Apr 11, 2018 4:47:21 GMT -6
Post by Aaron King on Apr 11, 2018 4:47:21 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]Catch me if you can~.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
...Why, you’re gonna chuck your empty paint cans right at them, of course.
Now...context. Context is always nice, right? Well, all the context you really need is that, well… He was really just minding his own business, and all. Having a dandy of a day, actually. Skating around. Doing art. The usual. Not without hopping on outside with his face mask, his snapback hat, and his hood pulled up and all for extra caution, but...yeah. That was wasn’t really too different from the rest of his days since coming to Lyeant, honestly. If the day didn’t call for skating practice, skating tournaments, or the majority of the day working at the skate shop, then he took care to indulge within his secondary calling aside from the obvious: art. You may think to yourself, though: this guy? This guy’s into art? Some douchey looking guy who seems like he likes to wreak havoc and carnage upon some people just to watch them burn amidst the crossfire and freak out all the while?
…
...Okay, well...in all fairness, that was actually more or less true.
It was just how he had fun, though, okay?
Literally, though. He was literally just indulging in his own business yet again, but hey- apparently the cops don’t like that, y’know? He’s just going around; skating around for a spell or two to scope out the area before finding a nice slab of free, blank wall and beginning to set to work with his tools. ...Namely his spray cans, and a few brushes he always washed, dried, and hauled around with him whenever he ventured out to do crap like this. The kicker, too? He was actually making a decent amount of progress with the mural he was working on, then someone - he didn’t know who specifically; just assumed that it was some shmuck on the street - decided to call him out and report him to the nearest cops. Which...yeah, he did expect. After all, he could only go scot free for so long. But still, man.
Way to be a buzzkill.
So...yeah. Midway into another kickass mural, he got the cops called on him, and he packed his shit up and booked it outta there faster than a he decked kids in the face when he as a kid. Good times, and all, but...yeah. Point it, he gathered his things and snagged himself a one way ticket away from that fiasco to come with nothing more but his bag and board to accompany him. That day specifically, though? ...That day, the cops seemed to be especially persistent.
...Evident by the fact that he sped down the sidewalk on his skateboard; carefully and swiftly weaving around the crowds hastily and muttering curses under his breath as a couple of officers on foot sprinted after him.
Y’know. ‘In the name of the law’, and all that overrated bullshit.
”Arceus, man… Just lay the fuck off, already…!” he murmured under his breath; clicking his tongue softly as he continued down the walkways. He veered around a corner swiftly before pushing along with his foot a couple more times and reaching into his bag; briefly turning around on his board to skate backwards for no more than a few seconds. With a careful aim as he continuously moved along, he narrowed his eyes while focusing upon the officers before quite literally chucking a couple of empty paint cans their way to at least vaguely distract them before facing forward once more. He glanced among the ongoing traffic; taking a quick note of the cars stopped before him at the incoming intersection, and taking that to his advantage. Aaron Joseph leaned down after slamming down from the curb; swiftly and briefly picking his board up to rapidly vault over a couple of cars - and earning a few honks from their drivers in the process - before tossing his board back down and continuing down the sidewalks with his momentum as if nothing had even happened.
The things I do for art, man… he thought to himself; only peering over his shoulder for a moment to gauge how far the authorities were behind him before picking his speed up a little bit. Geez… The art world better be really damn thankful to have such a devoted person contributing~. Running from the fucking popo really often in the name of art… Goddamn~...
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
...Why, you’re gonna chuck your empty paint cans right at them, of course.
Now...context. Context is always nice, right? Well, all the context you really need is that, well… He was really just minding his own business, and all. Having a dandy of a day, actually. Skating around. Doing art. The usual. Not without hopping on outside with his face mask, his snapback hat, and his hood pulled up and all for extra caution, but...yeah. That was wasn’t really too different from the rest of his days since coming to Lyeant, honestly. If the day didn’t call for skating practice, skating tournaments, or the majority of the day working at the skate shop, then he took care to indulge within his secondary calling aside from the obvious: art. You may think to yourself, though: this guy? This guy’s into art? Some douchey looking guy who seems like he likes to wreak havoc and carnage upon some people just to watch them burn amidst the crossfire and freak out all the while?
…
...Okay, well...in all fairness, that was actually more or less true.
It was just how he had fun, though, okay?
Literally, though. He was literally just indulging in his own business yet again, but hey- apparently the cops don’t like that, y’know? He’s just going around; skating around for a spell or two to scope out the area before finding a nice slab of free, blank wall and beginning to set to work with his tools. ...Namely his spray cans, and a few brushes he always washed, dried, and hauled around with him whenever he ventured out to do crap like this. The kicker, too? He was actually making a decent amount of progress with the mural he was working on, then someone - he didn’t know who specifically; just assumed that it was some shmuck on the street - decided to call him out and report him to the nearest cops. Which...yeah, he did expect. After all, he could only go scot free for so long. But still, man.
Way to be a buzzkill.
So...yeah. Midway into another kickass mural, he got the cops called on him, and he packed his shit up and booked it outta there faster than a he decked kids in the face when he as a kid. Good times, and all, but...yeah. Point it, he gathered his things and snagged himself a one way ticket away from that fiasco to come with nothing more but his bag and board to accompany him. That day specifically, though? ...That day, the cops seemed to be especially persistent.
...Evident by the fact that he sped down the sidewalk on his skateboard; carefully and swiftly weaving around the crowds hastily and muttering curses under his breath as a couple of officers on foot sprinted after him.
Y’know. ‘In the name of the law’, and all that overrated bullshit.
”Arceus, man… Just lay the fuck off, already…!” he murmured under his breath; clicking his tongue softly as he continued down the walkways. He veered around a corner swiftly before pushing along with his foot a couple more times and reaching into his bag; briefly turning around on his board to skate backwards for no more than a few seconds. With a careful aim as he continuously moved along, he narrowed his eyes while focusing upon the officers before quite literally chucking a couple of empty paint cans their way to at least vaguely distract them before facing forward once more. He glanced among the ongoing traffic; taking a quick note of the cars stopped before him at the incoming intersection, and taking that to his advantage. Aaron Joseph leaned down after slamming down from the curb; swiftly and briefly picking his board up to rapidly vault over a couple of cars - and earning a few honks from their drivers in the process - before tossing his board back down and continuing down the sidewalks with his momentum as if nothing had even happened.
The things I do for art, man… he thought to himself; only peering over his shoulder for a moment to gauge how far the authorities were behind him before picking his speed up a little bit. Geez… The art world better be really damn thankful to have such a devoted person contributing~. Running from the fucking popo really often in the name of art… Goddamn~...
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Jae-hwa Choi , (-insert cops theme song here-)
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