![]() ![]() Oh, it does! Ha!” Candyman piped up after looking closer at the wall. “Did you really not know it was me? It even says ‘EZ-PREY’.” He didn’t think it was anything too special, but hearing the others talk about it made it sound like he was a professional or something. ![]() He’d had some graffiti down in the sewers where no one would see it, but he’d never put it out in the open before. He didn’t have to focus on anything other than the wall. He had found that this particular form of vandalism allowed him to let his mind go blank for a while. “Dude, this is, like, really good.” Switch said. I had some spare time last night.” He seemed ridiculously casual, shrugging. “Who cares? It’s just graffiti! Don’t make a big deal out of-”Įveryone turned their attention to Latch, who had been leaning against the wall near the corner of the warehouse while the group discussed the graffiti. “It would be nice to have someone new to beat down!” Candyman said with a glee completely unique to him. It’s not like they had blown up the warehouse, they just put some graffiti on a wall. “Even if it is some rando who knows about us, so what? Hey, maybe they want to join.” Raptor suggested. “We need to analyze all possible options.” Dice’s glasses glinted in the afternoon sun as he begun mentally running through as many scenarios his mind could process at once. ![]() “Okay, sure,” Switch said, taking the picture before slipping his phone back from where he got it, “But what if it wasn’t? It still could be anybody.” “What if it really was someone who knows about the League?” Switch pulled a phone from his pocket while Dice mused. “Ooh, wait! Take my picture!” Candyman posed in front of the wall. “You don’t know either?” Sonata asked, more as a statement than a question. “Gosh, this sure is something! I mean, I wish I had made it!” “Oh, just now!” Candyman sauntered over with his cane and looked up at the wall, though it was hard to tell when neither of his eyes were actually pointed at the wall. “Dude, when did you get here?” Switch looked over to Candyman. Candyman had appeared directly next to Raptor, seemingly out of nowhere. Raptor made a noise that was rather embarrassing for a fifteen year old to make and jumped what must have been a foot off the ground. “I… would lose my fucking mind.” Raptor said, trying to picture the image in his head. Oh my God,” She continued, her voice suddenly gaining a serious and somewhat frightened tone, “Guys, what if it was Candyman?” “Oh my God, what if it was- hah, holy shit- what if it was Candyman?” Her laughter slowly tapered off into silence. Sonata’s eyes widened as she almost doubled over with laughter. “Well, not all of us are here,” Switch continued, “What if it was one of us?” Somebody probably just happened to pick this one.” Switch smiled over at him, “Are you sure, dude? I mean, there’s, like, a thousand abandoned buildings and warehouses and shit all over this dump. He had a hand resting against his chin, his brow furrowing at Sonata’s question. We couldn’t have seen it.” Sonata answered, “But, man, this is incredible! I wonder who made it?”ĭice was studying the graffiti rather than admiring it. “How did we manage to miss this when we got here?” Dice looked back towards the direction they had come from and then back at the wall. “As if you would reach that high, shortstack.” “And, before you ask,” Raptor said, “It wasn’t me.” Sonata’s mouth was open slightly, eyes wide and staring up at the wall, and Dice adjusted his glasses for a second while taking in the sight. Upon seeing the wall, both of them slowed to a halt by where Raptor was standing. This is sick!”Īnd sure enough, after disappearing around the corner back into the derelict warehouse, he reappeared again, followed by Sonata and Dice. I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Switch took another second to look over the wall before hopping back on his board. “Who did this?” Switch looked over his shoulder back to Raptor, gesturing to the wall with his thumb. “Yeah.” Raptor watched Switch step off his board (a rarity) and walk up to closer examine the graffiti. It took him a minute to process the shock of colors before him. “What’s up? We were waiting for you-” Switch’s gaze turned to the wall as he cut himself off mid sentence. Raptor scanned the huge graffiti-covered wall, very impressed despite his disinterested expression.Ī static-laced voice caught his attention as Switch cruised over to him, stopping next to where Raptor stood in front of the freshly vandalized wall. The letters were huge and contorted with splashes of bright greens and yellows throughout. Jagged and curved lines entangled around each other in a labyrinth of neon against the previously dull grey metal. The wall in front of him was bursting with color. ![]()
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