Post by alucard4099 on Nov 21, 2005 6:49:14 GMT -5
Surrounded by the darkness and hardships of the alley life of the Roppongi streets is where the night begins for Ren. Ren was just starting his night tonight, *Rattle* *Rattle* the sound of Krylon spray cans shaking around in his book bag as he skated through the darkness. He had scouted out this spot for weeks. He was always on the look out for two things in life. The next great spot to spray his mark and the next great spot to skate at.
This week he found the perfect spot, He had to scout it out in this area because if he didn't he could easily be shot by either drug dealers or yakuza. Both of which is easy to happen when you don't know your way around Roppongi. But Ren was born and raised in the neon glow of Tokyo's hottest night spots in Roppongi. He was always around Yakuza, Considering his father was the local boss. His dad always wanted him to follow in his footsteps but he never cared about anything but skating and graf.
When ever you walk around in Roppongi and you see SaY! sprayed somewhere you know Ren was there. That night was the night that would change his life. He found his back alley heaven. What he had stumbled across was a small abandoned complex full of marble ledges and rails. That night he was prepared to leave his mark, In his book bag was nine Krylon spray cans. He was ready to paint his first mural. Not only was he going to paint the whole complex he was going to be the first to skate it.
He got to the complex around 12, First he went and did a little exercise to loosen him up. "I'm so Fucking ready for this" He said and without hesitation he jumped from the large slanted marble counter and down on his first run. He started with going on a table and Sole grinding it. His grind was flawless, All his motions seemed prefect. "Nothing can stop me now" Was the thought that passed through his mind. He 360ed off the table to the ground. He felt completely empowered.
Later that night he was ready to put down his skates and trade them for a spray can. He slipped off his skates and slipped on his black Addias Stan Smiths and pulled out his Ipod and turned on Mos Def. He stopped and saw the beauty that was the black wall. Like a blank canvas, He saw this wall as Michelangelo saw the ceiling of the Sisteen Chapel. He got started pulling out a Krylon spray can with a neon green cap, Putting up his out line. He took care of this painting as a mother takes care of her new born child. Because this picture to him was like his child. Hour after hour he let the music flow threw his ears past his brain down to his arms and out of the can. Green, Orange, Black, These were his colors he used to create his master piece. When he finished he looked at it, it was about 10 foot by 5 foot. He thought " My art will never been any better than this". He thought it was time to pick up his skates and start back. He slipped back on his Salomon skates and preceded to start again.
He turned his Ipod to Bury Your Dead. The screaming hardcore gave him even more energy, His adrenaline rushed even faster. He began to jump tables, He jumped one in a pose that look like something from the front of an Air Jordan shoe.
"Its time" He whispered as if talking to a ghost. He went to the giant 15 foot long ledge. He gained speed 360 onto the ledge holding his right skate boot grinding along with one foot. Up in the air he went to 180 down falling on the grinding plates of both his skates. "Only about six feet left" He thought. Little did he know that would be the longest six feet of his life. He did another 180 back around to land back to grinding with one foot. He was going at a nice speed just enough to come out on the end of the ledge. Just as he looked down to see if he needed to adjust his feet he saw a giant crack in the marble. The cracked ledge gave way at that point making him jump trying to position himself to land. He landed alright, He landed sideways. He fell straight on the edge of the ledge, he fell right on the corner right at his temple. Blood started to pour. His last sight was his mural he had just painted. The spray cans in his back pack killed his back on the landing. While blood was gushing out of his side temple he smiled. He said" I hope someday someone see that, that was my master piece". He then fell into a coma like sleep.
He died from hemorrhaging and blood loss. He died with a smile on his face.
This week he found the perfect spot, He had to scout it out in this area because if he didn't he could easily be shot by either drug dealers or yakuza. Both of which is easy to happen when you don't know your way around Roppongi. But Ren was born and raised in the neon glow of Tokyo's hottest night spots in Roppongi. He was always around Yakuza, Considering his father was the local boss. His dad always wanted him to follow in his footsteps but he never cared about anything but skating and graf.
When ever you walk around in Roppongi and you see SaY! sprayed somewhere you know Ren was there. That night was the night that would change his life. He found his back alley heaven. What he had stumbled across was a small abandoned complex full of marble ledges and rails. That night he was prepared to leave his mark, In his book bag was nine Krylon spray cans. He was ready to paint his first mural. Not only was he going to paint the whole complex he was going to be the first to skate it.
He got to the complex around 12, First he went and did a little exercise to loosen him up. "I'm so Fucking ready for this" He said and without hesitation he jumped from the large slanted marble counter and down on his first run. He started with going on a table and Sole grinding it. His grind was flawless, All his motions seemed prefect. "Nothing can stop me now" Was the thought that passed through his mind. He 360ed off the table to the ground. He felt completely empowered.
Later that night he was ready to put down his skates and trade them for a spray can. He slipped off his skates and slipped on his black Addias Stan Smiths and pulled out his Ipod and turned on Mos Def. He stopped and saw the beauty that was the black wall. Like a blank canvas, He saw this wall as Michelangelo saw the ceiling of the Sisteen Chapel. He got started pulling out a Krylon spray can with a neon green cap, Putting up his out line. He took care of this painting as a mother takes care of her new born child. Because this picture to him was like his child. Hour after hour he let the music flow threw his ears past his brain down to his arms and out of the can. Green, Orange, Black, These were his colors he used to create his master piece. When he finished he looked at it, it was about 10 foot by 5 foot. He thought " My art will never been any better than this". He thought it was time to pick up his skates and start back. He slipped back on his Salomon skates and preceded to start again.
He turned his Ipod to Bury Your Dead. The screaming hardcore gave him even more energy, His adrenaline rushed even faster. He began to jump tables, He jumped one in a pose that look like something from the front of an Air Jordan shoe.
"Its time" He whispered as if talking to a ghost. He went to the giant 15 foot long ledge. He gained speed 360 onto the ledge holding his right skate boot grinding along with one foot. Up in the air he went to 180 down falling on the grinding plates of both his skates. "Only about six feet left" He thought. Little did he know that would be the longest six feet of his life. He did another 180 back around to land back to grinding with one foot. He was going at a nice speed just enough to come out on the end of the ledge. Just as he looked down to see if he needed to adjust his feet he saw a giant crack in the marble. The cracked ledge gave way at that point making him jump trying to position himself to land. He landed alright, He landed sideways. He fell straight on the edge of the ledge, he fell right on the corner right at his temple. Blood started to pour. His last sight was his mural he had just painted. The spray cans in his back pack killed his back on the landing. While blood was gushing out of his side temple he smiled. He said" I hope someday someone see that, that was my master piece". He then fell into a coma like sleep.
He died from hemorrhaging and blood loss. He died with a smile on his face.
