[h1][color=blue]Lokki[/color][/h1] _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [i]Somewhere near Arthur Kill strait, New Jersey Around 9:30 AM[/i] After a brief examination of his options, Lokki noticed a man taking a rest by the water under a leafless tree several hundred meters away. The person was clearly relaxing, laying on some sort of a deck chair, with his legs crossed and the palms of his hands tucked in under his resting head. [color=blue]"My kinda person"[/color]- Lokki noted before heading over his way without further ado. Normal person would find it troublesome riding their tricycle down a steep grassy slope all the way down to the river. But not Lokki, for he was not a normal person in any sort of way. Instead of going heavy on the breaks, he let the pedals go berserk while he lifted his legs horizontal to the ground under him, with one hand on the wheel and the other on his hat. The rough ride with occasional bumps on his way down made him imagine he was riding a bull, yelling “[i]Toro![/i]” every now and then trying not to fall off of an out of control tricycle with a sealed kiddie basket full of goods going down a cliff. Before he knew it, the fun part was over and he had to make his wheels stop in their tracks before running off into the strait. He quickly lowered his raised legs that were sticking out like a pair of lances and pressed them on to the ground trying to create friction while holding hard on the breaks that were fixed on the handle bars. His chaotic run down the hill and his enthusiastic screaming provoked the ears of the man that was resting, immediately awakening him and winning his attention. [b]"Sheesh, you nearly ended up in the water, man."[/b]- the person remarked with his hands grabbing his own body by the waists - [b]"Stopped right in time"[/b]. [color=blue]"A good thing, too. I can’t swim."[/color]- Lokki retorted with a snorting chuckle while getting off of his ride. [b]"I suspect you are here for the ferry?"[/b]- the man was curious while checking Lokki up and down wondering if he’s trouble. He noticed he wasn’t carrying any weapons on him, at least it wasn’t visible on the first look. The man assumed he must be a customer. [color=blue]"That would be wonderful"[/color] – Lokki replied while making strange hand motions that resembled a mimic of an explosion. [b]"Yeah, okay, buddy."[/b] – the ferry guy soon realized he was dealing with another lunatic. He made Lokki follow him down to the ridge above the water from where a large wooden platform was uncovered. [b]So what’s your name, partner?[/b] – the captain asked. [color=blue]"Oh, I go by Lokki."[/color] – he replied with an ongoing grin. [b]"Would that be a corruption of Loco? Because that would make more sense."[/b] – captain replied a bit sarcastically. Lokki’s face soon became serious, yet still benevolent, raising his eyebrows but his mouth simply transforming from a parabola into a straight line - [color=blue]"Pardon?"[/color] [b]"Never mind, buddy."[/b] – the foreigner said, clearly losing interest – [b]"So, how do you intend to pay for your trip?"[/b] Lokki raised one finger to pause the captain and his facial expression was showing he had an idea. He hopped all the way back to his tricycle while pushing it towards the ferry alongside him. He unlocked the little basket he carried and pushed his hand down into the pile of stuff before pulling out a bag of lollipops. [color=blue]"Candy?"[/color] [b]"My teeth are rotten beyond repair, what am I supposed to do with a lollipop?"[/b] - the man asked with a raised eyebrow. [color=blue]"Suck on it?"[/color] – Lokki asked a rhetorical question with a straight face – [color=blue]"The way I see it, you got no teeth, hence you got nothing to lose"[/color] – his mood quickly shifted into joy before throwing the bag of lollipops into the arms of the captain – [color=blue]"Enjoy your candy."[/color] The man laughed at the lunatic’s logic while catching the bag – [b]"Alright, man. Hop in."[/b]