[h2]Injae Park[/h2]
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Winston threw his hands into the air. "I don't have time for this, sis! Aren't we going to the summer festival?"

Ratchet rolled her eyes. "No, we're going to the corn-hucking contest in the middle of Kansas," she drawled sarcastically, pushing off the rail and coasting on her rollerblades. "Now, I don't want to have to wait for you kids," she continued, taking on an exaggeratedly-patronizing tone while looking at her younger family members. "If we're going to--"

Ratchet's speech was abruptly cut short by a young woman's tattooed arm. Ratchet yelped, wobbling backwards on her wheels for a bit, flailing her arms to maintain her balance, and ultimately failing. She hit the concrete with a nasty-sounding scrape. Her fiberglass forearm made an unpleasant grinding noise. Winston's and Kate's faces instantly contorted into an expression of horror. The black rubber wheels on Ratchet's roller blades were still whirling. Thankfully, Ratchet's overalls protected her legs from a bleeding asphalt-burn, but the emotional damage was still pretty bad. Ratchet stared up in shock, then indignance, then fury.

"Oh, sorry there, sweetheart," said the [s]white-ass BITCH[/s] woman who knocked her down. "I just thought I'd tell you to get your [i]yellow-ass[/i] right back into the rice shop, okay?"

Hel[i]lo?![/i] Ratchet was a first-generation Korean-American, born and raised here in the U.S.A.! Ratchet felt the fury of a thousand shofus disrespected in [i]Pokémon Insurgence[/i]. Apparently it showed on her face as well; Korean females are well-known for having rather short fuses. Kate and Winston looked at each other in mortification before backing away from Ratchet, and from the other Iron Cross members who shot the other two children some aggressive glares. Ratchet gnashed her teeth and got right back up, not even daring to touch this white trash. She could think of a million things to say. She definitely wanted to ram her flywheel into that woman's bigoted face and make a witty retort like "Well, then you get your pasty [i]white ass[/i] back to the potato farm, you dumb Mick!"

Before she could open her mouth to explode, however, Jenny restored Ratchet's faith in western civilization. Ratchet breathed a sigh of relief; she wouldn't have to go full Newton on these jerkwads. As Jenny talked down the woman who pushed her to the floor, Ratchet ushered her cousin and sibling away from the other two Iron Cross fellows. "Sweet Lord Helix," Ratchet muttered under her breath, before hissing several profanities that she didn't want Kate to hear. "Scratched my..."

Ratchet turned around and mouthed "Thank you," to Jenny.

"Thank God that not all white people are complete asswipes," Ratchet grudgingly muttered, "and that those who are, are in the minority. Goddam Westboro Ku-Klux hmgfhrmgmfghmm..."

Kate waved her hands frantically before her. "Injae, I don't know if they can hear you or not!" she hissed.

"Oh, let 'em hear, I'll punch my wheel into their guts one by one," Ratchet grumbled.

"You realize that's not exactly [i]legal,[/i] right?" Winston asked.

"Screw that." But Ratchet didn't act. She really didn't want any trouble from these Ku-Klux-Klan wannabes. She had THOUGHT this vacation was off to a good start. But getting into an argument with a triad of white supremacists on literally her first day here? Ratchet sincerely hoped that the rest of Verthaven wasn't like this. At least there were also people like Jenny around. Ratchet somewhat reveled in the fact that she likely had a higher intelligence quotient than the woman who pushed her to the concrete.