Current location: Crossroads

Ah.. Phuck.

This is not my day....

Skateboard grunted, twisting his body in frustration as the ropes binding him held firm. His arms were pinned tightly to his sides, with coarse loops wrapping around his torso, securing him from shoulders to waist. His wrists were tied behind his back, and his ankles were bound just as firmly, leaving him almost completely immobile. The only thing he can do is just wiggle like a damn worm. Sounds of murmurs from the bystanders along the Banland Police Force were talking among themselves on what they're gonna do to him or where his gang is. It was so embarrassing...

Recently, Skateboard and his gang got themselves into a phight from a misshalf or whatever bullshit that started this. It eventually caught the attention of a certain police force, which made the opponents flee from the scene. Cowards..

He managed to let his gang escape from the cops while using himself as a distraction to give time. He was skateboarding around the area, even in the most prohibited area to skateboard, which he never even care of that at all. He thought he would get away from it.

Boi, he was wrong.

One of the police has use their gear on him, which has manage to wavered his momentum on his skating and tripped down to the floor, face flat on the rough pavement. He hate that he fall on his face, he never done that at all, which has hurted his ego from this.

Now here he was, being fully tied down to the ground with a damn rope, laying flat facing on the ground.

They added those police barrier tape around him and drawn a chalk at the outline of his body as if there was a murdered crime that happened, which is not. The Illumina were they thinking? It was very random, but that doesn't mean it didn't added more humiliation and reducing his ego more..

He honestly hope someone would save him; his gang or his friends or maybe even Coil if he is still not being hunted by the Biografts that is....

"Augh.. Phuck me..."