[b][u]Luke Schwarz -- Joyride[/u][/b]

Black hair flowing in the breeze.

The wind rushing against his face.

The supremely content grin cast upon his visage.

15 minutes and 200 lien later, Luke Schwarz had obtained perhaps the finest bike he'd ever known. Metallic red paint, a sturdy suspension, the smoothest tires to ever grace the road or sidewalk...

[i]Perfect. Absolutely perfect! I couldn't have asked for a better vehicle if I was the richest man on earth!

...

Well, maybe a car.

But that's pushing it.[/i]

Stopping at a crosswalk, he managed to remove himself from his adoration of his sweet new ride, the [i]Road Racer Supreme[/i], and plan his next move. 

That is, attempt to plan.

It was too early for dinner, so that was out. What was the next thing on the list, again? He didn't have a [i]real[/i] need to shop for anything else, considering he'd brought all his school supplies and such in when he first transferred, right before the mission...

A weaponry shop caught his eye. He didn't need any upgrades yet as far as he knew, but...

[i]A little browsing couldn't hurt.[/i]

Crossing the street with speed and smoothness unmatched by any lesser bike, he found a public rack nearby, activated the SmartLock, and, after a few moments of trepidation and suspicious glances at those around him, headed inside.