Snippet #1798222

Jeong-Yun "Yuna" Choi

Yuna pulled up her hoodie, making sure that her appearance was discreet as she begun to notice just how quickly everyone was waking up. They were to appear just as two normal walking people, not as an normal individual and a member of one of the biggest underground gangs involved with art in all of New York's history, as rich as it was. It was bad for her to be seen with him, enemies get the wrong idea and shoot at all associates involved with opposing forces, and she would know. The memory to when the time she was still a plank, of the little boy beside her when she got into a nasty fight, whom had been shot by some small time gang who retreated afterwards when hearing a siren. It still sent shudders down her spine. She reassured her companion when he had noticed and commented. "It's nothing."

One day, she'd have to tell him about these gang issues.. perhaps when they turn old. Now, would be too difficult. Yuna was never one for drama, despite how much it made her a hypocrite. Being in an organization like the Depictioners just screamed problems to be developed, which led to drama. And considering her role as a White Officer, dealing with the government with so much issues brought up by her fellow trouble magnet members, it seemed even more twisted. She shook her head to let the train disappear into whatever corners of her mind.

"Let's go to that downtown cafe. I'm in the mood for caffeine." She nonchalantly suggested, glancing towards him. "We can take the sub."

Jeremy Cyrway

As they were walking, he scanned the area for anyone. The city of New York was waking up quickly. Garbage trucks were already up and at 'em, cars were being started and being driven on the one the way street, pedestrians begun to populate the streets. He shifted their route, continuing to speak in quiet chatter, and kept her bag close to his person, as they maneuvered through the streets. Yuna had decided to hide her face, head sort of low. He felt somewhat thankful for her quick thinking, seeing as it would appear suspicious for her to hide herself when she didn't know that he was a Hound, or that he knew about her Depictioners' status.

He became quiet when she suddenly became quiet, her face indicating her deep take into thought as most as he could tell, tilting his head slightly to see. When he asked in concern, she shrugged it off, assuring that it was nothing to ponder too much on. But he kept silent as she plunged herself into more depts of thought, and waited for her to snap back to reality. Jeremy smiled a little when she mentioned the small cafe they went to sometimes, and followed behind her closely as they changed their route to onwards of their destination.

A sudden thought took him for several moments, and as they walked, he took out his cell. There was to be some meeting with all members for a mass graffiti all over the city, to take over some territories. They had to show the Depictioners just who owned this city. He only rather'd that they didn't take in too much violence. Brawling for the shits of it is alright, but if it was to be over their art, man, he'd not be bothered.
[ Hey. Delver's home. Mine. 5. Be there. Sharp. ]

He made it vague, should there be any futures of him being being captured or so by some troublesome police, and they try to charge him for 'vandalism' or what shit not. 'Delver's home' was usual code for his place, just so to tip off any eyes that tried to get his phone. He put it back in his pocket, as Yuna urged him to "hurry the hell up". Jeremy would look forward to seeing all the members in one place.