Post by Kallen Kozuki on Jul 5, 2008 14:02:53 GMT -5
The blood pumping through the veins.
The mad deathgrip on the handles.
The feeling of the wind whipping through her hair, making the hair float upwards.
Her visor was down over her grey-blue eyes which were narrowed, but not from anger for once, but concentration. Though the ride was exhilerating she had to keep it together or she was going to wipe out.
Her hair whipped out behind her in short red strips. Normally it was stylized so that it would stay stiff and out behind her head like a gritty crimson fan but even as much hair gel as she used couldn't stand up to these speeds.
She was thankful for her brother's headband holding back her bangs. Otherwise she would've lost sight of the track long ago.
Track? No... it was a street, wasn't it?
Wrong. The streets were the track. Not that higher up track in Neo Domino. Out here, all you had was your bike and a deck of cards for protection. Surprisingly enough, it turned out pretty well.
She made a turn and ended up skidding but she was an expert at manipulating this equiptment by now. She skidded right into an alleyway but instead of trying to brake she just kept going, kept revving up the engine, going faster and faster.
Some people would never believe that this was duel training.
The bike whipped by in a flash of black with one white streak down the length. The seat was made of a comfortable pleather substance and right below the handlebars was a slot to put her duel disc down into. It had major adaptations to it, because the duel disc that she used was a duel disc that had been used by her great grandfather on her mother's side. A British man by the name of Padmore, he had used the duel discs of the age of Old Domino, and with a few modifications it was easy for Kallen Kozuki to fit it to her D-Wheel.
Or rather, her brother's D-Wheel.
She also had a deck that mirrored that of her British great-grandfather's. It was an old Batteryman deck. No Psychics. No Synchros or Tuners. No, just plain OTK wiping.
Seemed to suit the gritty Kallen.
She turned another corner and rocks started to fling up around her from the speed. They hit the leather outfit she was wearing. That was one thing she was always grateful for. It was how thick her riding suit was. It deflected most injuries, but it was simple with no real technology within it.
Finally, she came to a stop outside an old garage. It was her own personal garage, one that she had shared with her brother Hiroshi when he was alive. She wheeled the D-Wheel in and got to work on tuning it up. Some of the responses had been a bit delayed... perhaps there was a way to fix that.
The mad deathgrip on the handles.
The feeling of the wind whipping through her hair, making the hair float upwards.
Her visor was down over her grey-blue eyes which were narrowed, but not from anger for once, but concentration. Though the ride was exhilerating she had to keep it together or she was going to wipe out.
Her hair whipped out behind her in short red strips. Normally it was stylized so that it would stay stiff and out behind her head like a gritty crimson fan but even as much hair gel as she used couldn't stand up to these speeds.
She was thankful for her brother's headband holding back her bangs. Otherwise she would've lost sight of the track long ago.
Track? No... it was a street, wasn't it?
Wrong. The streets were the track. Not that higher up track in Neo Domino. Out here, all you had was your bike and a deck of cards for protection. Surprisingly enough, it turned out pretty well.
She made a turn and ended up skidding but she was an expert at manipulating this equiptment by now. She skidded right into an alleyway but instead of trying to brake she just kept going, kept revving up the engine, going faster and faster.
Some people would never believe that this was duel training.
The bike whipped by in a flash of black with one white streak down the length. The seat was made of a comfortable pleather substance and right below the handlebars was a slot to put her duel disc down into. It had major adaptations to it, because the duel disc that she used was a duel disc that had been used by her great grandfather on her mother's side. A British man by the name of Padmore, he had used the duel discs of the age of Old Domino, and with a few modifications it was easy for Kallen Kozuki to fit it to her D-Wheel.
Or rather, her brother's D-Wheel.
She also had a deck that mirrored that of her British great-grandfather's. It was an old Batteryman deck. No Psychics. No Synchros or Tuners. No, just plain OTK wiping.
Seemed to suit the gritty Kallen.
She turned another corner and rocks started to fling up around her from the speed. They hit the leather outfit she was wearing. That was one thing she was always grateful for. It was how thick her riding suit was. It deflected most injuries, but it was simple with no real technology within it.
Finally, she came to a stop outside an old garage. It was her own personal garage, one that she had shared with her brother Hiroshi when he was alive. She wheeled the D-Wheel in and got to work on tuning it up. Some of the responses had been a bit delayed... perhaps there was a way to fix that.
