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perfectsymmetry[1] It's not a fun day to wake up and find two of your housemates droned. Crowe leaves the house, not wanting to deal with them, only to find out later that 3 of his friends - Aaron, Kakyoin and Flay - are also droned.
To add insult to injury, he finds something in the mailbox with his name on it. It's a small manila envelope. There is only a photo inside, and he stares at it for a long while. It's a mugshot of him when he was 15, when he was caught trying to burglarize a museum in Italy. Considering his infamous last name in the crime world of his homeland, he was quickly booked and thrown in jail until his uncle helped get him out and cleared his name.
To anyone who approaches him, his expression is completely unreadable, blank. Crowe wasn't quite sure what Mayfield was trying to tell him with this one.
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[2] Later, there's a motorcycle zipping through town at an unsafe speed. To anyone who knows Crowe, the bike is recognizable. To anyone else, the helmet covers his telltale hair color, and the sunglasses might make it harder to tell who's driving. But you better look out if you're crossing the street, or waiting in your car at that intersection - there's a Ducati coming up fast. A bit later, he'll be driving on the highway, looping through over and over and over again, getting as much speed as he can handle.
Eventually, he runs out of gas, and he simply hops off the bike and walks it back into town, towards home. Approach?
To add insult to injury, he finds something in the mailbox with his name on it. It's a small manila envelope. There is only a photo inside, and he stares at it for a long while. It's a mugshot of him when he was 15, when he was caught trying to burglarize a museum in Italy. Considering his infamous last name in the crime world of his homeland, he was quickly booked and thrown in jail until his uncle helped get him out and cleared his name.
To anyone who approaches him, his expression is completely unreadable, blank. Crowe wasn't quite sure what Mayfield was trying to tell him with this one.
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[2] Later, there's a motorcycle zipping through town at an unsafe speed. To anyone who knows Crowe, the bike is recognizable. To anyone else, the helmet covers his telltale hair color, and the sunglasses might make it harder to tell who's driving. But you better look out if you're crossing the street, or waiting in your car at that intersection - there's a Ducati coming up fast. A bit later, he'll be driving on the highway, looping through over and over and over again, getting as much speed as he can handle.
Eventually, he runs out of gas, and he simply hops off the bike and walks it back into town, towards home. Approach?
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Date: 2011-06-16 01:23 am (UTC)Man, you're too nervous to be in a school play but you're brave enough to ride this thing.
I don't get it man.
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Date: 2011-06-16 02:12 am (UTC)Ah, there's a difference between riding this thing, and performing in front of so many people, I-I guess.
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Date: 2011-06-16 02:59 am (UTC)Yeah sure man.
I don't suppose you'd let me take a swing on that thing?
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Date: 2011-06-16 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-16 04:14 am (UTC)Anyway I can at least hitch a ride on it?
It looks badass!
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Date: 2011-06-16 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-17 04:57 am (UTC)Plus, it'd be
y'know
suggestive both of us on there like that.
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Date: 2011-06-17 03:52 pm (UTC)[AWKWARD.]
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Date: 2011-06-17 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-17 07:16 pm (UTC)No. Sorry. Wish I could lend it to you, though. Have you even ridden one before?
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Date: 2011-06-17 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-18 02:40 am (UTC)