blonde haired woman with the skill of a god.

"Ladies first. Hope you don't mind me showing somewhat decent manners." the boy said with a slight grin as he waited for the female to make her way into the yellow vehicle that was the only way to move around this town. Well, the only way to move around if you didn't have the power of Air Treks on your feet.

If Ophelia could say anything at all, it was that she hated flying. The security checks were extremely tedious at San Francisco International Airport and their employees were less than superb when it came to manners. In all honesty she would have preferred poking her eyes out with rusty nails than dealing with any of these idiots, but that was not the worst part of the whole ordeal for her. The worst part for her was the flying experience itself, something that she did not find enjoyable at all. It was indeed ironic that someone who was so fond of the sky on their Air Treks could barely stand being in an airplane, but this was the honest truth for that petite blonde. Flying just made her nauseous and all she could do to keep herself from turning into some sort of rabid tiger that had been locked in a small cage was sleep; this was exactly what she did when the pilot signaled that they were about to take off, her rolling into a ball on her side before tugging a blanket she had brought along in her carry-on over her body.

The clock could not have ticked by any slower on that hour and twenty-five minute flight, but by some miracle she had managed to sleep through nearly all of it. It was only at the end when the flight attendant had “accidentally” bumped into her arm that she awoke, her eyes snapping open to glare harshly at the woman who simply sauntered off. With a hiss in the back of her throat she rolled her blanket up and shoved it back into the black back pack she had brought along, trying to ignore the world around her until they were safely on the ground. Ophelia did not even bother to make some sort of conversation with the child who was sitting next to her in anxious anticipation of the events that were to come, her stomach twisting in knots at the thoughts of what awaited.

She was sure that there had to have been about half a dozen children all running about Las Vegas, Nevada, their hopes high because of the ridiculous promises that Gabriel had made to them. However, Ophelia was not invited for the fun of the race the power that was promised; in fact, she had no idea why she was invited at all. She already had a Regalia, so there was no reason for her to attend for that. The only logical solution that she could possible come up with for being invited to this rat race was that Gabriel wanted to see her again, but even that idea seemed utterly preposterous. She supposed that he was simply playing with her head again or perhaps trying to see how she had fared out of her control. Personally she did not care what his reasons for letting her trail along were because by the end of the night, she would have all the answers she wanted.

These were the thoughts that raced through her mind as she stalked out of McCarran International Airport, the place an utter mad house as it served all of Nevada’s air traffic. Yet it was in this mess that Ophelia kept her bright crimson eyes locked on the child that was trailing her, not wanting to lose Ken in this chaos. For some reason she had been put in charge of him and she did not want to be held liable if he got hurt. Hell, if he got hurt her whole plan would be put in jeopardy so it was definitely in her interest to watch out for him. She was not exactly sure if he realized that this was one of the few reasons that she kept him out of trouble while in the terminal, but she did not bother asking him when he thanked her for her help on their way out.

When the two walked out into the chilled night air the blonde subconsciously pulled her arms over her chest, crossing them there as she pursued her lips. It was not freezing outside, not at all considering how cold it could get in the desert during the winter, but it was still just icy enough to make her want to curl up in a jacket. That was the one thing that she had not brought along that night though she had done it specifically for the race that was going to take place in only a few hours .She had even specifically wore her usual black pleated skirt that fell to her upper mid thigh matched with her tight crimson tank top because if things turned out for the worst and she was forced to use her Regalia, then she did not want to rip up her lovely pair of pants. The only downfall to her attire was the fact that the ribbon scars that massacred her pale flesh were shown to the world and people stared, but even then she had learned to filter out the looks of pity and despair.

Before she knew it though Ken was standing before her with a taxi door open and awaiting her, a small smirk dancing to her lips and showing that she was indeed present inside her mind despite all that she was thinking. The entire time she had been with the boy she had been rather quiet so he probably thought her to be a bit ditzy, but now it was time for the devil to come out and play and the silent angel to face away. All she did was mutter a small thank you to him before climbing in the ugly yellow vehicle and iterating the address to the hotel to her driver, the man taking off once Ken was seated within the safety of the metal death trap.

Her eyes flickered all about bright city as they drove along, neon signs illuminating their eyes with promises of a good time. She was in search for the center of the arena that was sure to be about somewhere in the heart of the city, in search for the characteristic signs that she so often recognized when she was with Gabriel. Sadly for her though most of Las Vegas favored the crazy night life and so it was not exactly the easiest thing to pin point one location, but by the time they arrived at the hotel and had checked in she had three or four locations locked away and perfect for priming.

”Hurry up and grab your Air Treks Ken, we need to start investigating if we plan on finding the epicenter of the event.”

That was all she told the younger teenage boy as she eyed him cautiously, wondering if he was even paying attention to the whole thing around him. If he was like every other child he was probably too lost in excitement; he would soon be smacked back into reality by her devious demeanor though. She did not mess around when she was on her motorized skates at night, especially when she was on a mission, and this was only emphasized by the fact that she was downstairs and awaiting him in a matter of minutes. The only notable thing about her actions was the fact that she kept out of the view of those who would report her for riding on the suspicious wheels until he strolled up to her and they took off.

”I do not know exactly where the event will take place, but if my hunch is correct it will be coordinated around a lot of music. He likes to throw a decent party and it would look less suspicious when he made announcements if it was half drown in a beat.”

Ophelia’s voice was strong as she listed off her ideas for where the older boy could be at this time of night, her bright crimson hues spinning all around her as she raced along the over crowded streets of the city wrapped in sin. The blonde child would keep up with her easily if he paid attention, so she simply raced up to an area where men and woman were all wrapped securely in their conversations before beginning the hunt for any sort of familiar face. Fire was racing through her veins and murderous schemes were being plotted behind her innocent eyes, but nobody knew that just yet.

It's been seven days since Ezekiel set foot in the city of sin. Vegas never caught Ezekiel's attention, he wasn't the type to put everything on the line on over the course of one night. The bright lights, show girls, and happy-go-lucky atmosphere isn't what brought the boy to this city. The real reason behind his appearance here would be a much sinister one. He retrieved a flyer while in San Francisco. Normally, Ezekiel wouldn't give such objects much mind, but the words written on the white paper made his heart skip a beat and his blood boil. The promise of power and Regalia made the boy seriously think about what it is he was truly reading. Who was this Gabriel person? How did he know so much about the Regalia - a items said to be long gone? Was he enemy, or friend? The questions ran through Ezekiel's head like speeding bullets, but one thing was for sure. This person threatened the power balance within the Air-Trek world, and Ezekiel couldn't allow this... Vegas held the answers he so desperately seeked. So, without missing a beat, the youth packed his bags and went off to the city of lost souls.

"I swear to fuckin' god. If this dude is another Rohas wannabe I'm kickin' some ass!"

The plane touched down upon the strip, and Ezekiel swiftly departed. His Air-Treks weren't with him of course - it would be almost impossible to sneak a pair of motorized skates upon such a busy plane. So, one of his many contacts would mail them to him - a contact he could trust. First thing first, he needed a hotel room - somewhere he could flee to if things became to dangerous. Finding a hotel within this sinful place was easy - almost every street corner had some type of Inn. The boy paid for a small room, and quickly made his way up. He called his contact, and they sent the Air-Treks to Ezekiel's location. Now all he needed to do was wait - but that was easier said then down. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. It was time to peep out the local competition and investigate.

"Someones gotta know somethin'..."

Four days would pass, and Ezekiel's knowledge over the current situation had hardly grown. The boy traveled from race to race, asking questions and learning the environment. Las Vegas was similar to a lot of places in the world when it came to building structures. But one thing that made a huge difference were the amount of citizens and visitors. This was the city of sin after all - the place where every crooked being in the world comes to preform unspeakable acts. This would defiantly make the so called "race" much tougher then originally thought. And to make matters worse, the SAF were no where to be seen or found - which is never a good sign... Checking out the local riders become tiresome after awhile - none had any recognizable skill whatsoever. But to ensure they weren't hiding anything, Ezekiel brought along his trusty sidekick - Yellow-Boy. The small yellow device would poke it's little head from Ezekiel's backpack and scan the surrounding area within a 100meter range.


"So, YB. Any of these pussies gonna put up a actually challenge if I do decided to partake in this shit?!"

"Ezekiel, from my calculations. These Storm-Riders skill are of the average category. Or as you would like to call them... 'Pussies'"

"Yeah, I fuckin' thought so! Da fuck does a person gotta do to get a challenge up in this bitch!"

"Ezekiel, I still wouldn't count these riders out. In numbers they are quite a threat."

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever, YB!"

The seventh day had finally come. After a few week of learning his opponents, and studying the environment. Ezekiel didn't feel any different from the very first day he had arrived - he still had the smog look of confidence about his person. With his Air-Treks finally within his grasp, the boy got ready for the wide night ahead. His appearance remained fairly simple, but overall, still had a different vibe. Instead of the traditional solid colored hoodie. The boy wore a custom made lettermen jacket. The jackets colors were a simple white and blue, and in the front, stitched with big black letters were 'GK'. On the back of the jacket was a big image of the Seattle space-needle - this two was in blue and white. He wore navy blue baggy jeans to match the jacket. On his head firmly rested a seattle Sea-Hawks cap. The cap was divided into two colors right down the middle. The front side was white, while the back was a dark blue - this further added to Ezekiel's style of dress. Underneath the cap resided a black do-rag. A black bookbag was placed upon his back. Inside said bookbag resided Ezekiel's special R.E.A.D device - Yellow-Boy. The device was constantly reading for Air-Trek signals, and any signal even close to Ezekiel's level the device would point out. Also a mass amount of spray-can bottles were inside the bookage, just incase Ezekiel wanted to make Vegas his canvas.

"Lets get this shit underway!"

The green eyed youth said with a confident tone of voice as he preformed a leap of faith from his hotel room window over to a nearby roof. The lights underneath him meant certain death, but Ezekiel was never way to stray from a chance to spread his vibrant wings. As the boy landed on the roof, the very ground underneath his feet began to obtain deep gashes whenever he preformed a simple leg push. This anticipation and excitement brought out the physical propriety of this boy's road - something commonly unseen. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, preformed flawless rail grinds, and even busted out a few free form tricks until he reached a spot he felt satisfied with.


Background Music*

"Perfect fuckin' view"

Ezekiel shouted - his booming voice traveling across the busy night street of the city. Digging into his right pants pocket, the green eyed boy brought out a pure silver lighter with a flick lid, and out the left pocket pulled out a small white stick. Placing the white stick softly in his mouth, he flicked the silver lid back and forward a few swift times before a vibrant red flame erupted from it. Slowly, the cigarette was lit with a faint orange|red light. Placing the lighter back within it's rightful place, Ezekiel jumped up and down a few times. By doing this, Yellow-Boy knew to play a song - and at full volume. As the song commenced, Ezekiel's green eyes glanced over the surrounding area, wanting for any type of starting gesture. He would confront Gabriel today...

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Name* Yellow Boy*^{(R.E.A.D Device*)}
Rank* ---*
Description* A common item found within the grasp of almost any and every serious Storm-Rider, but with a little twist. The members apart of Eternal Canvas obtain a special more "personal" R.E.A.D device known as Yellow Boy. Many new features reside in this 12inch machine. One being voice command. When the owner speaks a certain phrase, Yellow Boy sends a shock-wave ^{(Which travels thirty meters under a second)} and gets any and all information from any pair of operating Air-Treks within said range. Normally, when one retrieves such information from a R.E.A.D device. They have to read it off a screen, but not Yellow Boy. The robot speaks out information ^{(In MPH and Ft.)}, Thus giving the owner a better chance before a race. This isn't just a R.E.A.D device. It's a personal assistant, Cell-Phone, Radio, I-pod, ect, ect... These devices are one of a kind and can only be obtained by Eternal Canvas' leader. Even if by some chance a Yellow Boy fell into wrong hands. The person with it won't be able to use it - for it has a 100% accurate voice recognizing system. These little R.E.A.D Devices are truly one of a kind.
Limit* Eternal Canvas exclusively *

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“Clear cell phone reception?”

“Check!”

“GPA Map of Las Vegas?”

“Check!”

“Fake mannequin with a good wig and a list full of excuses?”

“Check! Operation Sneak out the House is in full swing big brother!”

With a click and a clap, the cell phone had ended the call. Pocketing the compact little phone and then fished from it the small square device that he placed in his hands and between his thumbs. With a few taps to the screen, an electronic voice had stated the obvious to where he was now standing: high on one of the glowing fixtures towering over the city of sin. One of the most obvious places being the most secretive as the constant lights made him a shadow amongst the high altitudes. Big blue orbs had scanned the surroundings while tucking the device into a side mesh pocket that was attached to the belt at his hip. The screen glowed with the device indicating “Voice Activation” was set on. Still, his thoughts were restless no matter how prepared he was.

What was he looking for, or rather, who was he looking for?

Eyes hazy from a lack of sleep and breathes labored from a tiring venture, he had decided that it was best to get some air while waiting. The plane ride and plotting had taken much out of him ever since he and Rosetta had gotten that invitation to come to this city. It was out of his comfort zone and that stopped him from considering it, but little sisters like the vibrant Rosetta were so supportive! The young girl had spoken up saying if young Xenneth had not participated, then it would be something he regretted, that this little “sport” seemed to be his talent. He had to agree with her on one point though: ever since this all started, he had been more optimistic and prone to slip on the pair of skates and take to the streets to daring heights that not even she, a small thirteen year old genius, would dare to go.

It was a shame really: he just wished he was a little bit stronger for both of them.

Xenneth would take Rosetta scaling to great heights if he could; give the young girl an experience that only he could obtain with his skill. He was not very adequate when it came to anything else: grades, delivery boy, and brains; Xenneth seemed to lack those things and had to make up with improvising. He was terrible when it came to trying to live life and keep up with others to the point that his young sister stuck up for him. He could kick people in the shin for making fun of him to if he really could tr-

Well, no, that would be a lie. He just did not have it in him.

However, he had this in him. It was second nature how from a moment of hesitation, the next moment, he was leaping from a building top and kicking his legs overhead gaining some momentum. The whirling of his skates made a pristine and sharp sound that was like the strumming of a harp in some way. The “Swan Song” Air Trek living up to their name, made a sharp cry through Las Vegas even as the young boy landed on a building top. The rush of wind tossed his hair about and filled his lungs like a refreshing drink would quench a thirst. The glimmer of the lights from his skates had a quick and constant tempo that made him look a shooting star across the star until the very moment he landed on the nearby rooftop that had the sign attached to its side.

Ah! That was the feeling he was use to these days!

“I need to be careful,” Xenneth’s face twisting with a show of concern that made the heart-shaped tattoo of his cheek narrow reflecting his worrisome mood, “Rosetta said that I’m not the only one here according to the invitation. So this means I’ll have trouble if people keep noticing me.” Xenneth reached down to his Air Trek has he had flicked at a switch on the side that turned off the flickering lights that became bright when he was in motion; a dead giveaway when he was skating around trying to catch...whatever he was after! He was not the best fighter, or even a fighter at all for that matter! He had to avoid confrontation from “actual” Storm Riders at all costs.

“Well,” the violet haired boy whispered. The wind swept through his bright violet hair while light from the stretch of avenue and buildings had reflected into his bright blue orbs. His shirt was open and flowed light a cape with his bright scarf hanging onto his scrawny neck for dear life. He used it to nearly muffle his words as he lowered his chin. His emotions a nervous wreck, he whispered, “...Here goes nothing.”

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Moment 4 Life” by Nicki Minaj
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With a trail of running and yelling security guards after him he would burst out onto the side walk out side of the airport, the newness of the hybrid type A-T's causing him to sway and yank from different direction as soon as he had exited his straight line approach. Looking behind he would spot something that he would fear, a officer on a segway. Their was almost no way he could out run the authorities now. After all he was already a little winded from his mad dash to get out of here. Looking frantically he would spot a cab starting to pull away. What better then to hitch a ride.

Grabbing hold of the bumper he would stay low as the taxi took off down the road so that the driver would not spot him. Taking a cautious peek he could see the blond hair of a female and the brown of a younger boy in the back seat of the vehicle. As the cab sped to its destination he would lose the airport security, taking him into speeds he could not have achieved on his own as they went deeper into the city. Aron would finally let go of the cab as it drove onto the strip, where the traffic was congested as people tried to get from casino to casino.

Going slow as he got onto the sidewalk of the busy town he would move his legs as though he was casually skating creating an illusion that he was fallowing the laws. Man the strip was a big place and worst off there was no destined meeting place for this big get together. Looking around he would find himself in front of the Bellagio. It's show of water, music, and light thoughtfully interwoven to mesmerize just starting. The choreographically complex water feature causing him to lose focus for a moment and nearly crash into purple haired, blue eyed youth who was just standing up. The movement of trying not to crash would cause the twenty year old to slip and crash onto the sidewalk.

His head nearly bouncing off the pavement as he caught himself. The whole scene causing mild bursts of snickers and points at the blonds mishap. Locking his wheels he would work his way to a stand as he brushed himself off. Once on his feet he would unlock his Air Trek as he spoke his apologies,"Sorry, miss."

It was not to be rude after all the apology was meant to be sincere it was just the femininity seemed to ooze out from the boy in front of him. A complete mistake of identity on the first appearance. Shaking his head he would continue on to weave through the crowd. His feet a little more steady as he moved in search of who ever it was he was to find.

Grim wasn’t having much luck in finding where this whole invite event would go down. Yea he knew it would take place in Las Vegas, but Las Vegas was a huge place and a lot of places for riders to disappear and not be notice, however, from what the invite said, this whole event might blow up in their faces with the SAF. There was no way something this big could go unnoticed.

But that was only Grim’s point of view, always seeing the worse out of things, but always thinking ways of getting out, but Grim wasn’t seeing a way out his biggest problem yet… his boredom. Since doing his warm up laps after leaving his RV, Grim hit up just about every last place he could think of that something this large could be pulled off, but to no luck. Now Grim was just waiting, standing with his hood up, Mask on, and ear buds in listening to Invincible, on a roof that he had a great memory with the leader of his Team Rath. No one could see him even if they tried the shine of the neon lights of the building was making sure of that while Grim’s eyes searched the grounds for any signs that the event had begun.

”Hurry up and grab your Air Treks Ken, we need to start investigating if we plan on finding the epicenter of the event.” the dangerous blonde female had ordered the stoic teenager as he looked around the perimeters of the room to determine to location of his Air Treks. After finding the package, his key to the race, Ken quickly evolved his regular footwear into his pair of Air Treks. Intelligent enough to not conquest through this somewhat dirty hotel in Las Vegas, he walked down the stairs slowly and had caught a glimpse of Ophelia.

Once the two Storm Riders were acquainted with their motorized devices, they began to ride out into the darkness which was illuminated with neon lights across hundreds of buildings. The sounds of honking and driving had erupted from each and every car that was driving through this highly populated filthy city. The air had hit both of them, possibly giving them a slight chill since it was obviously cooling down in this hectic and corrupted place.

”I do not know exactly where the event will take place, but if my hunch is correct it will be coordinated around a lot of music. He likes to throw a decent party and it would look less suspicious when he made announcements if it was half drown in a beat.” she said in her tone that was getting all too familiar for the boy. The child gave a slight nod as he directed a good bit of his thinking towards his ears. No matter how much effort he funneled into the ear, he could not hear any beats except the sound of couples arguing and drunk people cursing. The boy sighed due to the fact that neither of the blonde duo were able to hear a word.

"Doesn't sound like they're anywhere near us." the boy said as he tried to keep up with the Blood Queen as she rode her Air Trecks about. Hopefully within the hour the two Storm Riders would be able to pinpoint Gabriel's location in this bug infested joint.

Flashing neon lights flickered across the black pavement and bleached concrete, this creating intricate signals that illuminated the eyes of all the people who were roaming about the great city. There were at least ten thousand people cluttering the streets of Las Vegas on that fateful night with there was no limit to their activities. Some of those people were simply wandering around in the search of a good time while laughing and playing with their friends, but others were wandering about in a drunken stupor and spewing nothing but cuss words. For those who were unfamiliar with the city they would have simply thought this to be normal activity; those who knew better though were well aware of the brewing danger that waited.

Despite all of these activities there was still more interesting things going on in the crowds for the most interesting of people were the ones that were silently searching. Hushed whispers had begun to swirl about the Storm-Riders of that city, each one offering various information that people began to collect and piece together despite the fact that none of it was cohesive. Not a single person had known where to go to find Gabriel when they came to the city of sin so they were all desperate for any sort of bone that would tell them where he was hiding and more than willing to share their own knowledge. These were the rumors that Ophelia was collecting from the idiots that surrounded her, the woman slowly trying to piece together the ultimate puzzle. Every time she spotted a Storm-Rider she immediately rode up to them and questioned them about what they knew with razor laced words, hoping that they would tell her something of use. Nobody had an exact location to bless her with, but from what she had collected so far the illusive gentleman was nestled about the center of the strip and slowly other riders were beginning to wander in that direction. It was the best lead she had gotten all night and if she knew the male like she thought she did he was probably hiding out there, so she immediately turned on her heels and raced into the heart of Las Vegas.

”I swear, I am going to rip his throat out when I find him.”

The petite blonde muttered to herself words of violence, various schemes that all resulted in the older male laying in a bloody heap running through her mind. She could not wait to track him down and bash his head in the solid concrete of the ground. Heck, she did not even care who caught him. All that mattered at this point was getting him cornered like a scared little rabbit and she would do anything to put him in that position. Her personality began to reflect her thoughts as well the longer she road, her movements becoming more aggressive and her aura evolving. No longer did she seem calm and collected like she had been on the airplane for now the woman was surrounded by an air malice, her eyes flickering around like a predator ready to attack its prey. She was sure that every single Storm-Rider around the Blood Queen could feel this as well, each of them purposely avoiding her as she raced by in a flash of pale hair with the young boy she had been put in charge of hot on her trail.

Whether it would have been luckily or unluckily for the obsidian haired male the woman that he had met years ago was correct; Gabriel was indeed centered in the very heart of the strip. He had chosen the location specifically because it would pose such a challenge to both riders and SAF members alike; riders would have to navigate around the partiers, cars, and buildings while SAF members would have to work around innocents. Both proved to be tricky, but that was just the point in his opinion for he wanted to push Storm-Riders to their limits, wanted to see just how worthy they were of his gift. Now he simply awaited the arrival of his new toys. He would not wait long for them though, only planning on giving the idiots until the digital numbers on his sleek phone flashed midnight. Until then though he waited in the shadows of the high end casinos and hotels, his lips pulling another drag from the white stick that was perched between his lips before he lowered it to his side and allowed the vapor to condense into the air.

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So...what was supposed to happen?

It was beyond Xenneth honestly as he stood wayward looking down upon the street. It was his nature to stay away and simply look at things from afar, and he did so in a childish manner. His arms reached out for one of the neon glowing signs (which was more warm than hot to his surprise), and then looked down upon the passing avenue that was filled with pedestrians (most likely drunken ones) and the occasional passing car with beating music that was so heavy that he swore he felt some fibers in his being telling him to dance.

He swore, it was a curse to notice this feeling.

Regardless, he tried to stay unnoticed as far as Storm Riders went. Even as he pushed away from one of the signs and strode easily in a stealthy manner along with the grounded traffic, he kept a look out. Confrontations were not far from likely considering Rosetta had good advice that he possibly was not alone, and people were crazy these days! Seriously, he was not sure he was even going to survive being in a Bath tub with some woman in California who had a thing for him looking like a girl. His unending random life was going to be the death of him if it was not going to be the eventual decline of health when he got around old age. The last thing he needed was possibly...

*SWOOSH!*

Xenneth spun in surprise as someone nearly charged into him. What a world?! It seemed like even at a lower height the “Swan” could not go without being noticed and nearly bumped into. This meant that he would possibly have to climb a little higher, get a little more distant from the main street and for goodness sake avoid the attention of that Storm Rider and any followers he may had. Looking around, it did not seem like anyone else was coming, but he could hear the going words of the individual.

“Sorry, miss!”

Well that was nice of him, right? He was so formal and...

“Wait, what?!!” Xenneth had cried aloud as he was left alone.

Again?! He could not believe this! He was mistaken for a girl again! This was getting out of hand, he had to admit. Every Storm Rider he met would blow the whistle of the long violet haired boy being some kind of girl. If that was the case, then possibly, he could envision another awkward moment of being invited to someone’s house again and being put in an embarrassing situation, or even other Storm Riders saying, “Hey! We saw Swan and she was cute!” The main problem was this: The “Swan” was not a girl, and for that to spread like wildfire was a nightmare beyond any.

This called for some proper correction.

“Hey! You!” Xenneth had been contemplating for so long that the individual was probably out of shouting range. He heel lifted and his right foot kicked off in an instant. His acceleration going and his heart pumping as he was on a mission that was probably just a “little” more important than the tournament, that being that he had to save his reputation of getting around Las Vegas, a place filled with Storm Riders from all over, that there was a chick from Cali who everyone had seen on skates. That would be a terrible laughing stock to not live down seeing that the boy did not want to be affiliated with such.

However, even Xenneth, in all his desperation, did not think that this and his main purpose to be here would intertwine possibly as he did not even think about asking around as he tailed the individual.

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Moment 4 Life” by Nicki Minaj
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(OOC: so sorry writers block is killen' this post.)

Course he didn't get to make it far before the girl he almost crashed into called after him. Twisting around he would catch himself onto the fence that guarded the fountain from pedestrians, his black leather jacket billowing as he looked and waited for the girl. After all that was what he honestly thought that youth to be. The purple hair and blur eyes plus that little hear on the cheek, it could have fooled anyone.

"You, called?", Aron Alexander Anderson would ask as the little lass came up at him his right hand holding onto the railing to keep him up and steady as his left pushed back his purple shaded sunglasses before running through his blond slicked back hair. Feeling the softness of it as he used no product or grease, just slicked it back after a shower and air dried it. Six inches taller then the "swan" and clad in black he would wait for an reply as a rush of more storm riders seemed to come out of nowhere all headed past to the center of the strip that both he and this younger rider was on.

As the boy rode along with the blonde haired Blood Queen, he began to hear her mutter violent words, well more violent than we he had first been acquainted with her. Something didn't feel right. Ken knew she was violent, but he never saw her in a mood like this. Her movements did were similar to the ones he first saw yes, but now they seemed to have more power in them. He didn't know why, but he decided it would be best to zip his lip while this woman was lost in thought.

"I have a feeling that things aren't going to look pretty when we get to Gabriel..." the boy thought to himself, not daring to utter a word in front of this new demon which has been summoned from Ophelia's mind and body. Even if this Blood Queen was in her predator mode, at least the duo had gotten good tips from certain people, the most important one being that Gabriel may be in the center of Las Vegas where a decent amount of Storm Riders were making their way to.

Time was passing by, each moment Ken spent with the woman he had to keep a closer eye on her. Every moment that passed seemed to force Ophelia Hawthorne's movements to become more harsh and sadistic. At any minute blood could have been shed and painted upon the black canvas known as the road. While riding, the teenager was deciding if it had been a good idea to be riding with Ophelia in the first place.

As they rode on, Ken's mouth had began to dry out during their ride. As a remedy, he took a piece of gum and began to chew on it with his mouth finally being saturated with the liquid that came from the gum, it being watermelon flavored.

The night was filled with anxious Storm-Riders, each and everyone dying for a taste of the action that was about to ensue once the clock struck twelve. However, not one of them truly knew what was going to happen when they reached the arena, an arena that was more allusive then they could ever image. It was only by a matter of lucky and an intricate game of telephone did any of them actually know where to go, a game of telephone that Gabriel himself had set up to test the intelligence of all of those who had come with his invitation. He knew well that if they could not piece together a few clues to figure out where he was seated there was no point in even bothering teaching them what he knew about their regalia.

Still, Ophelia knew where to go by the time she reached the heart of the Las Vegas strip, Storm-Riders everywhere filtering through as sneakily as they could. They knew better than to ride about and cause a commotion where the rest of the world could see so they tried to keep under the radar, though the petite blonde was sure that at least one of them would slip up and throw their whole plan out of action. However, no matter how discerning this was for everyone else who was riding on the strip Ophelia was not focused on that, only keeping her mind wrapped around the idea of bashing her lovely friend’s head into the concrete until there was blood everywhere or she had the answers she wanted. All she needed was for Ken to either catch him or cause a minor distraction so she could swoop in and capture her prey.

Finally the woman came to a halt in front of one of the larger casinos, flashing lights blinding her senses with the loud music that was pumping from the speakers. It was the perfect place to cause a ruckus and distract average people from the world of Air Treks, but also the perfect place to hide out. It was in this extremely large crowd that Ophelia knew the raven haired male was hiding and that thought made a light smirk come to her pale lips, her wheels turning to force her body to a halt before Ken. Now her eyes were painted on his figure, a dark look of malice in her eyes with a biting tone that matched in the words that left her tongue.

”Chaos is about to erupt so be ready for anything. I do not want to scare Gabriel off right away Ken, so do not do anything rash. Wait until the race starts and focus on capturing him. If you can grab him, weaken him immediately and bring him down. Even if he slips away from your grasp I will be there to take him out so do not stop for even a moment.”

Her words were powerful when she spoke, not an inch of wavering in the plan that was setting into the mold before her eyes. Ken could have very well interjected something to help improve in her scheme, but it was all up to him if he wanted to risk her poisoned gaze that was so opposite to her angelic features.

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"You, called?"

Dressed like a scary man? A bit taller than he was? Why did Xenneth not realize this before calling after the guy?

Xenneth needed reasons to evade this conversation as this guy actually responded to his call. He could tell a quick white lie and jet off like a quick blur looking at this person. It was not hard: after all, this guy’s intimidating demeanor was enough to make Xenneth feel like he needed to dig into that deep human survival instinct and do anything he could to avoid being chwewed up and spat out. Not that this guy would do anything like that, but seriously, Xenneth’s brain cells worked when he was in these awkward situations and his bladder gotten full at moments like this; this time, it was actually something else that saved him from the bell and gotten his attention.

“It’s no big deal, it’s not like I’d see him again,” the Swan thought before lifting his fingers and had that awkward look plastered across his face.

“O-oh!” he squeaked, “N-nothing! I had mistaken you…uh, for someone else. Hee hee!” A big cheesy grin followed to blow past the act, and the next instance, Xenneth was already strolling away as his Air Trek made a near silent hum while he was heading quickly away from the eye sight of the Storm Rider, or at least that he hoped so. Who knew that they could be so many variant types of them? From his greater knowledge, he expected some rough or rigid people how the news classified them to be; as one would say: punks. However, some were just extremely different than he expected; one example being that of himself seeing he was not exactly the “rough-type.”

Philosophy and learning could come later, had he forgotten he was actually on a mission tonight.

Speaking of stereotypes, however, there were some Storm Riders that were looming about. Xenneth actually could tell the difference while talking to that individual. They were heading towards a certain direction. It was actually how he gotten some information together thanks to Rosetta and her uncanny knowledge as a little thirteen year-old genius. The internet was so reliable and the G.P.S. being fed directions often led Xenneth the right away. His two way beeped every now and again still giving some wishing words of luck, but also some helpful information on just how their little “operation” was going. She just tipped him to keep in mind that “Birds of a father flocked together” truly in this event; or in other words, “Storm Riders would attract other Storm Riders.”

Family was a nice thing to have, especially when they helped you on the mischievousness.

Xenneth followed directions displayed on the device. The rapid beeping sounds speeding up as they became louder each time he began to approach the destination that was marked on the map. He had to stop at one point as he ventured a rooftop which a wall kick and a whirl of his body. His characteristics were obvious to why he was called “Swan” as his white clothing blew in the gust caused by the combination of his high-powered Air-Treks, agile body, and rapid movements that supported his air time. After reaching the top of the building he found…space. Too much of it!

“I can’t keep going from here…” It was a dilemma that he whispered to himself; Xenneth had a thing for social anxiety.

It pondered the question why in the world would he come to a “Storm-Rider Gathering” in the first place? Well, to be honest, the violet haired boy was curious at the very least and his sister seemed really eager for him wanting to explore Las Vegas. He had not left his house too often, and he barely had the chance to ride his Air-Trek since California was a very tight place when it came to activity. Plus, with his auntie Chezza actually working the law to find people, people like him, it was difficult to do such a thing. However, it was even more difficult since he was not too interested in socializing with Storm Riders, and it seemed like there was more than he could handle. If he somehow became some sort of potential target, it would be hard to evade the crosshairs of any aggression in this gathering.

He sighed and folded his arms while looking down upon the avenue hesitantly. A ruckus of a noise was caused, but it was beyond him what the source was. He just knew from the sound of it, people may actually draw more attention to him…or would they not? The avenue was expansive, but “Swan Song” was nearly silent. It was a beautiful pair of Air Treks that went unnoticed with a motor singing as smoothly as a beautiful melody. Xenneth knew he could use this, the noise of the city, and the ruckus to his advantage seeing the people seemed disoriented and in confusion for some reason.

“What can I do…?” Xenneth’s tone dropping with his confidence.

It would be a shame to come to Las Vegas and nothing to show for it.

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Moment 4 Life” by Nicki Minaj
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Strange girl was the thought that ran through his head as he watched the purple haired rider leave. Looking down at his own A-T's he would squat and finally sit in front of the Bellagio as he shook his left arm causing a collection of tools to bring themselves forth to his fingertips. Selecting a smaller tool he would readjust the fixings for his wheels making sure that the axles that held his wheels had not shook-en to loose during his skitch to get away from the internet security.

Smiling he would listen to the world around him the sounds of footsteps, conversations, engines from both cars and air trek. The melody of the sin city was a lively one indeed. Shaking his left arm again after putting his tool back in its socket the collection would disappear back into his sleeve. It seemed as though the world around him new of what was to come. Anxiety of the great cat and mouse game was picking up it was the solemn beat that was paired with the movement that drove those on air treks forward. Standing up Aron would fallow the anxiety as it honed in to where the speaker would be.

Grim knew of course Ezekiel would know it was him, after spending full night training with each other…. Well to be honest Ezekiel training Grim on the basics of A-T’s, they would be able to by now get at least a tiny grasp for each other’s style, and movements. “No problems there, bro, none at all.” Grim replied with a smirk, and a tone of sarcasm, and confidence of his own. The pair followed the crowd on the streets, from above from roof top to roof top, and Grim couldn’t help but feel like Hawk’s waiting and watching for the perfect time to swoop down and take their prey.

After the short little hunting trip, the mass of rider’s stopped below at a stripe, so natural the pair above stopped as well, and while Ezekiel was watching below Grim was taking in his surrounding, noticing the limited space to hide, the smaller story buildings which held Riders that were stationary like Grim was earlier tonight before he hooked up with Ezekiel, judging only by sight, and the hunch that the little device in Ezekiel’s pocket didn’t go off when they arrived, that they weren’t strong enough be that much of a bother. Grim was so focus on the surrounding factors that he missed what Ezekiel had started to say but caught only the ending, but from the way Ezekiel’s aura was, and the youth cracking his knuckles it only meant one thing. Grim unplugged his ears from, his ear’s flooded by the sound of Sin City instead of his music, as he cracked his neck to the sides while wrapping his Ipod with the cord of his ear plugs and stashed them away in his breast pocket.

Just in time when Ezekiel took off down the building with Grim following right behind, but instead of a slide on the ground, he hit the wall of the building he was descending from a rotating spin, with his A-T’s to propel him forward into a backwards flip, onto the ground allowing with no hand’s at all for Grim to put on his hood, and land with his back towards Ezekiel’s own. Taking in the crowd making sure this wasn’t a sting operation set up by SHF, or any Riders deciding to make a sneak attack to get a powerful rider like Ezekiel out of the race early on. Of course Ezekiel won’t need his help with the low leveled Riders that were here now, but there was no way in hell Grim was going to leave Ezekiel’s side, when shit hit the fans. It wasn’t in Grim’s nature to turn his back on a friend even if later tonight the two had to become enemies for the prize.

Grim heard Ezekiel’s A-T’s start up as Grim’s eyes shifted through the crowd, he looked over his shoulder just to make sure Ezekiel had moved before kicking his own A-T’s into gear in full reverse keeping his eyes literally on Ezekiel’s six, until Grim couldn’t keep up to Ezekiel’s pace and was forced to turn around to keep pace. “Be careful E, SHF could be in the crowd, and could have set this whole thing up. Grim voicing both their thoughts. He knew it had to cross Ezekiel’s mind, just like it crossed his own, and many other riders as well, but Grim knew it won’t stop Ezekiel or himself, or countless other riders, because it was in their very souls as Riders to not being shackled down by the rules of the normal world.

The two had been riding for a good bit of time now as they still rode through the streets of Las Vegas. Ophelia had not relented with her agressive look and seemed to be getting worse by the second. After it seemed like all hope was lost in finding Gabriel, that hint and helped the two find where he may be, right here; this casino area. Loud music was playing that was trying to rip every citizen's ear drums apart.

”Chaos is about to erupt so be ready for anything. I do not want to scare Gabriel off right away Ken, so do not do anything rash. Wait until the race starts and focus on capturing him. If you can grab him, weaken him immediately and bring him down. Even if he slips away from your grasp I will be there to take him out so do not stop for even a moment." the Blood Queen said with eyes that were more vicious than the sharpest blade. The boy turned his gaze directly into hers, ready to give a reply.

"I'll see if I can take down a few of the slower opponents during the first part of the race and then see if I can traverse to some higher grounds. From up there I'll try to plan out the areas that I will have the highest chance of getting close to him in. Also, once I get only a few good feet from him, I'll release some pheromones from my Air Trecks that won't work right away." the boy took a pause to look once more at the large crowd before continuing.

"If you're there and see even one pheromone, in the form of bubbles hit him, then go after him for as long as you can. In a minute or so once they collide with him he'll start to become immobilized. However if he escapes from your sight after this, you may lose your chance since the effects don't last that long."

A moment of silenced had past between the King and Queen.

"So does it sound like a plan?" he asked.

Silently Ophelia tried to take in the words that were tumbling from Ken’s lips, using them in any way she could to come up with a more extensive plan over the blaring sound of the perfect beat that was pumping through the air without a sign of stopping. Her initial plan had been simple enough and would have been successful under normal circumstances, but she had a feeling that today she would need a little extra help in catching the man she was after. Thankfully for her though, it seemed as though the young boy next to her had some prior training with his slowly advancing abilities which meant that he would be able to help her out in ways she could never imagine. The female had only thought that he could inflict bubbles into the opponent's blood stream by contact, but if he could do it using only the air her chances of capture were that much greater. Now she was sure that the man everyone was after would be thrown to the demons.

”That sounds fine, just try to work fast. I do not want to be chasing him until dawn since I know well that he will not stick around that long.”

Those were the words that she allowed to slip past her pale lips, them tumbling out just loud enough for the boy to hear over the music. So far she had to admit that she was rather shocked that her little duckling had not asked her why on Earth she was so interested in the man named Gabriel, what their history was, or how they even knew each other. She was glad for this though because she knew well that if she had to explain it to him she would end up gritting her teeth and blood dripping from her palms; attracting any more attention to herself than necessary was not a good plan.

Quickly she shoved those thoughts from her mind and instead turned back to focusing on the crowd, her crimson orbs flickering about for any sign of a dark haired male who was hiding in the shadows. Hell, she would have been satisfied with seeing anyone who looked familiar at this point and could help her get what she wanted, but her main priority was grabbing Gabriel. If she was lucky she would find him before the event started, but if she knew him as well as she did he would not appear before the event. He was one for grand entrances when the situation called for it, using powerful words that could twist even the most adapt person's visions of reality. She hated to admit it, but in some ways she had been that child not too long ago. A short while ago she had been naïve, but now her eyes were wide open to the world and the dark secrets that it held.

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*SNAP!*

“I got it!”

Xenneth, watching the skeptical with a pop of his fingers had devised a not-so clever little plan as he watched from the far away building top. The strip was clearly in an uproar. The people were not simply letting go of what was happening; a set of storm-riders were making their way through their city with an entire disregard for the law? It was something unforgivable! Unthinkable! These people would not stop talking about this little incident for days, weeks, or even a month or so to come!

Good thing Xenneth only needed about an hour or two.

The violet haired boy made his way down along the building side. His skates tilted with his body as the Air Trek let out a gentle hum even as they careened against the concrete building. Circular patterns were left along the wall until the electrical force built up allowed him to reach a minimum of power. With a kick off the building’s side and his arms spread apart, Xenneth had dove into the sky like he was a bird preparing to take off! Well, not exactly, nonetheless it was simply a trick that was enabled due to his agile little body and the design of his light footwear.

He had flown, even for just a second to the sidewalk of the avenue.

The Swan had touched down on the sidewalk, quickly keeping to the side of the buildings that were still lit amongst the Vegas night and stayed close to the shadows. The town of people seemed distracted, mostly because uproar was caused with them being pushed, shoved, and knocked aside by the Storm Rider that made his way through the city’s center. Fortunately for Xenneth, he had grabbed attention and seemed, at least in the violet haired boy’s perspective, not to care or give much consideration. It allowed for the violet haired boy to be rid of his anxiety as he simply skated along the sidewalk while the pedestrians did not see him coming, and by the time they did, they were getting an about face that read, ”Whooo! What was that?!”

He kicked off with as much passion as he could to at least keep up with the individual and trying to be unnoticed by either the Storm Rider or the crowd. To make matters worse, he had to avoid people who were oblivious of his coming because of how their attention span always went to controversy. Xenneth had to weave around ignorant people that were light poles and jump over tossed bodies pushed from the storming crowd.

Jump a chick! Swerve around a dude! It was all a game of Simon Says for these people.

However, even with Xenneth’s ability to react and keep a good speed, which was no problem when it came to the heavy set Storm Rider and his friend, he still wondered who these people were and are they a part of this little event that called him here. Xenneth was ignorant about the potential of the police force on catching people like him (and he knew not why he did not gouge his Aunt Chezza for information like this) and not to mention he barely knew anything about AT; and he just wanted to have a little fun and explore this world of Night where Storm Riding took place.

So all in all, he emphasized the question greatly when he asked himself in his mind, “Who are these people?” Tailing the two mysterious Storm Riders and using the opposing side of the crowd on the right side as a veil that masked his presence for them, he kept his blue eyes focused between the streets littered with people and the Storm Riders who were ferrying him across the strip while he could find some better higher ground to use for himself.

After all, tailing them for too long could be a problem, especially for Xenneth who did not like confrontation.

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OOC Notes:
Now Listening To: “Moment 4 Life” by Nicki Minaj
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Aron undid his laces that held the A-T's to his feet he was exhausted or well worn down, his muscles hurt and he knew he could not keep up with those around him. With a heavy sigh he would unsling his back pack around and switch out his A-T's for his shoes. The noise of the sin city getting to him a bit for already his head was spinning. Aron had to reach up and brace against the fencing just to make his way back to his feet. Shuffling his feet he would make it to the edge of the side walk and hale a cab. There was no way he would be going back to the airport anytime soon so he would ask to be taken to the bus station instead.

His head leaning back into the seat as he looked out the window only to catch a glimps of that purple haired lass as she soared. A smile coming to his lips, one day maybe. One day he might be able to rise and soar out of the limits that tied him back. Letting his eyes close he would think over his run with the prototype A-T. It needed work but he could fix those problems when he got home. The good news was that he was getting better after all the skitch alone was worth the trip. Aron would be shaken from his thoughts as the cab pulled up to the bus stop, paying the cab fare he would move on taking his back pack with him into the buss station.

It was just his luck that the next bus to San Fransisco was leaving within thirty and just like that Aron A. Anderson dropped out of the big event, it was not his time to shine after all. Next time maybe.