Quorra & Brendon

[Ayrn]

The sun crept over the hills slolwy, summer's fading wind seemed to whip through the oak branches that led up the winding path laid full of river stone. Their colors dashed in spotty grey and sandstone pigmints chipped away by the weather and time past, dips and divits littered the one lane drive upward until the eye ran out of view. There a top the knoll sat a run down shack, nothing special and far from decent. A light beaming from a small window at the side of the house led one to peek inside ever so quietly. Skull lay upon the decreped table that looked centuries old merely a single flame danced in the wind from sed parted window pane. His skin was tan yet one could easily see with their own eyes something was not quiet right with him. Something abnormal possibly a sickness due to the lack of moisture he seemed to have to his complexion. Hair is short and cut rather like a marine would wear it yet there where no camoflauge decoured jackets inside this place. Body was well muscled yet not to the point of over disgust simply painted over with drawings from his life story. The rest of the place seemed dim and dank, a musty scent caught into one's nasel cavity if they where to stray to near to this place...you may be thinking he lives in this old shack; you would be correct had it been near 17 years earlier. Half of the back wall was still blown into splinters only a sheet seperated the outside world from he inside. fist seemed to bang the table as the old wooden chair was slung back upon his stance. Breath inhaled deeply into his lungs as a singular tear came from his amber visage, exiting there just to be rid of the memories from that horrid day he found himself starting the four wheeler he had arrived on and almost dying in break neck speed down the driveway. Sliding to a pause at the end near the road leading to town he looked at the dust settle around him, small pebbels that had been slung into the air now littered the area around him. Skull shook lightly, some may have called him an outgoing young man...others...well they called him insane for the adriline he sought for. It made the pain subside for what seemed like a short while instead of being there constantly reminding him of his past. Placing the exquisitly designed helmet over his head and adjusting the goggles that kept his field of vision free of anything the key rolled over to the on position and his thumb pressed the square object to start the engine. Four wheels screamed through the town toward the local fair grounds, mind you it was no small affair considering he was showing up. You could say it was a blessing or a curse to ever lay eyes upon Brandon Skrillix Mcall, he was more than a mystery to all. Leaving the atv in its rightfull position steel toed boots seemed to sink in the loose soil that scattered the track area until he hit the gravel road leading to a tiny booth in the corner of the grounds. It was rather tainted with the general fair coloration; bright and distracting; the only thing he was interested in was the cash prize that came from the race he was entering, it would be enough ... just enough. Writing his information upon the smudged paper and allowing them to see his licence he eventually paid them the enterence and got his number...27. It was a fair number nothing special about it nothing horrible. Now all there was to do is to wait for the time to come when his blood would flow through his veins and send his heart into a surge of thumping fits until the finish line had been crossed and he held the money inside his palm.

[Ayrn]

Heart pounded in her chest feeling as though it was going to leave her ribcage at any moment, adrenaline pumped through veins causing nerve endings to tingle in anticipation of the upcoming event. Breathing was ragged, it was this split moment that would make or break the evening for her when she made the final sign as a nod of her head in the direction of her partner that stood across from her, the black Andalusian was poised as hoof beats were rhythmic in the canter he composed around the arena, she had done this so many times that really the nerves should not affect her in the way that they were right now. Leaping bounds then carry her towards the horse whose eye was now on her though the strides then continue as he was trained. He barely even acknowledged her as slender physique was then flung to his body cat like motions then carrying out a series of impressive acrobatic moves. The crowd had been waiting all evening for this part of Capall, the Irish circus in which she performed with. The two almost identical horses proving to be crowd pleasers as there was roar within the crowd that was nearly deafening. The next act was a partner vaulting series where she was partnered up with Dante, the man that had been her partner for the entire summer when she started. He hoisted her up towards the galloping horse but what she did not account for was the man stumbling forward, and that was as quickly as it happened being tossed over the animals back and beneath the thundering hooves. Cayo tried his best to avoid the girl but it was to no avail being right beneath him. With a gasp she then awoke with her blankets wrapped around her neck as the dream had then replayed yet another time and a small groan left her lips. Looking down to her right arm it was still in a cast reminding her that the nightmare had been much more than just a dream. After the injury both her and Dante had been sent on a leave, he returned to Ireland where she then returned to where her mother and aunt lived. The house was already hot and yet the sun had barely even risen as she stepped out of her room, dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top. Her aunt sat at the breakfast table with her little cousin. Hey Q, how would you like to entertain Riley for the day? She managed a meek smile even though just the thought of the day with the young child sounded repulsive. I would love to. What she did not know was that the kid had his entire day planned out and she was dragged all over town, when finally it came for what she thought to be time for him to return back to his mother he announced something about someone being in town and that they needed to go see some sort of a race. She nodded simply to please the kid, knowing that she did not get to see him often since she was in school in Ireland for the majority of the year and then traveling with Capall during the summer. So when she then took a seat in the bleachers her cousin turned to her exclaiming. That’s him. And pointing at a man in the distance.

[Ayrn]

His shoulders popped slightly as it was the smaller class races first. He was anxious, swet beaded on his brow as he looked over toward his set of wheels and smiled. he had broken himself to build the four wheeler to the manner at which he wanted it. A beast powered by KTM racing motors, its design was coustom from its blackwash plastics with ghost flames greyed into them lightly to the skull holding two smoking pistols with the word "outlaw" drenched above it. Honestly he was like the bike itself, hard to come by and full of power. His life had been far from perfect but that was anyones story when you talked to them, always making theirs seem worse than yours when really it sounds like a slice of cake compared to what you have been through. Grasping the duffel bag to his left he unzipped it quickly and pulled out the racing gear he would be decked out in. a pair of metal mulisha pants and slid them over top a pair of regualr basketball shorts, the long sleeve racing jearsy would be rather warm today but he wasn't going to allow himself to get injured ... not now. The chest protector bore a blackened cage around his torso with the fox emblem in the center of it over his heart. Boots where tightned up and latched into place on his limbs with ease before he pocketed the gloves and rested the helmet over his bikes seat. He had done this to many times, it was getting old but he loved the speed it brought and the feeling of pulsing down a track near one hundred miles an hour and any slight turn of your handle bar could demolish your entire existance. Today though it was a bit more simple than a drag race, several different men and women where there to pull four laps around a strigically made course with jumps and what not laced through it's caverns. A mere prick to the finger for the things he had done so many times back in the woods on this bike, nothing could beat the freedom he felt when he was away and out of public sight. Of course he was known for winning races, a few magizines had taken his photo before and tried to write up a story of him with the scanty details he would give them of his live and existance then there was the other reason he was known the tragic fall of his life. It was a never mind type situation he didn't have time to even consider this anylonger as he shoved the helmet over his skull and laced the latch to tighten it snuggly upon him. Streatching the gloves over his hands he took a deep breath inward and let it out getting the nerves that always came no matter what out of his gut. The exhaust seemed to overtake any conversation that was going on as several four wheelers started up and began to rev toward the line. The HMF let the 4 stroke smoke fly into the atomshphere as he sat there geared into second for a good start out of the gate revving the engine to make sure it was warm. It was a matter of seconds before everyone else clambered to the gate, a rapid gaze out at the crowd as if he was to be expecting someone to be there watching him was givin before he settled on the girl with the sign labled 30 in the center of the track. Straight, sidways, down...the gate dropped and three including him pulled out in front. He was used to this type of thing, it wasn't anything new to him at all. A few sharp turns and a few sailing jumps before he made the lead position, now it was merely time to make a gap between him and the second place racer. Gearing up yet again the four wheeler seemed to fly around the track yet someone was right with him still. The racers did continue to build their edge each year in these places...no matter though he was simply playing around with the idea and decided to get down to business. Crossing the line he didn't celebrate like many do he simply took his victory lap around the track. Dust and dirt debry flew from his back tires when he spun the center of the track for the heck of it all. He loved the fun of a race, pulling the helmet and gloves from his body he uncinched the chest protector driving to the same place he had been parked. Unfortunately he had nothing mor to do now until the rest of the races where done and over with....simply waiting was the hard part.

[Ayrn]

To say that this was her ideal afternoon would have been far from what she was thinking as she took a seat in the metal bleachers along with the boy that was nearly vibrating with excitement, he was the only thing that was making this bearable. This was not at all her scene, she was used to being well mannered and a part of etiquette classes and graceful and acrobatic as it was expected of her when she was performing this sport was certainly a hell of a lot different. While she risked her life every time she was in the ring with the two 1000 pound horses in which her and Dante used in the lead performance it was never like this, to her this had too many unknown factors. She knew that she was always able to trust Cayo, she had a bond with the large horse and it was the same with Dante and his mare. But at the same time she was not out there trying to maneuver them around a course that looked as though she would not even like to walk on her never mind ride something through it. She was in a well groomed arena with the best footing to ensure that injuries of both the horses and performers were kept to a minimum up until the last year Capall did not have a reserve team that would be ready and waiting in case something were to happen to her and Dante over the summer and that was a lot of weight to be carrying on her shoulders knowing that they depended on her not to get hurt and it would be devastating if she were to be injured but soon enough the other two girls stepped up to take their place while they were off on leave. She only had a month until she was predicted to be out of the cast and able to be back in training so she was very glad that she was not going to lose too much fitness and it would be an easy transition back into it. She was terribly glad that the injuries had not been worse. She found that as the race started though that she was rather mesmerized trying her best to predict who was going to win though she did not know anything about all this. Riley was right on the edge of his seat and when his favourite racer won, the one he had been pointing to before they started he then threw his hands into the air and cheered and she could not help the small smile that crossed her features. He turned to her with a beaming smile and she knew exactly what he was going to ask. Can we go down there Quorra and see if he will give me an autograph? She nodded to the young boy. Of course we can, but don’t get your hopes up it looks as though he is quite busy. She stated gently as they then stepped up from the bleachers and he dragged her in the direction of the chain link fence that kept the spectators back off the course and Riley was then jumping around waving his arms in the mans direction and she simply stood there watching for a moment as he then unfastened most of his equipment and she had not noticed before that he looked to be just a few years older than her and strong muscles lined his body, her cheeks flushing slightly red she turned away until she regained her composure and looked back at Riley.

[Ayrn]

He found himself twitching, comming down from the races edge, his blood flowed quickly through his veins, heart bounced inside his chest rapidly before he drank the bottle of gatorade down and whiped his mouth to keep it from staining red from the liquid. Gaze turned when something caught his attention as a boy stood by the chain fence flailing his arms with a smile a mile wide. Normally he would ignore this, push it off and go on forget anything about fans it was all for him and what he had worked hard to do but, this boy reminded him to much of himself sitting at the trackside with his dad when he first learned about racing. He was drawn toward him one step at a time but as well to the girl standing next to the child. He didn't know if he belonged to her there was not really any resemblance between them much and she looked younger than he himself was but in todays world it was untelling. He walked up and looked toward the smaller boy before he knelt down by the fence and began to speak to him..."Whats your name lil guy?" he questioned as he looked up and nodded his skull twoard the girl with him. He was not sure how but apparently she had broken her arm something he had done many times before.

[Ayrn]

She was well aware that her and the younger boy looked nothing alike and that was something that she was glad about, did not need to be giving the rest of the population the wrong idea about him. Though she knew that by the time a lot of girls hit her age that some of them had their own children though she was not one of them. She was far too busy to even bother with boys, after all they were too much of a hassle she was well on her way to receiving offers from not only performance companies but colleges and universities as well and she planned to have no ties to anyone else since this was her dream and she was bound and determined not to let anything get in the way, she had almost lost her dreams once before and now this was something that she needed to do nothing but seize. Some people had told her that she was crazy to essentially run off to the circus at the age of fourteen for the summer but that had no fazed her and look where it got her now, a foot in the door to the biggest university of performing arts. Long mocha locks were light with the sun that had washed over them leaving the slightly highlighted showing that the girl tended to spend a lot of time outdoors they hung loosely around her shoulders a few stray strands falling along delicate features, she was taller than most girls around but even as he stepped up to the fence she felt dwarfed by his presence. She was glad that she was not the center of attention though as he did not hesitate to lean down to the Riley’s level and she watched with interest as the boys eyes lit up and his jaw almost dropped. When he asked his name he seemed to freeze for a moment before she then placed a reassuring hand on her cousin’s shoulder and he seemed to draw strength from the girl. I am Riley. And, this is Quorra, the official best cousin ever. He was clearly having the time of his life as he stated this while beaming her a childish smile and she was unable to stop the smile that crossed her own face. Quorra was not a name that you would often hear around here and that was because she was born in Italy, her parents being a mix of Irish and Italian. It was impossible to hide the fact that her right arm was encased in a cast and it tended to cause a lot of people to feel the need to ask her what happened and it was rather amusing as she had come up with so many different scenarios only a select few really knowing what had happened to her. Hazel eyes were an exotic color of green flecked with the occasional brown tinge to them they held a guarded expression in which was impossible to penetrate as she stood trying to size him up. I’m sorry. I know you are busy but Riley wanted to meet you so badly. She stated gently in a polite manner.

[Ayrn]

Finding himself staring at the hand reaching out to touch the lad's shoulder to reassure him in his speech he noticed her hands where not as he assumed they would be. She must have done something that envolved work to not own the smoothest hands that went with her complexion. As the boy began to speak his name he rolled it through his mind a few times before her name hit him. It was like his exotic sounding and indifferent to few. He found it inside of himself to peer upward at her while she spoke about the boy, Riley, wanting to meet him badly. He couldn't be rude to the young thing due to he was just like he was clinging to the fences and watching races dying for someone to shake his hand or sign a sheet of ragged old papper. Infact the old house atop the knoll held his autographs on a wall, all posted from when he was a child in his bedroom...the only room that was unharmed in the catastrophic event. Standing up he glanced to the boy and spoke to him, "Well Riley it's a pleasure to meet you as well as your cousin here. What can I do for you today?" he asked him knowing he would generally want a autograph or some little thing like that, however, if he was such a big fan of his at that age and technically this was the only fan he had ever spoken to he wanted to make his experience even that more special. He waited there for him to reply to him, already comming up with some sort of plot to make the boys day even greater. he didn't know what type of home he came from nor what had happened to him in the past, he could be the richest kid he had ever seen; that didnt matter to him not today..not on this day! The race fell exactly on the day it had happened...nothing could have stopped him from performing there at the track he grew up running, not even the date and past events. It had been seventeen years but the memories still where so vividly fresh in his mind.

[Ayrn]

She well all too aware of his gaze that landed on her hand that had been placed on the boys shoulder and interested glance was shot in his direction though as soon as it was expressed it disappeared within the next moment in time not allowing herself the time to overthink things as she was notorious for. Riley did not seem to notice anything out of the ordinary so it was all good. She wondered if from the moment that she had walked up if he had took one look and judged her like all the other guys that she met had, they all saw her as the same thing, a stuck up arrogant private school kid. But what they did not know was just how hard she had worked to achieve where she was right now it was not a walk in the park as it was for rich children since she by any means did not come from a wealthy family. Her own money that she earned from the performances were sent back to her mother to not only aid in her tuition to the school in Ireland that she had just graduated from but also ensure that her mother had enough to cover the bills because quite frankly since her father left nothing had ever been the same. But of course she had learnt that she was not his biological daughter and just this simple thought had not only crushed her but the entire family and she did not blame her father, after all he now had to look in the face of a daughter that looked nothing like him but the Italian counterpart that her mother had met on vacation that in itself would be the hardest part. Not only that but in the way he had learnt about her mother cheating, Quorra was born two months early to the date that they had figured her to be conceived and it dated back to a time that her father had been away on a business trip. She hated being the person that broke the family apart but she knew that it was not her fault and she would simply go on in the same manner she had before. The words of an apology that were uttered from her tongue rolled off with an exotic accent as she spoke, one that beckoned of the girls Italian heritage. He spoke of it being a pleasure to meet the two of them and she felt herself let out a breath that she had not even known that she was holding it was her form of a plea that he was going to be decent to the child since she did not want to see Riley get his heart broken by just another arrogant person. Already he proved to be more of a person than she expected. The young child then froze once again starting talking again and he pulled out a piece of paper that she had not even been aware that he had been carrying with a pen. C..c.could you sign this for me? He stated nervously and held the paper out towards a small gap in the fence not too sure how he was going to respond to this. Back in Ireland she remembered the one and only time she had ever asked someone for their autograph it had been an Olympic dressage rider and she was so stubborn that she waited there half of the day only to have the girl then turn away and not even acknowledge her and it had completely crushed her so she waited there to hear his response not too sure what to think or expect.

[Ayrn]

He seemed to study the reactions the girl was making toward him and the boy. She seemed to be much like he was toward other people rather to himself and question every action they made toward him. As he watched the boy shift through his pocket and pull out the crinkled up page he smiled gently and took it through the small hole in the chained fence and laid it down on his knee "Sure buddy I'd be glad to sign it for you...but I'm also going to give you something...and you have to promise me you will take care of it because you are the only person I've ever signed an autograph for or given anything to...deal?" He scribbled his middle name down on the page with a sharpie he had in his front pocket before handing it to him and standing up. He pulled the jersey over his head and knelt back down signing his full name to it. Something he had never done before 'Brendon "skrillix" Mcall'. He rose once more to his full stature and reach it over the fence toward him. The colors folding together as the breeze tainted the scape slolwy. It was rare for him to be shirtless given he had a built complexion and rather well done tattoos, but for some reason this kid struck a cord with him somehow someway. He waited for him to take the jersey in his own hands as he had no reason to be in a hurry the second moto had only started, though he was a bit curious as to what he was going to wear if he chose to race the second and kick some ass again. He supposed he could always go to the little thrift tent and get another one and break it in starting today and just go with that.

[Ayrn]

She had been so tense in the moments that she was not too sure how he was going to respond though he seemed to have taken a liking to her little cousin so when the small hand reached through the chain link to hand him crinkled piece of paper he took it without a second thought though and shoulders relaxed slightly with a small sigh being released as well as she then met his gaze for a moment. She watched as he then lay the piece of paper out on his knee and signed it before then making Riley promise him that he would take care of something that he was going to give him and brow rose slightly not too sure what was going on and what he was going to then do and the little boy nodded his head agreeing to the terms before the man then eased the jersey he had been wearing from his shoulders and lifted it over his head and she could not help that her eyes immediately wandered to the muscles that were revealed from beneath the fabric though she reminded herself that this was not appropriate and it did not matter that it proved to be good scenery or not as she then returned her attention to him signing the jersey as she then learnt his name, while the kid had known who he was he had not made introductions probably assuming that she had known his name from Riley and eyes then wander over it for a moment before then returning to his. A broad smile crossing her face she was glad that he was doing this for the little boy since she was sure that this was going to be etched in the youngers mind for at least the next couple months and it really earned her a lot of brownie points being his cousin. He was then left without a shirt completely which she found to be a little distracting but the beaming smile on Rileys face was enough to make her completely forget about it. Thank you so much, this means so much. She stated and Riley was still too stunned to speak and she nudged him lightly with her elbow before he then focused once again. Thank you so much. I will take great care of it I promise. He babbled on excitedly. She then turned back to him. I am sure you are busy we won’t keep you any longer, thank you again, that was very kind of you. As she turned back she then ran right into a guy that was at least a foot taller than her and this caused her to jump, her injured arm of course being what seemed to stick out the furthest and the first to come in contact with him as she then winced. He kept moving even though he knew very well that she was in pain. Sorry. She muttered under her breath in the strangers direction before then blushing hating that she had been clumsy enough to not manage to walk ten feet away without getting herself into trouble.