Grayson “Lorde” Brixton | Male | 15 | Rogue

A rush of adrenaline picked up as the boy soared through an alley. He needed somewhere to hide and fast. Otherwise he probably wouldn’t be able to board for a few days. Selling intel was risky, and he was about to pay for it if he wasn’t careful.

He gave a quick glance below him at his board. The Spartan symbol staring straight back at him. He was supposed to get it removed, couldn’t do it though. Anyways he wasn’t going to get rid of the tattoo either. The old symbol rested on his right wrist in black ink with a slight trace of blue.

The boarders behind him were out of practice, possibly as they continued to slow down behind them. Or maybe he was just going so fast. He reached the more populated town portion and as soon as he hit the sidewalk took off running. His board underneath his arm he opened the nearest door and slipped inside. It slammed shut behind him. Pushing himself against the wall he looked over his shoulder out the window. The few who had been chasing him continued straight on.

Giving a breath of relief he turned his board in his hands checking for damage. With none to be found he finally looked straight forward. A bookstore. That’s something you didn’t see everyday. The boy didn’t spend much time in the inner portions. The backstreets was where his type of racing went on. High bets, high stakes, sometimes death.

Deciding against leaving yet, in case they were still about he started down a shelf of books. The dusty smell reminding him of something that was so far in his past.

He was soon approached by a man who was in a wheelchair. A bit uncommon, but who else would be running a bookstore. Upon hearing his question he prepared for answer but the man kept talking. The man looked rather hardened and Grayson turned to look at him when his tone changed. A bit odd for a dude in a wheelchair.

Upon him asking him to leave the boy gave a slight nod. “"Yeah, sure man. Just give me a second."” Stretching out his knee he gave it a quick rub. Old injury, running not stretched probably didn’t help him much.

As the man wheeled past him he caught his words. Graysons eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side.

“"A stupid thing, huh. And your life is so much better right? Rolling around and shelving books...”"

Grayson knew he was picking a fight, but what was this guy gonna do? Stand up? Right. He was in a wheelchair for a reason. Oh, for a reason....

“"Let me guess... You had a little falling off with your board? Just a hunch. Please correct me if I’'m wrong.”"

Grayson "Lorde" Brixton |Male|15|Rogue Mentions: Rhys

Grayson gave a slight scoff at his words. His dark green eyes focusing on the now smirking bookkeeper.

"You mustn't blame my mother. It's hard to teach from the grave".

He hoisted his board in his arms again and began to trace the Spartan symbol on his board. Typically Rogue's didn't have a symbol on their board. He was just too 'loyal' or so he told himself to take it off.

He glanced at the doors as they were motioned to, but he had a feeling the conversation wasn't necessarily over yet. He gave a slight grin, his tongue did get him in quite a bit of unneeded trouble. Grayson didn't really didn't have a off switch in that department.

He walked over with a slight limp that always followed him around to the counter and leaned with his right elbow. Listening to his offer he gave a slight nod. It was doable. Anyways, he'd been up all night. Going straight into another race wouldn't do him much good.

"Oh?" He tilted his head a slight bit. "Beautiful women? I might just have to stay around for a little while longer."

He tapped his fingers on the counter for a second before analyzing the store. Without looking at the bookkeeper he inquired once more.

"What happened anyways?"

In a blur of grey and green Ash zipped around the corner of the underground tunnels, going at a speed that was in no way considered safe. He crouched low, fingers gripping the edge of his board as he took the turn at a sharp angle, a shower of sparks lighting up the dimly lit area as the bottom of the board brushed the wall. It was his grey and gold board, not as fast as his other but it still got the job done. Ash's laughter echoed behind him as he straightened again, leaning forward to coax more speed out of his board. His face was alight with adrenaline, a wide grin spread across his face, and his body was languid and relaxed as he raced, flowing with the board like it was an extension of his body. His eyes, however, were sharp and calculating, locked on the figure in front of him with a steely intensity.

The finish line was fast approaching, and Ash could see in the way his opponent leaned forward that he knew it too and was eager to end it. Ash's grin widened, unconcerned. He waited for the precise moment, then abruptly changed his stance; he moved his left foot, the leading foot, forward a step, and adjusted his right foot for better balance behind him. The Ash leaned forward, urging his board into a greater burst of speed. He caught up to his opponent quickly, and even paused for a brief moment when he lined up with the guy. Ash lifted his hand, flashing his fingers in a peace sign with a playful grin before darting ahead, crossing the line a second before the other.

The tunnel opened into a larger space, but the two boarders still had to pull up quickly to avoid slamming against the wall directly opposite the tunnel's exit. Ash pulled up in a smooth curve, turning to face his opponent. A few moments later three more boarders darted out of the tunnel, forcing Ash to fly up a bit to avoid a collision. He had kind of forgotten they were racing too, in all honestly. Him and the other guy had been in the lead the entire time. They were all a part of a small crew that Ash had challenged simply for the fun of it, just for the sake of something to do. He grinned happily at the group, who returned the look with scowls. "Well that was fun, thanks for the race. Better luck next time!" He said in a bright tone and with a brief wave, before turning and quickly disappearing down another tunnel. Ash hadn't wanted anything if he won, he had plenty of points as it was, so there was no reason to stick around. Besides, he had more important things to do. Like finding food for example; he was starving.

Ash quickly navigated his way out the of the tunnels, and before long was above ground again, blinking to adjust to the light. Checking his bracelet, he noted it was still fairly early and he sighed. He had always been more of a morning person, up with the sun most days, and the same was true for today. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Ash leaned forward to get moving again, cruising down the sidewalk in search for somewhere good to eat as he whistled a popular tune.