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The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

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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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http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic84375.html

Introduction

Status: DEAD
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The Story

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"To some, it's a hobby. For others, a way of expression. But for a very select few, it's their life."


On the streets of New York, in the underground network, there are two unofficial rumored groups that have been around for quite some time. Daring artists with a passion that far exceeds that of the average person's limits have joined together. These two groups have clashed, declaration is called, and a full out war has begun between two groups of artists have begun. Unfortunately, beneath paint brushes and spray cans, there could be guns.

Many disputes over artform and its meaning to life have gone down in the centuries, and even today, the tension remains strong. When one person would disagree with another's art, and then the bickering. But two strongly passionate groups of artist banded together to speak their voices and ideas. The Hounds and the Depictioners, two large groups of graffiti artists, all whose style contrasted, but both groups had originally agreed on one thing: their passion for art.

Hounds were more contemporary, mainstream, and quick in their approach to ruling the cities walls. Their art was crude, with little depth or meaning to a onlooker's eyes, while it spoke a thousand words to the artist and its message to whom it was personally directed towards to. They were bluntly expressive.

Depictioners were nearly muralists, creating paintings on the sides of buildings. All of their work was symbolic, thought out and strangely beautiful. Their art had more depth in meaning, and yet harder to understand.

A few members of each group got into a feud, and violence was brought up. For the first time in history, groups of graffiti artists have decided to band together and take each one of their arts to new heights, in a war of the spray cans. Before long, the body of a Depictioner was found in the street in front of a half-finished mural. Sprayed over the painting was "Release the Hounds".

Half gang fight and half battle of the brushes, one of the world's most underground wars has just begun.

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Each Sides' View&More About the Gangs


Depictioners
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"Depictioners were nearly muralists, creating paintings on the sides of buildings. All of their work was symbolic, thought out and strangely beautiful. Their art had more depth in meaning, and yet harder to understand."

Although seemingly the more 'creative' and 'pretty' appearing gang, they hate the Hounds with a fiery passion, like how much they love art. Most of them look down on the Hounds, usually pointing out how crude and more violent the Hounds are, generally bringing forth insults to their name. The attack to one of their members is the general fuel to their reason to the war, as they believe that it is the Hounds that have started it.

"Those dogs better watch out, 'cause I ain't lettin' 'em git away wit what they did." - Unnamed member.

Hounds
"Hounds were more contemporary, mainstream, and quick in their approach to ruling the cities walls. Their art was crude, with little depth or meaning to a onlooker's eyes, while it spoke a thousand words to the artist and its message to whom it was personally directed towards to. They were bluntly expressive."

The Hounds are a bit more rowdy than the what the Depictioners may give way to seem, but this gang look upon the Depictioners as as "prissy and wussy little scribblers", quoted from a member. They have a story as to what happened to the Depictioner found dead, as extreme members in the gang have caused this, putting the entire gang into involvement now. The war has already started, and hey, they aren't backing down now, are they.

Which side are you on?

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Members


Depictioners
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[1] [Member; White Officer] Jeong-Yun "Yuna" Choi ~ reveries
[2] [Member; Plank] Abi Kirsh ~ pieluver
[3]
[4]

Hounds !
[1] [Leader] Jeremy Cyrway ~ reveries
[2] [Member; Plank] Markus Finch ~ pieluver
[3] [Member; Black Officer] Ayaki Kaoru Yamagata ~ gothcakes
[4]

Neutral !
[1] Kane Harrison ~ OrangeHonrada
[2] Trinity "C.C" Vargas ~ Jaybt
[3]

Basically, we should have at least an even amount of 4 characters from each gang(eight in total) for the roleplay to focus on. There can be more than just four each, but I'd like it even, number and gender wise. The roleplay will start when the minimum eight are taken. By the way, 'Leaders', there aren't really official ones of each gang, but rather the influence and personality your character has will decide. This, however can reserved.

Side Note: Neutrals are to be dragged into this somehow. Be double agents, information brokers, members that aren't exactly members; whatever. As long as it's interesting.

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Gang Ranking System

  • LEADER(S)- The founder, or person who naturally takes charge with their own leadership. Whether by personality-wise or mutual respect.

  • OFFICER(S)- Members who have been around longer, and generally make sure that the newbies don't get too crazy.

  • BLACK - The OFFICERS who take care of betrayers, ex-members, threats to the gang. The main ones who give the gangs a more violent image.

  • WHITE- The OFFICERS who take care of the government issues, supervisors to testings and member initiations and group projects.

  • PLANK(S)- Members who do not have any authority to make important decisions; been around for about a year or more. Are superior to the newbies.

  • NEW(BIE(S)- Self explanatory. Are officially PLANKS after gaining some rep. and being in the gang after a test and a year.

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Character Skeleton:
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Depictioner/Hound/Neutral (Bold which one you are.)
[b]Rank:[/b] (If a gang member, state what rank you which for your character to have. When your character is approved, I will PM you and tell you whether or not I too approve of their requested rank.)

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (19+!)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture here + brief description.)

[b]Personality:[/b] (Don't just list a few qualities, make it realistic!)

[b]Skills/Specialties:[/b] (Are you really good at drawing something specific? Any specific styles or colors you prefer?)
[b]Quirks:[/b] (Fun stuff.)

[b]History:[/b] (Not a ton of detail needed)

[b]Romantic Interests:[/b] (Are you up for romance?) [This is optional to answer or include]
[b]Opinion:[/b] (Are you for the violence to protect your art form, or not? Answer in character please and in quotation marks " ".)
[b]Weapon(s):[/b] (If you are up for the violence to protect your art form! If not, specify the reason as to why you're carrying it around.)
[b]Other:[/b]


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Rules

Typical RPG rules apply.

* Minimum of 250 words per post. Must be literate.
* Can't commit? Don't submit.
* Must post at least every 2 days. If you are unable to due to reason, PM me
* Humans only. Nothing supernatural.
* This is not first come, first serve. I am not reserving spots. If your character is acceptable, you're in.
* Respect all.
* Understand that I have the right to remove you from this RP should rules be violated.

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Jeong-Yun "Yuna" Choi

She shook the spray paint can that was held tight in her hands, and made the finally touches to the wall that she had now claimed, adding her almost barely noticeable signature "yuNA" at the bottom in white, the Korean American took a step back to look at her work. She had been working vigorously and with much enthusiasm, Yuna knew that this could be one of her greatest works yet. However, 'could' was being the keyword here.

She threw the empty can onto the ground when she had finished using up, ignoring the >clank< sound that it made behind her, not caring much if she had just littered the ground with it. She wasn't much of an environmental enthusiast after all.

Before the young, short Korean-American, was her latest work, as she looked over it. It was odd, like most of her works. A mural of bright colors, it could probably give people a migraine from the splash of red, yellow, orange, blue, green, white and black. Various shapes were sprayed, portrayed like a jelly-like substance, that reminded her of liquid mercury. Among the disarray images of weird shapes, was a single eye, that she had put much time into making as realistic as possible. Yuna took several steps back, as a lop-sided grin that could be confused for a smirk, made way to her face. Should one had step back, they'd see that the shapes made a face, a feminine one, the shapes making up the rest of her features and her long hair framing it, covering what would've been another eye.

She felt a feeling of pride pit in her stomach, but made a scowl as it didn't turn out the way she had hoped.
".. Hm, not much of what I had in mind." She murmured, disappointed with the outcome, her brows coming to a frown. She had been in a slump as of lately, and it showed in her murals.

Truly, it was disappointing. At the same time however, she resented the fact because of her ties to the Depictioners, that she had just claimed some more territory for the gang, rather than just freely expressing herself. Yuna scowled even further, and then began gathering her stuff, before some Po-po got sight of what she was doing. Paperwork and all that shit was too troublesome to try and do this legally at this time. Though, her lack of caring for it was probably why she had been scouted out by a Depictioner.

Yuna shoved her paints into a bag, and slung it over her shoulder, but deciding against it as it was heavy. She straightened out her white shirt that had many paint splatter marks, and dusted her old jeans. Dragging the bag behind her, she struggled to pick it up and walk a few feet, before dropping it in exhaustion. Over her shoulder, she knew that the sun would be up, and the sunrise will be appearing soon over the city.


Jeremy Cyrway

Jeremy would usually take walks in the early mornings, as his sleepless night when he does not drink are restless. With his hood up, and walking around for about an hour now, his bed had been forgotten and abandoned. The light was starting to peek in, and brightening the sky, now a grayish color. He wandered the alleyways, and whenever a person walked by, he gave a cold, frightening stare, that made them back off. He wasn't getting jacked. In fact, he never did. Few had to wonder why. Many knew the reason. Despite his hostile aura, he was just itching for a fight. But most of the people who came his way were scrawny, little guys, at least in his eyes, that weren't worth much of a fight, seeing as soon they caught his glare, they detoured to another path or walked the other way across the street.

Wandering some more, he looked over the familiar streets of the territory of which belonged to him. Boredom was quickly seeping in, and he began to change his route to go home. As he was about to go back to his apartment though, the sight of a figure trying to haul away a bag caught his attention when he passed by an alleyway from his position from the concrete sidewalk. Usually, he'd pay no heed, because it could've been some person throwing away a corpse, and he wouldn't really care. He'd walk away, and continue on with life, seeing as it didn't concern him nor interest him. But what got him to turn was the fact that he recognized the figure, and the wall that was only feet away, of a mural and style he would've recognized anywhere, despite the fact that it looked more like a Hound's today. Was that Yuna?

His thick brows pulled together in confused interest. The dirty blonde made his way towards her, and his suspicions were confirmed. In an somewhat awkward stance, he called out nevertheless. "..Hey."

She turned, and then greeted back, as he went over to pick up her bag effortlessly. In the far distance, he can see people already up and about, and then motioned her to start walking with him, quickly. It wasn't good for the two to be seen so carelessly. He already knew of her Depictioner status, though, he wasn't too sure if she knew about him. It was highly unlikely though.

In silence, they walked together, idly chatting away. Though, Jeremy knew that someone must've already saw them, and it worried him so. After all, his status came with heavy prices, and he didn't want anyone other than himself, especially not Yuna, to be paying them.

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Ayaki "Kaoru" Yamagata

Kaoru sighed as she walked the barely sunlit streets, hands shoved deep into pockets. The day before had been a bad one, she was stumped, stuck fast in a rut. With a thirst for inspiration she left her studio apartment and began to walk, she didn't really know where she was going at the time. But she honestly didn't care.

Kaoru wasn't wearing her usual classy clothes, she was wearing the clothes she would normally sleep in. But she didn't bother to change before leaving, because to most they would just look like casual clothes. Simple, well worn jeans and a blue flannel shirt, thongs adorning her feet. Her hair was a mess to, though it kept it's usual shape of long on one side and short on the other.

She paused at an alley way where she lit a cigarette. Koaru wouldn't usually smoke, but it sometimes helps her relax, to let her mind wonder. She shut her eyes and took a long drag, opening them again as she breathed slowly out. Once her vision focused again she couldn't help but notice something... odd.
"Did I accidentally buy weed rather than cigarettes?" She thought aloud as she watched her leader and that cute white officer from the Dipictioners walk together, chatting. "... He isn't betraying us is he?" She continued to wonder. But neither of her questions were answered.

Kaoru ran a hand though her hair, as she turned to leave. 'I'll have to talk to him about this later,' she thought, 'Hopefully he's just trying to get into her pants or info or something...'

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Trinity "C.C." Vargas

A set of horns played aloud into a girl's ears, causing her to open her eyes and catch sight of a large artwork filled with iridescent letters and illustrations.

The Latina girl, named Trinity, planned on pulling an “all-nighter” as some would say, but sometime between 2:00AM and sunrise, she dozed off on the couch in the painting studio. Being an artist takes plenty of dedication, patience, and energy, as it seemed. Trinity took a quick yawn, stretching her arms and back to loosen any knots, or hear any pops and cracks. Her hair was in a disarrayed ponytail after shifting positions on the couch so much. She still wore the clothes she had on the night before: a black long-sleeved shirt, and light gray sweatpants covered in various colors of paint. The windows were still open so the fumes from her spray cans could escape the room.

The Latin rhythmic sounds of Joe Bataan playing in the background set the scene for the studio. “Gypsy Woman” was a song that Trinity truly admired, as well as admiring the musician because of how much his life compared to hers; living in a neighborhood of hardship and struggle with nothing but gangs surrounding every corner. The use of the arts was his way to escape from the neck of the woods into a better lifestyle, which Trinity plans on achieving for her family.

Trinity stood up from the couch, admiring her cool-colored canvas. “Serenidad” she called it. Wanting to display this sense of “serenity” a large butterfly blending into the splatters of rich violet and blue hues. This was something that she had never done before, but the meaning of the artwork she had on her mind ever since she was born.

While it was unfinished, Trinity was relieved enough to work on it since her Spring semester had ended, and she was finally on Summer Break. School was interesting to say the least, and it somewhat distracted with her art, so this was like her therapy, but for today, she was needed some breakfast, and knew exactly where to go.

She opened up her backpack revealing a change of clothes. A more “settling attire”: a deep blue trapeze tanktop, white summer shorts, and blue Nike tennis shoes to display some sort of color coordination.

After letting her hair down, and putting on some lip gloss, she closed the windows, turned off her radio, as well as the lights in the studio, and made her exit from the building into the New York cityscape. Walking a few corners from the building lead to the entrance of a subway station. Practically living in New York has benefited her into knowing the locations and destinations around the city by subway.

With Trinity's headphones relaxed around her ears, Joe Bataan still played in her head as she strolled down the stairway to the underground station. The pedestrians were at full storm this morning, so slithering around the crowd wasn't as effective as it usually was, but she still managed to make it closer to the front before the train could arrive. All she had to do was wait.

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Kane walked down the street, carrying his baseball bat in his right hand and a burlap bag in the his left. If one looked closely in the bag, they would see a few cans of spray paint, a pack or two of chalk, a few small bottles of tempara paint, small box of about 5 pastels, a bottle of water, and a few paintbrushes of varying in size. and what seemed to be a small folded piece of paper. Noticing the sun starting to rise as the peaceful streets become a little busier, he started to run. He did this because he knew he needed to get to that nice blank wall soon. If he didn't someone else might take it up or, while he was doing his art, someone would see and call the cops. And after last time, that was not an experience he wanted to repeat. So, as he reached the wall, his heart sank. He saw two pieces of art. Well, one, and then something else no one would ever want to see. He saw a bright mural with a variety of colors and a spray can in the corner. This was fresh. He didn't mind too much, but then he saw the ugly thing a few yards away, also scrawled on the wall. It was an ugly black spray paint signature of some stupid gang or other. He hated things like this, he almost wanted to paint over it but was a tad worried. He knew this gang happened to be pretty big, and he didn't want to give the m a bone to pick. So, he settled for the small space between the two works, and with a bottle of red, he dipped a paintbrush in and wrote one word in slow block letters. "OR." Having a moment of whimsy, he wrote more "Or" arranging them into a pattern so the, when looked at from afar, one would see an oar, like he had once used at a summer camp to steer a canoe. The "Or"s got thicker at the bottom and thinner at the top, looking as an oar should look. There were a few flat stones nearby he used as a stepping stool. After this was done, he took a bottle of dark blue and wrote a small border of "or"s around it and created a small border. The border was made so that it looked like a line; the "or"s on the side pointed toward the main oar, so the border was thinner then if the "or"s were pointed downwards. Please with his work, he walked away quickly after packing up his materials and carefully washing his paintbrushes with a bottle of water.

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Abi Kirsh

Abi dawdled. it was morning. Morning meant sleep crusted eyes and a belly filled with the smog of sleep. Her hands shook slightly as she stretched for the third time, pausing to fully arc her back. It was early yet, and the German had things to do, but not much motivation on this particular morn. She'd just finished a project and now was the time to muse and find a good place to create the next one. And to decide what to create. Of late the ideas simply hadn't flown right through her. Even when she'd found the perfect spot no images or even the faintest inkling of a perfect idea sprung to her mind. Which was rather depressing.

To the mirror it was then, rubbing her face and blinking away the sticky ugly dregs of sleep that grabbed at her eyelids and her head, weighing her down, teasing and tempting her back into sleep. But the girl resisted the allure. She leaned against the little vanity in her even small her bedroom and leaned close to the glass. She didn't look horrid, but not very good either. First was to flatten her hair and clean out her eyes. A topical check then to the shower. And back again to the beloved mirror. She paired hr face sparingly, for there wasn't need for anything heavy. Just a dab of this here and a smear of that there. And a new stud. The small diamond one perhaps? Leaning back to check her work, the red-golden girl found her handy-work acceptable. At least make-up didn't take too much inspiration. more skill and finesse than anything, really.

Then to get properly dressed in a capped-shoulder T-shirt and jeans. She grabbed a bagel and a bottle of water. It was time to hunt down a new place to paint. A jacket, something light, was pulled onto her shoulders and a smile and a sigh radiated from Abi's being as she exited her apartment. The bagel went into her pocket. She'd eat that when she was hungry, but she was too lost in her thoughts to feel hungry at the moment. why waste food when it was not needed? She walked a few blocks before deciding to break into a light jog, getting more into the rhythm of her feet and of the world around her than looking for a suitable place to paint now. Sometimes running was thought clearing. Sometimes it could open her mind for more creative images. Hopefully it would. The woman sang lightly to herself in lilting German as she jogged, too quiet for anyone else to catch the words.

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Markus Finch

Bzzzzt...Bzzt...Bzzzzt

One blue eye fluttered open. It found a large green eye starting back at it. Markus jerked up, knocking Margo from his chest. "Ai, Margo, don't stare at me like that. It makes me feel like you're trying to eat my soul." The man shook himself, jerking sleep from the very core of his body. What time was it?

Bzzzzt...Bzzt...Bzzzzt

And what was that sound? Blinking the sweet film of sleep from his eyes, Markus searched the tiny table next to the couch for his phone. And knocked it off. The black chunk of wired metal thunked on the floor, almost blending in with the dark carpet. The carpet he'd managed to turn black. It hadn't come that way. The original color had been a ugly brown, but Mark found it easier to hide a mess when the carpet was darker. Well, unless it was a light colored mess. But black cat equaled black fur, so black carpet was the next logical step. Mark shot a look at Margo, who was staring back at him from her new spot on his knees. "Hey, Margo. Fetch." He said. He could almost see her eyebrow raise. I don't think so. her entire expression told him.

Ah, felines. They never did anything to make themselves worth keeping, but Markus couldn't help but love the slender pitch cat. She flicked her tail at him and blinked slowly. Mark rolled his eyes and sighed. Well then. He stretched down to get his phone, and the slight animal leaped from his lap onto the floor, stalking away as the man overbalanced at the sudden loss of ten pounds from his knees and joined his phone on the floor. "Damn you, Margo. You did that on purpose!" He called after the retreating tail. "For that I'm not gonna feed you until lunchtime, so there!" A slight smile lifted his face however. Ah, it was rather sad to say, but the cat was his favorite companion in the world. And she seemed to like him alright as well.

Mark flipped open his phone, the old piece of junk that it was, and found it to be much later that he would have liked. How long had the alarm been going off? He rubbed his eyes, stretching and standing up lazily. Mornings weren't the best time of day for him. Too sleepy. The man pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbed a soda from his little fridge, and collected his bag of tools. His hand jumped slightly as he did so, but he gave it a stern look. It seemingly cowed under his stern blue gaze, and didn't continue to shake.

He poured the golden carbonated liquid down his throat and then he was ready to go.

Margo stretched on his leg, her paws reaching the pocket of his jeans. Trying to distract him, eh? She gave a curling mewl of question, but Mark brushed her off. "I'll play with you later, Mar, but right now I have other things to do. Don't open anything, don't eat the drapes, got it?" He told her, giving his friend and ear scratched before relocating her to the couch.

Then he exited the room, shuffled down the stairs, and out the door. Perhaps there would be a good place across town. There surely weren't any near his place anymore. Markus had made sure of that. of course, he couldn't stop others from taking spots there too, but so long as they were Hounds it didn't matter.

Languidly he strolled to the subway station, ignoring the people who moved around him in one big crush and flow of human. he let out a half sigh as he found himself a spot to stand. Usually cold disregard worked best for getting other people out of his way. He managed to emerge near the front of the crowd with a little jostling. Okay, maybe a more than a bit, but it was worth it, no?

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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.

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Ayaki "Kaoru" Yamagata

Kaoru had already moved far from the scene with her boss and the Depictioner White Officer, she was used to moving fast just in case police were around. They suspected that she was part of one of these gangs and they also suspected that she was a Black Officer, seeing as the same signature she used in her paintings showed up at crime scenes every now and again. Though they had no real proof it was her. It was then her phone vibrated in her pocket. She flipped open the lid with a small frown,
[ Hey. Delver's home. Mine. 5. Be there. Sharp. ] it read.

Kaoru huffed, now she had to go home and get changed into her usual attire before heading to the meeting... Which happened to be in the opposite direction to her house.
"Always makin' my life difficult, eh boss?" she mumbled to herself, pace quickening. She also had a deadline to meet for her next 'comic' at 3. So she would have to do a massive circle around the city to get everything done. But she knew she would be on time, she always was.

As an after thought she sent a text back, smirking to herself.
[You gonna score that DP chick? Boss?]
DP being her usual slang for a Dipictioner. Letting Jeremy know it was her because she changed phones often, so no one ever had her number.
[Also, be more discrete next time... Someone might get the wrong idea...] She added a few moments later, as sort of vague a warning.

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Trinity "C.C." Vargas

The sound of wheels rowing on the tracks made notice to Trinity's ears, gradually raising higher in volume. The anticipation that the pedestrians around her were having, waiting for the subway train to appear from the tunnel. Trinity could feel the expression of impatience from them. Many were already beginning to clinch their belongings and sneak their way to the front, nearest to the subway board. Even some tried to push, but they were failing to make any impact from it as they were pushed right back.

While the sound of the wheels erupted to a higher volume, Trinity could hear the brakes sounding off like nails on a chalkboard. That was one thing that she disliked about the subway. Hearing that sound used to haunt her as a child, because it was so screechy and earsplitting. Eventually, she learned to overcome that fear, because she knew that she would have to take the subway dozens of times. Three or four times a day, to say the least.

The louder the brakes were, the more the pedestrians began to thrust. Clearly their impatience was beginning to develop into an extreme since of arrogance, and once the subway appeared from the tunnel, beginning to make a stop, Trinity felt that all hell was about to break loose in that subway station. The metal doors expanding away from each other.

Trinity tried to make her way in, but she kept getting pushed by nearly every man and woman. Thankfully she was able to make it in before they could close on her. She went for a seat closest to the door, next to an older man and two businessmen. As she sat down, she unzipped her backpack after placing it on the ground, and dug through the rubble for one thing only: her favorite snack of the day, bubble gum. Cotton Candy bubble gum, to be specific. Just chewing bubble gum set her in a restful mood, especially with this busy crowd surrounding her like smoke.

With her legs crossed, she proceeded to wait for the doors to close.

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"I want it to STOP!"

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"Shiit. I don't give a damn if you don't like my art, or if you just don't like art in general. But don't go around being ignorant, thinking that's there's only one way to create art."

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"I want it to STOP!"

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"My colors may be bright and "girly" in this damn dark, vicious world, but that means I must be gaining one's attention."

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"Shiit. I don't give a damn if you don't like my art, or if you just don't like art in general. But don't go around being ignorant, thinking that's there's only one way to create art."

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"I'll carry a weapon, and I'll beat up anyone who messes with my stuff. But don't think for single moment that I'll fight for meaningless gains. That's not how I roll."

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"My colors may be bright and "girly" in this damn dark, vicious world, but that means I must be gaining one's attention."

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Kane Harrison

"I want it to STOP!"

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Jeong-Yun "Yuna" Choi

"I'll carry a weapon, and I'll beat up anyone who messes with my stuff. But don't think for single moment that I'll fight for meaningless gains. That's not how I roll."

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"Shiit. I don't give a damn if you don't like my art, or if you just don't like art in general. But don't go around being ignorant, thinking that's there's only one way to create art."


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Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

/sigh.
I would've liked more people to join though.. But!
This shall be starting now! Let's make this crazy! :D

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

Haha, well, I'm just waiting for a few more members before we can start. With only 2 Neutral, 2 Depictioners, and 3 Hounds.. It doesn't make much of a RP with a plot that requires more characters. I'll give it a day or two, and if not, I'll just start, and we'll see if we can work with what we have here. ^^'

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

@ reveries
I had to drop out of another roleplay (the one that was going way to fast for me at this point in time), I am allowing someone else within the roleplay adopt my character if they want. If not he will be deleted. I just don't want someone to come in and ruin him. My pride as a writer I suppose... It's kinda stupid yes?
So if this one also gets to fast for me I will do the same.

PS I can check/post every few hours at the moment, sometimes more often, other times less often. Kinda erratic at the moment lol

EDIT: also, when are we going to start? I wanna give Kaoru a whirl. I want to throw her and Trinity or Yuna in the same room with her, simply because both are most likely to reject my poor lesbian~ LOL *enjoys drama more than anything in an RP*

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

@girlwt
Oh? .. I don't think you submitted it in, try again love? I'd love to check it out.

@gothcakes
I see, thank you for telling me in advance, so I won't be too disappointed. No, I don't really think this will be too fast-paced, probably every couple days or several hours? I've yet to actually find a roleplay like so.. Lol.
I understand, everyone has their own lives, and if you need to drop out for a while, it's quite alright. I just want to get farther in this one than my previous.
.. On the subject, if the circumstances come that you have to drop out, would you prefer to, please excuse my bluntness, have Ayaki disappear/killed, or to be played by someone else? I just want to plan these things out should things come to push and go, y'know? ^^'

@OrangeHonrada
I look forward to them!

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

@reveries
Oh, I'm sure she will.

Also note; something has come up in my life just now. And if this rolaplay gets to fast paced (the kind where 2-3 more posts show up while you're writing your own) then I will have to drop out. Otherwise, I can post several times a day but I just can't be here all day to make sure I am keeping up.

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

Since I am not really sure if I did it right, I think I submitted a character...lol

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

@OrangeHonrada
Yes. That is the Neutral side. Have you read over everything?

.. Gah. Since I was so late in replying, I just wanted to get that out there. Any who, Kane's been accepted, however, I'm a bit worried as to how he can fit into the war and get involved, but I'm sure that you can handle that, yes?

@Gothcakes
It has been accepted!(: Although Ayaki is a bit less aggressive than I would expect for a Black Officer, but I'm sure that she could fill the quota.

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

Could my char not be part of any specific gang?

Re: [OOC] The Graffiti Wars: The Beginnings

Hey look! I found it!

I shall submit both my characters again soon!

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