[center][color=aba000][b]Cherished Chariot of Charity
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Joey Grayson[/b][/color]

The hustle and bustle of London traffic should be no surprise to anyone, especially on a weekday morning. There's everyone from the young and old trying to get to their daily destinations. So of course there would be a bit of annoyance pilling up right? Well what if you add in the fact that the sun was unleashing hell on earth with the amount of heat pouring down and that you were in a car with three other people? Something like that would surely start making you frustrated!

[b]"Ah! This is a pain in the ass! At this rate we're going to be late!"[/b]

A rough voice echoed throughout the silver van and even a bit onto the outside streets because of the open windows that tried to help ease the molting heat surrounding them. The voice came from Shane, a blond-haired young man that always wore sunglasses, even indoors. Though it certainly isn't out of place in their current situation. 

[b]"It's totally Joey's fault,"[/b]

A red-headed girl with too much make-up spoke from the passenger seat. Her name was Samantha, and at this rate, her sweat would start smearing away at her make-up. 

[b]"Yeah Joey, why the heck were you late at coming to your pick-up spot?" [/b]

This time the voice came from the backseat. It belonged to a short girl with also short brown hair. Her name was Claire and like the rest, she wasn't too happy about their current situation. So her eyes darted at the target of their aggression, sitting in the back seat next to her. That unfortunate target being the pony-tail-having boy with a sly grin on his face. This was the perpetrator named Joey Grayson. He held up his hands and spoke in a way to calm them down, 

[color=aba000]"Cut me some slack here. I just so happened to see something amazing while I was on the way and happened to get side-tracked!"[/color]

He made his declaration in an attempt to defend himself against barrage of mean glares that surrounded him on all sides. [b]"What was so 'amazing'?"[/b] asked Samantha with doubt in her voice. In response, a genuine smile spread across Joey's lips as he looked ahead at nothing in particular. [color=aba000]"You wouldn't believe it if I just tell you but, it was something so beautiful! I was waiting at our usual meet up spot, until I saw this small elderly man surrounded in a crowd of people and he couldn't get out!"[/color]

[b]"Let me guess, you helped him out?"[/b] Claire interrupted,

[color=aba000]"No, that's just the thing! I was on my way to help him until this [i][u]white-haired girl with a skateboard[/u][/i] comes over and gives him a hand instead! I was so touched I had to take dozens of pictures on my phone camera while I was following them. Ah, maybe there's hope for this generation after all,.." [/color]

He wiped the corner of his eyes as he reminisced into the past momentarily. He didn't know who that girl was but he was proud of her kindness to help the elderly. That was a topic Joey took to heart and got emotional about. Sadly however, to the other people in the van with him, this was just another day with him. So they only expressions they could give were ones of disgust. [b]"Would you stop talking like that? You're a teenager!"[/b] Shane commented as he drove. Claire also had something to say that caught her attention.

[b]"Also, you were taking a bunch of pics of a chick while she didn't know? Wow, what a perv!"[/b]

[color=aba000]"H-How dare you! I'll have you know I was taking the pictures because of the old man!"[/color]

[b]"I think that's worse..."  

[/b]From the looks of it. They were starting to make some headway along the traffic. It was thanks to this that the hostility started to die down a bit. [b]"Don't you take long getting ready in the morning anyways?"[/b] Samantha said while resting her elbow on the door. Joey nodded in approval and followed up, [color=aba000]"You got it. Besides breakfast and cleaning myself up, I exercise, make sure I got my tennis ball and most importantly....,"[/color] before finishing, the boy lightly runs his hand along his long ponytail and gracefully flicks it to the side. [color=aba000]"I got to take care of this luscious hair of mine of course. That's right, Rapunzel ain't got nothin' on me, baby,"[/color] he flaunts his hair, which he obviously takes pride in. You don't have hair like that by just being nonchalant about it. He was lucky to be born with such hair, but perhaps even luckier that he knew people that taught him how to take care of it.

It was actually rare that Joey showed signs of arrogance on his behalf, but the others couldn't miss that chance to take a shot at it.[b] "You know, with how many old people you hang around. I wouldn't be surprised if it's an omen of all your hair falling out someday when you get old,"[/b] Claire made that ridiculous remark with a devious grin but despite its outlandishness, a chill crawled up Joey's spine as he bounced and almost hit his head on the roof. [color=aba000]"Don't be ridiculous! Something like that would never happen in a million years! Don't even put that kind of energy into the universe!"[/color] despite his proclamations, Joey held his ponytail close to his chest as if to protect it from the threats of the outside world. Unlike most, he was someone that was accepting of all the wonders and woes of old age,...except for when it came to his hair. Even the folks at the village community tease him about it at times.

While he was tucking himself away into a ball, something caught his eye outside the open car window. Rather it was someone. A young man with slicked-back hair and most noticeably a scar on the center of his forehead. Joey knew this person that was walking on the sidewalk, it was someone that he shared PE with. His name was... [color=aba000]"Hey Romani, over here! Want a ride? There's room for one more!"[/color] he called out while sticking out of the window and waving his arm out to catch the lad's attention. The sudden outburst caught the other three in the van by surprise, and in a hushed yet alarmed tone, began rambling one after the other,

[b]"Joey! Are you crazy!? That's Romani Bogart! I've heard he's bad news!"

"I heard a rumor that he's a mobster, and the scar was apart of the initiation process,"

"No way, I heard he took a bullet to the head, survived and then killed the guy that shot him,"[/b]

[color=aba000]"Haha, what are you guys' talking about? Romani is nothing like that. Well I don't know alot about him, but I think he's swell. Hey come on, don't be shy! They're nice people!"[/color] he urged the other boy to come, all with a welcoming grin on his face that highlighted the single fang on the left side of his teeth.[/center]

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