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[perfectsymmetry]

[It's been obvious lately, since after Christmas, that Crowe hadn't been feeling like himself. He's been depressed ever since, doing his best to not show it. But today, Mayfield has decided to cheer him up, it seems. Suddenly there's another Christmas tree in his house this morning. And under that tree is a 2009 Ducati 1198 Superbike. He stares at it for a long time, rereading the note, looking it over... Santa? No. He *knows* this is from home. His birthday present from his dad. This was what he was promised for when he turned 17, and it's shown up here!

Crowe pushes it outside, pops on the helmet that was included, and rides off! There's going to be some problems though. Crowe was still learning how to ride back home, which was over 10 months ago now. So not only is he a newbie on a very fast bike, he's rusty. Better look out because he's coming your way! He'll be making awkward starts and stops, shaking and stalling out... but he manages to stay upright at least. But no one noticed him knocking himself into that mailbox, did they...? It doesn't seem to bother him though, as anyone who listens can hear him laughing. Feel free to stop him - maybe he's taking a breather, or maybe he almost ran you over. Oops. He'll be sorry, really. He'll also be stopping by his friends' houses to show off, and making an extra special stop at 1489 Kramden Road to pick up a certain special someone.]

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[russefeiring.livejournal.com]

_{[By the time Crowe rolls around, Norway is staring down at the ground from a tree with a look that flatly says 'I am not amused.' What's he looking at, anyways? The answer is that pesky troll he recently got back from the town.]}

I'm not coming down until you get that look off your face. ...Don't take that tone with me. No. You can't. Because it's a nice tree. I don't care--Listen to me, you oaf--!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[The motorcycle rolls up and bucks to a halt. Oops. He missed his chance to pu up looking all smooth… but that's okay as Norway seems occupied. Crowe pulls off his helmet and calls up to him.]

Oi. Everything alright…?

[russefeiring.livejournal.com]

Yer an oaf 'cause ya got a thick skull like th'other on--

_{[When the sound reaches his ears, both he and the troll look over with a curious expression. At least he doesn't look so... Emotionless this time!]}

Crowe? ...Didn't know ya were stopping by. Would've made the idiot disappear for awhile. _{[And then he grumbles something to the invisible creature before he jumps down from his branch.]}

S'just a troll.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Well, you're not the first person Crowe knows in town with invisible friends.]

Oh. Troll?

Ah, well, I just… I-I got this today. [Indicates the bike] And uh, I was wondering if, you wanted to go for a ride maybe…?

[russefeiring.livejournal.com]

Mm. Troll. Small one, but still a pest.

_{[Warily, he approaches the bike. He's staying a good five or six feet away from it though.]}

...Is it safe? It looks like a sleeker version of those louder bicycles that you'd see running around the streets._{[And smaller.]} ...Are you sure it's a two-person machine?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[And here's Kay, out front to hear what the noise was all about.]

"Hey! Pretty nice ride!"

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He waves. Ahaha SO EXCITED.]

Isn't it?! I can hardly believe it!

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

"I bet you were really surprised to see that parked under the Christmas tree, huh? Makes my new TV and DVD player look pretty lame by comparison."

[Still, though, she's clearly very impressed and happy for him.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I'm still waiting for the catch. This seems to good to be true.

Hey, that's pretty great too! I wonder if anyone in town has DVDs they've gotten back yet. You got some before, right?

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[as you're going by]

What the hell!? No fair!!

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He stops, and pulls off the helmet, grinning like a madman.]

Hey, if you ask nice, I'll let you try it sometime!

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Nnnnn...

[Pride or

MOTORCYCLE]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He laughs. OH SHIKI.] Sorry. I just... I can't believe they sent this. It feels like a dream.

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Crowe - you're about to hit a familiar face riding a giant bird! Thankfully, the bird makes a terrified "KWEEEEH!" sound before just getting out of the way]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He skids to a stop and pulls off his helmet to gawk at you.]

Zidane?! Wh-what is--?

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

Whoah.....easy! Steady...easy...[Giant bird thing is backing a way a little and Zidane tries to restrain it. Once he succeeds, he turns to Crowe]

Geez, that was close...

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Yeah... sorry... I-I just wasn't expecting anyone to come out riding on a giant bird. Zidane, that's pretty incredible! Was it left for you as a Christmas present too?

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

[He walks by and notices Crowe on his motorcycle, but he seems to be taking a breather right now]

...A motorcycle? Did you regain it recently?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He smiles brightly!] Yeah! I just got it this morning.

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

What's the model and brand?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ducati 1198. I still can't believe they sent this to me. I keep waiting for something to go wrong with it.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Christ Crowe! Watch where you're going with that thing! You're lucky Ken has assassin like reflexes and you weren't going that fast]

WHAT THE HELL

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He brakes and turns back to you, taking off his helmet.]

Ah, Ken! Sorry!

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Eh? Crowe? I thought that was you! [Don't worry, he's recovered from his near heart attack]

Where on earth did you get that! [Ken walks over to investigate the Ducati]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He grins ear to ear.]

The town just sent it to me as a Christmas gift. But if you ask me... this came from home. From my dad.