05-02-2016, 02:08 PM
Quote:Your name is AARON, you like to RIDE and BUILD HOVERBORDS. You are a little over 4 MONTHS from your 18 BIRTHDAY. You are very protective of your FRIENDS. You like to BUILD and use things like spray paint bombs to ANNOY your DAD. You deliver parcels with your FREE-RUNNING skills and your HOVERBOARD. Your dad is a Stormtrooper in the POLICE FORCE, which the thing he works for is the one thing you HATE. You have also taken upon yourself the task of putting the HURT on those who have done so to your friends.
THWAP
Another package hit the door of its destined household as Aaron zoomed past, causing a few clouds of dust to puff up into small clouds that settled soon after he passed. Down a few more alleys, climb a dew more fences.
THWWAP
And that was the last one for today, now to just--
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Aaron yelped as he was thrown off the hoverboard, barely managing to catch himself and roll to his feet, watching the contraption sputter and heave as it smacked into a nearby wall with a loud crack. The smell of burning fumes lingered in the air.
"Dammit..." He groaned as he jogged over to the board, frowning at the new chip in it. He quickly swooped it up and changed his route to head to his shop, where he kept most of the tools necessary to fix up his hoverboard in cases like these. Luckily, he seemed to be just as fast on foot as he was on the board, scaling walls and hopping in and out of traffic until he came to a rest in front of the place.
With a smile he unlocked the door and turned on the lights, one of them flickering for a moment before finally keeping on, all while he made his way to the bench in the back, sliding over some paint bombs while slamming his board on top of the bench with a thud. He reached over and snagged a few tools before getting to work on his most treasured companion.
>> Aaron: Repair the hoverboard