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
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Oh wait. This was someone she recognized. Not a hound. She still couldn't place him, but when she could see his face fully it clicked. Not nearly as much of a threat, but still the anger seemed enough to start a fire. Abi flinched as its weight descended on her, rooted to the spot. But the much taller man paused, it seemed as though the anger was dissipating into the air, no longer funneled and directed at her. And then came the words, which relaxed her a bit more. She was forgiven for running into him. She couldn't help but smile slightly a the German, her mother-tongue which sounded friendly on even the most foreboding of mouths. Neat and precise. But her mouth and throat were too dry to speak in return, and her palms were beginning to become clammy. Talking with strangers was not something high on Abi's list. She couldn't manage, but the physical effects were not comfortable or pleasant in the slightest. The fearful adrenaline had drained out as she found that he wouldn't get too angry at her, even though he still did kick a paint can that rolled by as he lit up in an irritable manner. The emptiness in the adrenaline's wake was filled with a nervous anxiety, which was by no means an improvement.

Almost awkwardly the young woman stood there, trying to collect herself so she could continue on her way. Of course, it didn't happen. When did anything go her way so early in the morning? Suddenly the man stepped towards her, making the German woman jump slightly, but couldn't seem to take a step back. In a quiet voice the man told her to stay put. Abi blinked, trying to figure out what was going on. There was a gun, she knew that, and Yuna. A fellow deceptioner. Who was with a man who seemed to be the source of the tall man that Abi couldn't place's agitation. The round-faced round woman was frozen, partially cowed, not able to force herself to move. These were things she didn't like. Violence. Guns. They ended ultimately with death. Like that poor girl.

Oh, the girl. It clicked. Wasn't this man related to the girl who'd been killed somehow? Abi had dwelled long on the death, wondering if her art was worth putting herself in possible risk. So did that mean that the other man, the one with Yuna, had to be a hound? Abi took a shallow breath, pulling her eyes from the scene as if not looking at it would cause it to not exist. She spotted another, a dark haired young man. And audience to the standoff? She recognized him, but again couldn't place face to name. She could place face to art though. He was the one with the precise lines. She admired the chilly beauty of his perfect lines, but now wasn't the time to be dawdling on about art. Not with her heart pumping in confused fear this way. She shot him a look as if to say 'help?', hoping that he would notice her. She didn't particularly want to be here, even if she had the tall dark man standing half protectively half aggressively in front of her, his back facing her.

All this gun business just wasn't good.