*has to go to his character archives to find a few that haven't been used yet*

Maxwell Vermilion, better known as Curvegrinder, was an expert skateboarder. He spent the majority of his time on his plank, practicing and busting unbelieveable maneuvers. His friends knew that, more than a good percentage of the time, they would be able to find him at his favourite hangout, the Mindless Montezuma skate park in the northern part of the Myriad Metropolis.
So it was, then, that a good friend of his turned up to find him.
"Max!" Cory Montgomery, alias Justice, shouted the young leveret's name as soon as he caught sight of him halfway up a quarter pipe. This caused him to fall backwards off of his skateboard, and the board flew upward, coming down with a loud clunk onto the lip of the ramp.
Curvegrinder rubbed the back of his head, wincing as his fingers traced over a fresh lump. "Oog... Don't call me that, man, it's Grinder, remember?"
"This is serious stuff, M-- Grinder. I spent the last five or ten minutes trying to find you." Justice almost tripped a few times as he made his way down the side of the quarter pipe, and extended his metal right arm to help the fallen leveret up.
"What is it?" Grinder asked, coming up easily. "What happened, man? You looked seriously freaked."
"Some turtles and weird friggin' tape monster things just kidnapped your uncle and my cousin. They were at the WT, and then boom, turtles all over the place. Everyone got took out in tape."
Grinder's expression went from smug to shocked in nothing flat. "You're not kidding. You're kidding... no, you're serious, right?"
"Would I lie to you? Don't answer that. Come on, man, do you have time to doubt me? Jay and Mike are being carted off by Devan's goonies!"
(Author's note: Jay and Mike are Jaycen Firefox and Michael Indigo, respectively. Justice just calls them that.)
Grinder's mouth fell open. "We've gotta get going then! I'm not going to let those turtles do anything to my uncle!"
He was up to the lip of the ramp in a flash to retrieve his skateboard, and he swung it a few times, as if it were a club. "I'm in the mood to kill something now... what say we make it some reptiles?"
Justice grinned darkly, and flexed his metal fingers. "That's a big ol' ten-four, buddy. I'm up for some shell-squashing."
"Then let's go! Operation Rescue People is underway!" Curvegrinder yelled out to the air around him, and was off at a dead run. Justice was not far behind.