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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Meanwhile, under the not-so-dangerous bridge, Danny was laughing hysterically at May. Not because what she said had really bee that funny, but merely because if Danny was going to laugh, it was going to be loud, full, and holding nothing back. Danny never just chuckled, but rather put all his energy into it. He never did anything halfway.

But then, it had been kind of funny. It's what he liked about May; she was feisty. He dug that. Though, with the way he towered over her, it was obvious if they ever actually fought who the winner would be. Still, she didn't let that stop her from saying whatever she felt like. If she wasn't so skinny, he'd actually find her attractive, but he saw her more as one of the guys instead. She didn't have the girlish qualities he usually chose to appreciate. Running his fingers through his hair, Danny leaned back and watched May work, not really sure why he wasn't leaving and finding something more interesting to do. But, wait he did, until she finally took a step back. The sun was fully risen by this point, and Danny was itching to get to the streets and see what he could find.

"Hot stuff," he commented when she was done. He realized after he said it he was actually being rather pun-y, but he chose to let it pass. "Took you long enough." Without another word he put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it lazily. His eyes scanned the wall, for once his expression turning serious. A lot of things could be said about Danny, most of them rather unkind, but no one could accuse him of not being an artist. He had the eye for it and the creative mind, and he never wrote off anything he saw if it was created by someone else. If you didn't see it though, it was pretty hard to believe, which was why he was often seen more as the Hounds' muscle than he was an actual member. Only his fellow dogs ever got a glimpse of that side, and it was usually pretty brief.

This time was no exception. He only took a few moments to soak it in before his face broke out in a broad grin. "I'm going looking for trouble," he announced. "Come with me, yeah? If you can handle it." Then, without waiting to see if she was going to follow, he climbed back up into the streets, back to people going this way and that. He felt like he was gonna miss something good if he waited around much longer.