Cheyenne slid from the driver?s seat of her Jeep, pale blue eyes immediately moving to look at the building that sat at the head of the small parking lot. It was a warehouse, or at least it had been. It still had the look of one- boxy and flat-roofed, black against the fading blue of early evening. It reminded her a bit of a body builder, solid and unmoving.
She shut the door to the Jeep and took one last look down at the piece of paper decorated with little cowboy hats, freshly ripped from a pad that had been a gift from Jackie. She read the address, and then back up to the building. Yep, 178 was painted (spray-painted?) on the side of the building in red bubbled script. She shoved the scrap back in her pocket and hefted her skates a bit higher on her shoulder, where they were draped, before heading forward.
The door opened easily with a pull of one metal handle on the wide double doors. She was immediately welcomed with the sound of punk rock music warbling out of speakers. Not so loud to obscure the sound of wheels on glossy planks, but definitely loud enough to not be mistaken for anything else.
The girls that were rolling around the rink were? colorful, to say the least. Yes, most of them had body modifications, but they were literally colorful. The array of ink and dye the girls sported on their bodies, combined with the differing practice outfits, made them a turning, whirling rainbow maelstrom. These must be the girls already on the team, since there was another handful of young women off to her right, standing in a small group like nervous freshman.
?Heeey, Chey!? came an upbeat, boisterous voice that she recognized almost immediately. Her eyes turned away from the wallflowers and moved to the blonde girl coming her direction. She wasn?t wearing skates, though they were held in her hands. As per usual she was dressed in men?s basketball shorts and a loose tank. Lizzie Liddell, whom Chey had met at the Roller Haus on one of her shifts, came to a stop before her. Lizzie had come into the rink where Chey worked for the practice and had stayed for the nachos that Cheyenne doled out. She came in more often after that and the two shared a new but promising friendship.
?Hey,? she replied, rotating her body to face the blonde with more than just her head, giving her a smile.
?Glad you could make it,? she said, returning the smile. ?You?re just in time, too!? Before Cheyenne could make a response to that, Lizzie was turning, raising her voice as well as a hand, waving it furiously. ?Yo! Corinne!?
On the track, a woman separated herself from the herd, coming over on skates outfitted with a purple skull on the sides. She was tall with dark eyes and hair that at one point was probably a similar color. Now it was magenta with hints of purple, cut into slanted bangs that blended into strands longer on one side. A large chest tattoo and many on the arms were visible against the black tank. When she came closer, Chey could make out a silver nose ring as well.
The woman, Corinne, came to a halt beside Lizzie, at once turning those dark eyes onto their potential new recruit. ?This?s Cheyenne,? Lizzie said to the magenta-haired woman, sweeping an arm out Vanna White style to indicate the brunette.
?Hi,? Cheyenne offered with a smile, her drawl drawn out at the end of the small word.
Corinne?s eyes settled on her, looking her over with a keen eye. Corinne prided herself on usually being able to tell who would be a good fit, and who should be shown to the door. She wasn?t sure quite yet about this small, Southern girl in front of her. She looked too soft, too sweet. Not that there weren?t nice girls on the team, but you had to have a renegade streak to play effectively. Well, and to know how to skate like a motherf*cker.
She shut the door to the Jeep and took one last look down at the piece of paper decorated with little cowboy hats, freshly ripped from a pad that had been a gift from Jackie. She read the address, and then back up to the building. Yep, 178 was painted (spray-painted?) on the side of the building in red bubbled script. She shoved the scrap back in her pocket and hefted her skates a bit higher on her shoulder, where they were draped, before heading forward.
The door opened easily with a pull of one metal handle on the wide double doors. She was immediately welcomed with the sound of punk rock music warbling out of speakers. Not so loud to obscure the sound of wheels on glossy planks, but definitely loud enough to not be mistaken for anything else.
The girls that were rolling around the rink were? colorful, to say the least. Yes, most of them had body modifications, but they were literally colorful. The array of ink and dye the girls sported on their bodies, combined with the differing practice outfits, made them a turning, whirling rainbow maelstrom. These must be the girls already on the team, since there was another handful of young women off to her right, standing in a small group like nervous freshman.
?Heeey, Chey!? came an upbeat, boisterous voice that she recognized almost immediately. Her eyes turned away from the wallflowers and moved to the blonde girl coming her direction. She wasn?t wearing skates, though they were held in her hands. As per usual she was dressed in men?s basketball shorts and a loose tank. Lizzie Liddell, whom Chey had met at the Roller Haus on one of her shifts, came to a stop before her. Lizzie had come into the rink where Chey worked for the practice and had stayed for the nachos that Cheyenne doled out. She came in more often after that and the two shared a new but promising friendship.
?Hey,? she replied, rotating her body to face the blonde with more than just her head, giving her a smile.
?Glad you could make it,? she said, returning the smile. ?You?re just in time, too!? Before Cheyenne could make a response to that, Lizzie was turning, raising her voice as well as a hand, waving it furiously. ?Yo! Corinne!?
On the track, a woman separated herself from the herd, coming over on skates outfitted with a purple skull on the sides. She was tall with dark eyes and hair that at one point was probably a similar color. Now it was magenta with hints of purple, cut into slanted bangs that blended into strands longer on one side. A large chest tattoo and many on the arms were visible against the black tank. When she came closer, Chey could make out a silver nose ring as well.
The woman, Corinne, came to a halt beside Lizzie, at once turning those dark eyes onto their potential new recruit. ?This?s Cheyenne,? Lizzie said to the magenta-haired woman, sweeping an arm out Vanna White style to indicate the brunette.
?Hi,? Cheyenne offered with a smile, her drawl drawn out at the end of the small word.
Corinne?s eyes settled on her, looking her over with a keen eye. Corinne prided herself on usually being able to tell who would be a good fit, and who should be shown to the door. She wasn?t sure quite yet about this small, Southern girl in front of her. She looked too soft, too sweet. Not that there weren?t nice girls on the team, but you had to have a renegade streak to play effectively. Well, and to know how to skate like a motherf*cker.