The Graffiti Wars

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Despite their conflicts down the years, they've both had a single thing in common: their love for art. But the two gangs that color the streets of the New York undergrounds, may have to put aside their mutual passions when they cannot forgive and forget.

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Owner: reveries
Game Masters: reveries
Tags: art, fanfic, fight, gangs, graffiti, original, rivalry, romance, violence, war (Add Tags »)

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OOC Notes

Jeong-Yun "Yuna" Choi

She had watched as Vincent seemed at a lost, in a short inner monologue, before it disappeared. When he took out instead a paintbrush, her eyes widened, if only somewhat. His predatory stance had calmed down, and was more casual. Her eyes narrowed a bit. It was suspicious, and she didn't buy it, but she said nothing.

"Yes of course we're not in the ghetto, I see no niggers running around waving guns held the wrong way and trying to rob us because they're too big of piles of shit to get a job.", he replied back without missing a beat, not even so much as batting an eye at his foul language.

"And of course you are correct, it is none of my business, but my business is keeping an eye out for my friends and allies, and taking the fight to those who would harm them.", as he said the last, his cold eyes turned back to Jeremy, almost promising to meet again in a more fitting setting.


Yuna frowned in confusion, and let this show. Keeping an eye out for friends and allies? From who? She glanced over to Jeremy, who was still standing there. Did he meant... Nah, Jeremy wasn't a part of any of this. She was sure that knew most of the members of both sides. He wouldn't do that to her.. right?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Vincent pull out the gun that she knew he was gripping onto previously. By instinct, she pulled out her own gun from underneath the side of of her baggy shirt, a Smith & Wesson Sigma 9mm semi-automatic that she had been able to get from her father's own gun collection. However, she lowered it when she recognized the man that was nearby Abi Kersch that had Vincent on edge.

Her blood could've gone cold at Vincent's tone. It was heartless, and was much more intimidating when she could muster in a cruel remark. Yuna mumbled what she could remember from his papers, reciting it as best she could. "Riku 'Domino' Shinra. Male. 20. Around 6 feet. Half Japanese, half American." She paused to swallow, her throat being slightly scratchy, and said the next words in an almost quiet whisper. "Depictioner." She gave Vincent a look that was undefinable as she stood there behind his back, and placed her gun to the side, holding onto it tight, just in case something happened. The man was rather unstable as far she has known, upon occasions that they met. But it wasn't ever like this.

She thought back to the time when there was a Depictioner the gang that had been killed. A Felicity, she believed her name was. The Hounds were blame, but she knew there wasn't any physical evidence other than the fact that there was a 'Release the Hounds' graffited above her body. Was it perhaps that Vincent was connected? As he took the death much more harshly.

Yuna stared on coldly, and she darted her eyes over to where Jeremy was. She was going to have a lot to explain later.

Jeremy Cyrway
"And of course you are correct, it is none of my business, but my business is keeping an eye out for my friends and allies, and taking the fight to those who would harm them.", as he said the last, his cold eyes turned back to Jeremy, almost promising to meet again in a more fitting setting.

Jeremy gave a small nod in acknowledgement. He smirked in an almost arrogant manner, to reply like he was going to expect it. It would seem that he knew who he was, few outside the gang knew his face, so it was rather a shocker. Jeremy kept his glare on, and watched as suddenly guns were pulled. He was about to dart across the street but had stopped himself halfway when Yuna pulled out her own gun. The bag had been left forgotten, and he was sure that the force he used to throw it off so he can move faster, made a crack sound from something inside it. He'd go see what it was later. Jeremy eyed Vincent while trying to get a hold on what was happening.

He glanced over to the Asian that appeared, who sneaked over to where the Abi Kersch woman was. It looked like a bad move. JEremy took several moments before finally recognizing him. Riku 'Domino' Shinra. Jeremy didn't like this guy, as his and his own art contrasted deeply. For Riku's straight and perfect lines was much different from Jeremy's wild spraying, of curvy and dark images, that scratchy and messy. But as he watched that "Heretc" guy turn his gun on the Japanese, it would seem that Jeremy knew the members better the members knew themselves. He chuckled quietly at this.

Quietly so no one would notice, he got out his cell phone, and send out a mass text message to all Hound members that he had on his phone. [Call the others. Downtown Area #0045. Scout. Do not appear. D's. 3 of them.] He'd need the back up, as despite his reputation of taking groups of men on, he wasn't ready for doing so in front of Yuna and this guy with the g un who just have been his match. With others surrounding the area and territory should things get out of hand, Jeremy would have a safe place to run to. After he send the message to all receivers, Jeremy did not even notice that he didn't count Yuna in the group of obvious four.

(Note: D's = Depictioners.)