Snippet #1568880

Sam rolled down a still busy street on his board, with his mask flipped around in his hoody, in search of a spot. One that was visible from the road, but not directly in the path of other people. He rode past a nightclub, bumping incessantly with dnb basslines. He turned rather sharply around the corner and kicked up his board into his hands. Sam creeped through the blackness of the club's rear and shimmied his way up the fire escape. Getting to a flat platform, he applied his respirator, leaned back, and took a fresh can from his bag. He used his phone light to check the cap color. It was assumable white. He did this with approximately nine cans, which he lined up by darkness or hue:Black, Navy, Aqua, Green, Orange, another Orange, Pink, Yellow, White.

He proceeded to strip off the stock caps from the cans that were new, and began with a NY Fat Cap, a layer of orange to set the frame. Sam then moved on to extensions from his original lettering frame, sweeping off with vine like pieces, and simultaneously running through his first can of orange. He thought nothing of it as the piece engulfed him.He followed up with an aqua blue highlight around the orange, and entering into more details as time progressed. At the end of a four hour stint, Sam had gone through one and a half cans of orange, an entire can of black, and a majority of each remaining can. His final piece spelled out the work he had put in. It was his; it was the SOURCE.