Atomic Bombing!!!! (Open)

[kaiser]

Taj lay awake on his soft bed in his room, staring at the alarm clock adjacent to him. Suprisingly he was fully clothed in a black hoodie, and dark blue jeans, with stained combat boots. This attire only meant one thing and one thing only. It was time to go bombing. Taj treating bombing like an ancient Native American ritual, it was a very spiritual time for him. He felt the best when he was spreading his name throught the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately San Francisco didn't quite fit the mood of an urban graffiti paradise, but Taj decided that maybe tonight he would bomb in San Francisco, in order to give the place a bit of, "style." Normally Taj would travel to places like los angelos to throw up his tags, but today was a new things, and new things were happening in his life.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

Taj rolled over and slapped the alarm clock hard in order to stop the alarm. It was set to 3:00 a.m The time was now. Taj quickly rose from his bed and put on a dark black beanie. He then put on a gas mask and let it hang from his neck. He turned to his left, facing his window and swung it open, jumping out onto his house's roof. Taj lived in a two story home and he would have to climb down onto the ground, which he did. There was something missing, though, but what could it be? Damn he forgot his spray paints, how of all things could he forget his spray paints, the most sacred of tools to that of a graffiti artist. And so Taj climbed back onto his roof, nimbly I might add, and dove into his window recklessly, hitting the floor hard, not to mentioning making a loud thud. It was then Taj heard a noise, uh oh he woke his MOM!! Taj, frightened quickly grabbed his bag of spray cans and climbed out the window, shutting it behind him. He then rolled down the roof, which was at a slant I might add and fell onto his front lawn hard.

"Shit How could I be so stupid, damn I don't have time for this!!!" Taj said to himself while quickly rising to his feet and proceeding to hop his fence.

It was at this time that his mother Lasson quizically peered into his his pitch black room, she was so tired that she didn't even noticed that Taj was gone, and so she lazilly shut his door and went off to bed with her husband.

Taj looked back at his window and noticed that the light hasn't been turned on, meaning that his mother didn't check to see if he was okay.

"Phew..." Taj sighed, as he wiped the sweat off his brow, He then made his way down the block, putting on his gas mask as he did and begin to search for a nice wall to, "decorate."

[junpei]

Junpei silently walked the cold streets of San Francisco, his breath collecting in the form on condensation in front of him. He buried his gloved hands deeper into his pockets and pulled his shoulders up, bringing the coat collar tighter about his neck. He couldn't sleep for once, and as such was out roaming the streets of a midnight San Francisco. He had wondered for what seemed like hours now, although it had only been a scant half hour.

Sighing to himself he rounded a corner in time to see someone in a gas mask heading his way, rather quickly. Bringing his hands out of his pockets in case this was a pretty thief or maybe even a thug of sorts Junpei curled both hands into fists. His right hand tighter since if it came to a fight the right would lead. He focused on the figure before him and let them get about ten feet before he reacted.

"Out for a midnight stroll bud?"

His voice slightly thick with suspicion, after all he was. Who in their right mind ran around at night, with a gas mask on, and a bag full of who knew what. To Junpei it just didn't make any freaking sense and so he was going to find out.

Hey, if this guy was a thief, and Junpei brought him down, yay good deed done. If this was some punk kid out looking for meaningless fun Junpei had no problem with him, so long as he wasn't committing any serious crime.

In the background the sound of two cars racing down the highway sounded, followed by a pop, and then loud scream, someone just fucked up an engine pretty bad.

[kaiser]

As Taj was rushing through the insanity of the San Francisco night he noticed he was jogging toward someone that looked vaguely familiar. He was sure he had seen this guy somewhere but he couldn't quite figure it out yet. He just had to know. Suddenly the guy pulled his hands out of his pockets and curled up his fists.

"Out for a midnight stroll bud?"

When Taj heard this he realized that this guy must've felt threatned analyzing the situation he then slowed down thought about his surroundings. Taj was a 6"0 tall Pakistani-African American running down the street..........with a hoodie on, and a gas mask...That just isn't something you see everyday, even if it was 3:00 in the morning.

Taj stopped and pulled the gas mask onto his forhead, with sweat dripping trinkling down form his hair and onto the mask.

"Well you could say that, I'm just doin' a bit of Graffiti, ya know, to spice this place up. It's too flamboyant for my taste you know what I mean. Oh and by the way I can't help to think I know you from somwhere. You wouldn't happen to go to Hircine high would you?" Taj responded a little short of breath and full of anxiousness and anxiety. He's never been stopped this late a night, in fact he probably has never encountered another person when he's bombing.

Suddenly he heard two cars zoom by followed by a loud pop noise and a scream. His first instinct that cops were near by so he swung his body around to look at where he heard the sound by screaming.

"OH SHIT WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

[Next time man, I'm gonna stick to tagging los angelos...]