Post by Jazz on Jan 2, 2007 14:48:55 GMT 1
Jazz entered the city of San Francisco for the actual first time on his new bought Davidson. The towers of the Golden Gate Bridge came into view a few miles out, Jazz paid little attention however. He was tired after his trip from the east coast and wanted to get to his new apartment as soon as possible. The howl of the bikes engine was all that he could feel as well as the slight breeze down his neck from the wind. As much as it as made out, Today was not one of the sunny days that you see in the brochure . It was infact very misty over the bridge, Which he knew was one of the city’s features but still didn’t expect to see it.
Jazz came to the toll at the beginning of the bridge leading into the city and slowed to a stop outside the booth. He glanced over to his left where a rather rotunt man was sitting eating his lunch, A rather large cheese sandwich with al of the trimmings. Jazz felt sick as he looked up, revving the engine a bit to get his attention. The bloke slowly looked up from his monster of a sandwich and gave Jazz a rather nasty look, as if he disturbed him as he was about to do something important.
‘’ $15 please!’’ Came the voice. Jazz put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of lose change that consisted of 1’s and coins and slapped it on the counter. After which revving the engine once more and shooting over the bridge.
A moment later he was passing over the old civil war fort that stood at the opposite edge of the bridge, which it was built over. Paying no notice he continued on his way. The bridge was disappearing into the back ground, Just as Jazz’ life in Varron was. He gave once quick glance over his shoulder and it was gone. Jazz grinned inwardly. ‘So this is how freedom feels?’ He thought to himself. He came to a set of lights that were just starting to change. Jazz revved the engine put his foot to the floor in an attempt to make it through. Which of course he did so, Pulling right he came to the main strait of the town.
‘Home!’ He thought. As he came to a large tower block. He had put his deposit on the flat a few days before leaving. It was nothing compared to his condo in Varron, but it was a start. Plus the fact that he had just spent a huge amount of money building the new Tamashi Tech building. He made a left crossing the road, being saved from the oncoming traffic by the lights that he had just run, And made his way into the parking lot.
He pulled his key out of the ignition and placed then in the pocket of his leather jacket. Un clipping the two clips at the back of his helmet and pulling it over his head, Revealing the worst form of bed head on the planet. A voice called from behind ‘’Nice do!’’
Jazz turned to find a semi attractive young woman standing just a few feet away from him, also stepping off of her bike. Jazz couldn’t really tell what kind of bike it was. He wasn’t what he would consider a biker nut hr only knew the bike that he had. She stood at around 5ft 5in and had medium length brown hair hanging down just below her shoulders.
‘’Hmph, I am not one to really care how I look. When you are as up to it as I am you tend not to think about these vein things.’’ Jazz said, sending his hand through his hair trying to sort it out.
‘’You new here?’’ Came the question. Jazz raised and eye brow towards her.
‘’Can’t you tell?’’ came Jazz retort.
The girl Just kind of giggled and made her way towards him.
‘’The name is Alice, What’s yours?’’
Jazz paused for a moment. ‘’My name is Akira Tamashi, But folk call me Jazz.’’
‘’Oh?.....okay then ‘’Jazz’’ What brings you to San Francisco?’’
Jazz kind of shrugged. ‘’Life I guess’’
‘’Oh…Okay then, It was nice to meet you, see you around Jazz.’’
Jazz nodded and turned to make his way to the lift that would take him to his room. He pulled the small card, which had the room key attached and took a quick look at it. The card stated that Jazz was in room 15 which was on the third floor of the complex. He hit three on the lift and up he went.
The doors slid open and reviled a rather plush hallway. It was Navy blue carpet with sort of sliver diamonds along it. On the hall walls hung some rather nice paintings. When Jazz approached them it was done by none other than the man who owned the building. The only reason Jazz knew this was because it was the same name that was on the card he received while back in Varron, detailing the place. Jazz grinned and made his way along to his room.
He placed the key in the lock and turned it, Making a rather loud chinking noise. The door opened to reviled a rather spacious room. Two bedrooms a big kitchen by standards and a decent sized front room. The apartment was fully furnished, as Jazz had sent the majority of his things over before he left. It looked just like his old place. Just as he took his bag into his bedroom the phone began to ring, he dropped his bag and picked up his cell and heard a voice that he didn’t expect to hear.
Jazz came to the toll at the beginning of the bridge leading into the city and slowed to a stop outside the booth. He glanced over to his left where a rather rotunt man was sitting eating his lunch, A rather large cheese sandwich with al of the trimmings. Jazz felt sick as he looked up, revving the engine a bit to get his attention. The bloke slowly looked up from his monster of a sandwich and gave Jazz a rather nasty look, as if he disturbed him as he was about to do something important.
‘’ $15 please!’’ Came the voice. Jazz put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of lose change that consisted of 1’s and coins and slapped it on the counter. After which revving the engine once more and shooting over the bridge.
A moment later he was passing over the old civil war fort that stood at the opposite edge of the bridge, which it was built over. Paying no notice he continued on his way. The bridge was disappearing into the back ground, Just as Jazz’ life in Varron was. He gave once quick glance over his shoulder and it was gone. Jazz grinned inwardly. ‘So this is how freedom feels?’ He thought to himself. He came to a set of lights that were just starting to change. Jazz revved the engine put his foot to the floor in an attempt to make it through. Which of course he did so, Pulling right he came to the main strait of the town.
‘Home!’ He thought. As he came to a large tower block. He had put his deposit on the flat a few days before leaving. It was nothing compared to his condo in Varron, but it was a start. Plus the fact that he had just spent a huge amount of money building the new Tamashi Tech building. He made a left crossing the road, being saved from the oncoming traffic by the lights that he had just run, And made his way into the parking lot.
He pulled his key out of the ignition and placed then in the pocket of his leather jacket. Un clipping the two clips at the back of his helmet and pulling it over his head, Revealing the worst form of bed head on the planet. A voice called from behind ‘’Nice do!’’
Jazz turned to find a semi attractive young woman standing just a few feet away from him, also stepping off of her bike. Jazz couldn’t really tell what kind of bike it was. He wasn’t what he would consider a biker nut hr only knew the bike that he had. She stood at around 5ft 5in and had medium length brown hair hanging down just below her shoulders.
‘’Hmph, I am not one to really care how I look. When you are as up to it as I am you tend not to think about these vein things.’’ Jazz said, sending his hand through his hair trying to sort it out.
‘’You new here?’’ Came the question. Jazz raised and eye brow towards her.
‘’Can’t you tell?’’ came Jazz retort.
The girl Just kind of giggled and made her way towards him.
‘’The name is Alice, What’s yours?’’
Jazz paused for a moment. ‘’My name is Akira Tamashi, But folk call me Jazz.’’
‘’Oh?.....okay then ‘’Jazz’’ What brings you to San Francisco?’’
Jazz kind of shrugged. ‘’Life I guess’’
‘’Oh…Okay then, It was nice to meet you, see you around Jazz.’’
Jazz nodded and turned to make his way to the lift that would take him to his room. He pulled the small card, which had the room key attached and took a quick look at it. The card stated that Jazz was in room 15 which was on the third floor of the complex. He hit three on the lift and up he went.
The doors slid open and reviled a rather plush hallway. It was Navy blue carpet with sort of sliver diamonds along it. On the hall walls hung some rather nice paintings. When Jazz approached them it was done by none other than the man who owned the building. The only reason Jazz knew this was because it was the same name that was on the card he received while back in Varron, detailing the place. Jazz grinned and made his way along to his room.
He placed the key in the lock and turned it, Making a rather loud chinking noise. The door opened to reviled a rather spacious room. Two bedrooms a big kitchen by standards and a decent sized front room. The apartment was fully furnished, as Jazz had sent the majority of his things over before he left. It looked just like his old place. Just as he took his bag into his bedroom the phone began to ring, he dropped his bag and picked up his cell and heard a voice that he didn’t expect to hear.