Street Lights and Grey Skies |Private|

This is a private role play between Seven and monsterrrr, Please don't post.

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Life was boring.

To put it bluntly, Jason Muñoz was never really entertained unless he was involved. Sitting back and watching TV with Papa? Boring. Working downstairs in the shop with Mama? Boring. He was a difficult child when he wanted to be, At 17 years old he wanted to move out but noooo way. He was too young, None of his family from Colombia had formal education and he was to be the first. Then he could move out or whatever as his Mama put it.

Jason was supposed to make the familia proud. Too bad he couldn't give a shit. Maybe thats why when he pierced his own ear with four needles and bleached his hair butter blonde his Papa nearly kicked him out, But Mama stopped him, She always did.

Right now he was with his four best friends skirting the meat-packing district like rats on the wall of a cheese factory. They looked like they were up to something bad, and it was obvious that they were. Supposedly the mafia came to this part of NYC for a clubbing thing. Nick thought it was for hookers and Jason agreed, So they got their friends together and decided that they were going to ransack the mafia bastards cars and steal their stuff while they got some nasty STD's from the crappy girls inside of the neon brothels.

Spotting a ruby red Jaguar, Jason nodded to his friends. This would be the first target. Slowly, They all crept around the vehicle and made sure no eyes were on them. Jason watched Nick draw a lock-pick from his sweatshirt and go to work.

This was gonna be good.

[Seven]

The thoned windows at the brothel,
made it almost unable to see the young thieves making
their way to the car... plus - the men seemed to be merry in here,
not paying attention to the outsides.
Fine men, all of them - well at least they looked like.
A few of them having their seat in the ultimate amount of money,
others just scraping the dust, licking the shoes of the masterminds.
If you were on the bottom, it was not up to debate , you were a servant, a rag meant to dry the blood and a filthy excuse to the police.

"...So the Box was taken?"
A dark male sat near the bar, talking in a whispering
thone with one of the girls, whom had finally got a break from the drunken members.
"he was taken by the police just yesterday..he´d hardly reached to fire any shots.. "
She whispered and leaned closer, as if to hide their conversation.
The police was aware of the Mafia here in New York. And they where swift at their trigger fingers nearly as soon as they saw someone wearing a suit...
".....was it a mission according to the market?"
He asked dim, looking worried.
"...no......he was caught for massive rape"
The male sighed.
"So now we´re not only murders, we´re rapists....perfect" He mumbled frustrated.
The woman looking up as she heard some of the other members shout at her..
"don´t you worry...Mr. E will sweep this up.." She said, kissing his cheek before leaving.

Rion was such a servant.
Only licking the dust of others, and trying to cover up the evidence from
the crimes they were doing, he knew that if a situation was bad enough, he was the one to be fed to the sharks...Now that the Box was taken..he was the next in the qeue of sacrisfices...
Though all in all, the other members to respect him, and had saved his ass several times. Defending him the best they could, they were aware that he was here, because of an unfortunate mistake...
But was in no way able to help him out..

"FUCK!"
Nick's hand came away from the car window coated in a thick layer of glossy wet blood. Shards of glass were embedded in his pale skin and when Jason tried to take his hand to examine the damage he was rewarded with a sharp slap instead. "The hell, man? I'm trying to hel-"

Suddenly a piercing sound hit all of the boys ears- The car alarm was going off and the two other boys with them who were the least involved bailed quick. Lest they need to explain anything to angry mafia members or worse, cops. Jason and Nick stayed behind with the car.

"I can't, Dude it hurts so fucking bad." Nick was mumbling under the loud wail of the alarm, Jason shook his head and tried to pull the boy up. "C'mon! I told you, you should've wrapped your hand before you went and punched the damn window!"

"Shut up!" Nick wailed, Clutching his hand. The blonde boy glared down at his friend, Wiping the other boys blood from his cheek after the slap and glancing at the red on his own fingers. "Fine, I'll leave you here." His eyes narrowed, Hopefully the threat would move the kid.

That is, Until the door to the brothel opened...

[Seven]

"what the fucks happening here.."
A drunken member bursted through the door.
Running to his car, a few following up just to cover him.
The guests inside went to the windows just to check
on what had happened to the car..
Even Rion raised from his seat to get to the windows..
"i think someones been hitting Malou´s car.." The maid said slowly approaching.
Rion sighed
"of all agressive bastards cars, they choose to alert the one which belongs to a guy who could trade his mother for its safety."
He said slowly...
Malou was crazy about that car, always polishing it when not showing it around like his own little premier dog. .
Once he had even picked a lover above that thing...

Two sets of eyes peered at the drunken, extremely agitated man as he stumbled out to see the damage. Nick pushed himself off the ground despite his pain and glanced from his friend to the approaching group.

"J-Jason... What d-d-d-o we do man..." He looked like he was about to cry. "I le-left my knife back home!" The other responded to the anxiety with a leer, shoving the slightly shorter male to the side.

"Get out of here, I'll deal with this shit just fix your han-"
"You'll fucking die, Bro." Nick quickly spoke over him, but when the drunk bastard came closer he wasted no time in running off down the road. His wounded hand clutched against him until he thought he was far enough that Jason wouldn't see him start using it like normal.

Eyes narrowing while his supposed friend sped off, The last remaining looked to the owner of the car silently. He was probably going to come away from this one of two ways, dead and shot, Or shot and injured so severely he'd never be the same.
Oh well.

"We fucked up your window." He announced, The car alarm became quiet.

[Seven]

"why the fuck...never touch my car..you little..brat!!"
The drunken man hissed at him. Appearing closer..

Rion looked worried at the youngling, then at the maid.
That man was so furious when drunk..May god be by that kids side..

The drunken member stalked to his car, a lot of other members collecting around to see
how this turned out. In their own drunken lament, hoping that someone was going to put up a fight.
".i should...personally, teach you ..never..touch my carrr.."
The owner of the car raged, pointing akwardly at Jason

Jason appeared not to be moved by the anger or the threats, Holding up his hands as if welcoming an attack. It was almost like he wanted the violence, Like he was itching for the fight that was sure to come.

Even as other members approached the scene, Jason merely began to step away like he was changing his mind. It was making him nervous, being closed in like this, But this was what he wanted, right?

If wanted a fist fight, and he was going to get one. "You can't hurt me, Fuckface, By the way?" This was it, This was the fight or flight...
He round-house kicked the car door hard enough to leave a dent. "That's for your shitty windows messing up my friends hand."

[Seven]

The owner hissed.
Putting up his fists.
"Get over here and i´ll fuck up your hands too..!!"
He shouted angered, the others cheering as the
fight seemed to build up..
All hoping for that little rat to get smashed..
"Get him Malou, breake his pretty little face!"

"Come on!..strike first you little rat!!" Malou shouted..

As prompted, The boy lunged and struck the owner square in the jaw hard enough to knock him back a few steps. He grinned while the adrenaline pulsed through his system, fueling him to try and get another punch in while the guy was down-

That is, Until he got slugged in the stomach by another, unanticipated fist. It took him a second to catch his breath before he swung at the new attacker, again landing a strong hook to the guys temple, but he felt his arms twisted back the minute they pulled away from the punch. He was forced to remain still, The threat of pulling his arm out of the socket loomed dangerously close.

However, Now he was restrained and an open target for an onslaught of pain. " Eso es todo inútil! ALL OF YOU!" He screamed before the same fist connected with his stomach again, effectively shutting him up.

[Seven]

The crowd seemed to enter the fight,
soon a circle of humans were all over him.
Trying to get a piece of that little brat that ruined Malou´s car..

The barmaid gaspered.
"They´re killing him" She whined and pressed against the window.
Staring frightened at the scenario..
Rion bit his bottomlip hard, nearly making it bleed. . .
Those cowardly bastard..couldn´t even fight on their own without having every member
of the whole clan with ya..