New Folk An Original By: Warrior9721
Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:16 pm
[shadow=red,left]New Folk An Original By: Warrior9721[/shadow]
Introduction
The dim August sky was splashed with colors as the sun went down over NYC.
For once in a blue moon, everything was perfect.
No shootings reported, no drunk bums littering the corners of each and every street, making insults at passing men, and bad pick up lines at passing women.
But in in Coney, It was much different.
" So you think you got the skills and smarts to be one of us? " Swan questioned the two young boys, standing nodding determinedly at every word.
" Yeah, Warlord. " Fish said, his dark sweaty skin shining in the reflection of neon lights.
Fish was a tagger, he relied only on his spray can and his fists.
The rest of the gang was still bummed on Rembrandt's sad end.
Finding him cooped up in his apartment, a single shotgun blast to the head seemed to do it...nobody knew why, though.
" You do realize in order to be in you gotta' be better than Rembrandt ever was. " Swan said, lighting a cigarette. He never really smoked before Cleon's, Fox's, and Rembrandt's death.
It's quite a secret with him, but even Ajax not being a warrior anymore affected him...
" Nobody can pull that off, you know. " Cowboy remarked, he leaned on a wall, chugging back on a beer bottle.
Cowboy changed in the event of Rembrandt's suicide, he wasn't as happy as he was. He seemed to be always drunk, and if not, extremely hungover...And he grew a large beer belly.
" I think i can. " Fish said, cracking his knuckles.
" The hell you can, you little twerp! " Cowboy boasted, charging towards Fish.
Luckily, Swan caught him by the arm.
" Don't try it. " Swan said firmly in Cowboy's ear, shoving him back to the wall he leaned on before.
" How about you? " Swan asked, turning his attention to Boon, Who stood, his long hair draping down to his shoulders.
" Well i don't like to brag, Warchief. But I hold my own often. " Boon flashed his eyes over to Cowboy, who now sat down on the pavement, keeping a close watch on him.
" What's your specialty? " Swan asked, taking a puff of his cigarette, before popping it back in his mouth.
" I'm good with knives, I'm a solid soldier to lean on...I don't talk back...I'm a ladies man- "
" Oh, I'm so sure...damn posers. " Cowboy said again from his position at the ground.
" The Warriors have they're night off tonight, We'll be partying at the hangout. We test you tomorow...you don't get your vests quite yet...but i like you two, You got potential, you should drop by...Ladies man. " Swan chuckled to himself, flicking the cigarette ashes to the ground and walking off...
Just an intro to see how everybody enjoys it!
Introduction
The dim August sky was splashed with colors as the sun went down over NYC.
For once in a blue moon, everything was perfect.
No shootings reported, no drunk bums littering the corners of each and every street, making insults at passing men, and bad pick up lines at passing women.
But in in Coney, It was much different.
" So you think you got the skills and smarts to be one of us? " Swan questioned the two young boys, standing nodding determinedly at every word.
" Yeah, Warlord. " Fish said, his dark sweaty skin shining in the reflection of neon lights.
Fish was a tagger, he relied only on his spray can and his fists.
The rest of the gang was still bummed on Rembrandt's sad end.
Finding him cooped up in his apartment, a single shotgun blast to the head seemed to do it...nobody knew why, though.
" You do realize in order to be in you gotta' be better than Rembrandt ever was. " Swan said, lighting a cigarette. He never really smoked before Cleon's, Fox's, and Rembrandt's death.
It's quite a secret with him, but even Ajax not being a warrior anymore affected him...
" Nobody can pull that off, you know. " Cowboy remarked, he leaned on a wall, chugging back on a beer bottle.
Cowboy changed in the event of Rembrandt's suicide, he wasn't as happy as he was. He seemed to be always drunk, and if not, extremely hungover...And he grew a large beer belly.
" I think i can. " Fish said, cracking his knuckles.
" The hell you can, you little twerp! " Cowboy boasted, charging towards Fish.
Luckily, Swan caught him by the arm.
" Don't try it. " Swan said firmly in Cowboy's ear, shoving him back to the wall he leaned on before.
" How about you? " Swan asked, turning his attention to Boon, Who stood, his long hair draping down to his shoulders.
" Well i don't like to brag, Warchief. But I hold my own often. " Boon flashed his eyes over to Cowboy, who now sat down on the pavement, keeping a close watch on him.
" What's your specialty? " Swan asked, taking a puff of his cigarette, before popping it back in his mouth.
" I'm good with knives, I'm a solid soldier to lean on...I don't talk back...I'm a ladies man- "
" Oh, I'm so sure...damn posers. " Cowboy said again from his position at the ground.
" The Warriors have they're night off tonight, We'll be partying at the hangout. We test you tomorow...you don't get your vests quite yet...but i like you two, You got potential, you should drop by...Ladies man. " Swan chuckled to himself, flicking the cigarette ashes to the ground and walking off...
Just an intro to see how everybody enjoys it!