Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 11:52:02 GMT -5
As the purple coyote started off on the street again, he frowned suspiciously. "Pyran!" He called to the cat, speedind up a little. "Can we stop for a minute? I need to ask you something." Justin-Jay remembered the tone his sister had used when she asked him to answer the telephone. She had said something along the lines of: "Justin! It's for you. The guy says his name is "Pyran" or something." He had heard her mutter something else, but he wasn't sure what. It had to have been something like: "If you ask me, the guys crazy. Who would want to call you?" And she was right, in a way. Justin didn't have very many friends. He fought too much. Not verbally as much as physically... Not too many people the coyote knew liked fighting as much as he did. So he didn't get phone calls that often. That was why he was so happy that Pyran had called him.
Pyran slowed even more, almost falling off the board actually from the sudden stop. He stumbled, one foot touching down on the ground to stop his fall. "Huh-What? Oh, um...yea. Why?" he asked, kicking the board up and catching it in his hands, his narrowed red eyes fixed on the oddly-colored coyote.
He took a deep breath of the cool, slightly polluted humid air, wondering if it would calm him down. That's when he realized he felt uneasy in the first place. He'd been assuming it was just the unease of riding on a killing machine with nothing but your bare claws to hold you in place, but now he still couldn't shake it and he glanced around up the street as he waited for an answer.
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 12:14:43 GMT -5
Justin grabbed his board up too, and chewed on his bottom lip in thought. "I.... well.... Uhm...." he mumbled. He wasn't sure how to say it, so he said it the way it came out: "Pyran, my sister's not the coolest kid around. She might be suspicious about you, because she wasn't happy when she answered and it wasn't her boyfriend. Nobody ever calls me, and I think since you're the first one in a while, and.. After that accident by the mall and everything... I think she might've called the police." He looked up at Pyran, his blue eyes filled with worry. "I don't want you to have to hide again, and I don't like running from the cops, either. Maybe..." He shook his head and looked down again. "I don't know if I should be with you right now." Celina was a very suspicious person at times, and Justin was worried that she might overdo it this time.
Pyran just watched the kid with an absolute aura of unconcern. He planted one end of the airboard on the road and leaned heavily on it, listening. "Kid...I wouldn't worry about it. I mean your sister probably doesn't even know where we are, and I somewhat doubt she's that good. I mean...she'd have to be quite the detective to figure out it was me and where we are. Honestly, come on." Pyran grinned. But it slowly faded.
"You don't wantta be here, you can go kid. I don't blame ya. I just think you're giving your sister a wee bit too much credit in the way of brains. I mean I doubt even Einstein would have been so assuming to jump to that conclusion based on so little evidence. I doubt the police will really listen to her anyways."
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 12:28:54 GMT -5
Justin didn't dare look Pyran in the eye again. "She may have listened to our conversation, you know. We have more than one phone in the house," he said quietly, ears back. He felt like a child being scolded. He sighed. "If I do get chased by the cops, can I go with you?" he asked, lifting his head just a little. Pyran was really a nice guy if he tried, and Justin appreciated that. Having no friends got pretty lonely sometimes. Especially since Justin-Jay quit school, he didn't have 7 hours of his day taken away anymore. That especially made him bored.
He put his airboard back down carefully and put a foot on it. Shaking his head, he ignored the fact that his sister might be on his case. "Let's go," he said firmly, taking off fast, but not too fast.
"Go with--Justin, wait!" Pyran shouted. He dropped his board and kicked off the ground after him. A more experienced rider, Pyran easily caught up. "Slow down there! Look, we...let's just talk about this, okay kid? You don't want my life. I live in a hotel with a finance and a baby that isn't even mine, the real father living downstairs with his finance and baby and I have an ex-wife in GUN's force who's barely gotten over wanting to kill me! Look, just...you have a life, live it. I'd give my own legs just to have half the life you have. To be a kid again...with no blood on my hands."
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 12:44:00 GMT -5
Justin slowly stopped again. He looked up at Pyran, sadness filling his bright blue eyes. He sighed, picking up his airboard once again and sitting down on the neares street bench. "Okay, so I don't want your life. But you wouldn't want mine either. Trust me," he explained to the older cat. He looked down at his shoes. Bad memories filled his mind. All the times he had to explain to his mom why he was home so early from school. All the time he had to walk the familiar path to the principal's office. All the times he had to lie to his parents. All the times he had to hide a bruise. All the times he had to apologize to the guy who started it. All the times he was blamed for nothing. That was why he had no friends to have fun with, that was why he liked Pyran. Because Pyran didn't ask any questions.
Pyran sat down on the bench next to him, ears back, listening, waiting to see if there would be more Justin would tell. But he didn't, and Pyran didn't ask. Instead the cat continued simply. "Well it's not so much that I want your life so much as I would kill just to get any life. If that makes sense...no, of course it doesn't. It's...complicated." Pyran shook his head, listening inwardly for that hollow heartbeat. His heart had stopped actually. It did that rather often, increasingly of late. "We all have our own stories to tell, though. Our own miseries.... Not sure why we're all assigned the ones we are. Maybe it's what we need, for whatever reason. To what end? To better ourselves? Or to make us worse?" Pyran suddenly smirked. "I need to stop talking nonsense, don't I?"
And suddenly his ears were perked and he was standing again. In the distance, scarcely visible this late, a patrol vehicle was slowly making rounds down the street. Pyran doubted the police were looking for him, but if they saw him it was still a bad thing. "I think we should get moving again."
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 13:36:10 GMT -5
Justin swallowed hard, and stood up. "Yeah," he said hoarsly. He got on his airboard and shot ahead of Pyran, still heading south. On the way, he wondered if he should ask his sister about her calling the cops; if she had really done it or not. But she had, and he had no way of knowing it.
Meanwhile, the patrol car headed for the Firestone Park. Maybe that kid on the phone was right, and there was a criminal loose, but the driver had never heard about a 'Pyran'. So he kept driving. By the corner of his eye, he saw two airboarders, and ignored them. But then the officer recognized them: The purple coyote and the crazy demonic cat. The sirens flicked on and the officer drove faster towards them, but they were faster than he. "Stop fleeing! In the name of the law," the loud disembodied voice of the patrol car speeker echoed in the streets.
Pyran glanced over his shoulder. "Ah crap," he muttered darkly. He picked up speed for a moment, but then he heard sirens ahead. More cars would be coming. Pyran could outdistance them all, outrun them. He could make Justin do it too. It'd be so easy!
So why did Pyran suddenly sweep his board around the other way and stop?
He stood there, motionless, waiting for the police car to catch up. "Heh, I think this is your cue to go home, Justin."
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 14:14:28 GMT -5
"What? Why? No way! I'm staying here!" Justin protested. For emphasis. He hopped off his board, kicked it up and stood next to Pyran. Of all the times to be stubborn, Justin decided to pick this very moment. He had his part in this, so he wouldn't be chicken and run from the cops again. And that was a good thing too.
At Justin's home, just then, the phone rang. Celina expected it to be her boyfriend again, and she answered in her singsong voice. But it was the police station, declaring they had found a small purple coyote and a black cat. The officer asked if it was her little brother they had found. "The purple coyote? Yes! That's him! And the black cat is the criminal! Get rid of him," she ordered. "Immediately."
"Kid, I'm going to jail. Don't worry, I'll get out. The cops won't take you, so no worries--you haven't done anything. And don't even think about trying something." Pyran shoved his airboard into Justin's hands. "Take that for me, will you? I don't want the cops confiscating it. It's such a pain to get those things back..."
His eyes flashed up to Justin. "Please, kid? I'm doing this for a reason. There's some...business I have to attend to with an old...friend who's currently in jail. It's only hit me now to try and find him this way. It's perfect. Seriously, don't worry about me."
Post by Charmi Bëe³ on Jul 31, 2008 14:44:37 GMT -5
Justin looked at Pyran suspiciously and slowly took Pyran's airboard from him. "Mmm," he said. "I don't like the look on your face. Call me when you're out." And with that he turned and took off on his own airboard, carrying the cat's in his arms. As he got home he sighed and looked back south. His adventures with Pyran never seemed to work out right. He decided entering by his bedroom window would be a better idea, because first of all his room was on the main floor, not the basement so he could easily reach it from the back deck. That's what he did, and once Pyran's airboard was safely stored away in his closet, Justin exited his room by the window and came in the back door. It was interrogation time for Celina...
((Wait.. now the cops know Pyran's name... don't they?)) ((End it here? Or do you want to post one more time?))
((Umm...heh, I was actually expecting Justin to keep being stubborn. But anyways! Yea, sure, end after this.))
Pyran watched him go, smirking oddly. "Yea, I wouldn't like the look on my face either," Pyran chuckled. He could imagine. Red eyes alight, twisted grin...bloodlust written on every feature.
Several minutes later, after being tackled to the ground and punched a few times despite being perfectly cooperative, Pyran was handcuffed and shoved into the back of the car, the officers rushing to tell him his rights as per protocol as they got in their cars as well. A gun was trained on Pyran through the grill between the front seat and back. Well he couldn't really blame them. This was Pyran after all. He'd escaped prison before...and killed quite a few on his way. Odd that he was intending to do the same once again.