Ashes To Ashes (OPEN)

Who can see the future? We may never know it. Sweets and Kama Sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? But if the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? A triple entendre—one Juelz nests in that mummified and decaying muscle locked in his chest cavity. No one really knew the future—no one knew the impending gang violence would result in a massive wall locking them away like harbors of a deadly virus. Some will thrive behind these walls while others will perish; they will fall victim to the mental effects caused by this extreme outcome. But, Juelz, and many others had the simpler things in life to look forward to while caged, drugs and women; to; at the very least; make their stay that more comfortable. But like fornication, and smoking, if another chance would be given to those trapped behind these walls... Would they blow it? A deeper meaning at face value, yes, but no one knew the full future—so, if the world ceased the following day, would you smoke with him?

In the center of Manhattan, where the people densely populate the streets and the winter days call for insulated jackets. Juelz departed from a local coffee cafe, a scolding hot chocolate warming frozen digits. On the curb, donning a black tank top, neat white brows furrowed when golden hues fixated on the female. Unkempt hair, trembling frame, and less-than-stellar appearance. A prostitute, perhaps? No, even from the back, Juelz recognized this female as the old 3^rd Pillar; Vivian Perish. Another acquaintance of The Heir, and one that missing after the events regarding the gang of snakes. He approached the girl with slow steps, exhaling a frosty breath of air as he stood by her side. His gaze shifted from side to side before he spoke, voice as casual as ever as he remained indifferent to her entire situation.

"You look like complete shit, Perish. You waiting for someone to come pick you up or are you just contemplating your poor life choices?"

Taking a sip from the cup of cocoa he winced, the taste horrible.

"Always tastes like ass."

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- t a g s 」 - Vivi Perish .
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Things did go from shitty to worse in the time span of what felt like hours, huh? From the "crowning" of the new School Dean, to the attack on 552, and to the counterattack on Orochi's main base of operations. One could wonder, when did construction have the proper time to build this  500^ft cage of epic proportion? When the brave Defenders were off licking and tending to their war wounds? Or maybe even before—perhaps after the sudden and unexpected death of Zoe Garcia? Regardless of the hypothesis, the conclusion would always be the same; this wall and the oppression that built it's skyscrapering heights would crumble under the force of those they caused to suffer and endure this everlasting torment. Juelz eyed the wall before grinning and squatting down beside the ravaged teenager, those dress-shoes he wore glimmering from the streetlight overhead.

"You know of Locust, right? Disgusting little bugs that flock in hordes of hundreds even thousands at a time. Well, Locust are known to consume entire fields of crops in an evenings time span; the fuckers typical strike when the hardworking farmers are off in bed sleeping from an exhausting day of hard labor in the sun. And when they awake, what do you think they see? A desert; their labor in the bellies of hundreds of fucking bugs. The same could be applied to this very situation. We all got fucked over by a bunch of fucking shady bugs. Gotta' love it."

Golden orbs fixated on the cup of coca held by tingling digits. Juelz extended the fresh cup of warmness for the female to take, a rare sign of kindness coming from one such as him.

"You need this more than I do, Perish. Besides, my taste buds are shot all to shit. To me it's fucking disgusting, y'know? Plus, I can see your very soul shivering and the sight is unsettling." 

In all actuality the cup of hot chocolate was delicious, and Vivi would find out this fact herself if she took the generous offer from the elitist male.
 

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- t a g s 」 - Vivi Perish .
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With the warming tonic from his clutches to hers, Juelz stood back up fully—digits slipping into trouser pockets as a subtle smirk enveloped that dashing visage of his.

"Think so? I've been saving that one for awhile now. About time another person can appreciate the subtle genius displayed."

Words varnished in nothing but heavy sarcasm as his fingers wrapped around a familiar item—one long, slender, and scented in nature. His mind went elsewhere for a brief moment. It seemed this girl wanted to jump right back into the fray, or, better yet, fight back in attempt to regain not only her own freedom, but the freedom of others. However, she doubted her own strength, the humbleness thick in the air; so thick Juelz couldn't help but find himself struggling to breath. Truth be told, from what he saw during the glory days of 552, Vivi; The Ex 3^rd Pillar held her position for a reason. To him, he saw her feats and display of physical prowess nothing to belittle or take for granted. Within the ranks of those that defended the well-being of the school with blood, sweat, and tears. Vivian Perish was easily top five combatants if his opinion and expertise mattered.

Exhaling a breath of frosted air, golden hues fixated upon the girl, words forming from the plump lips of The Up-and-Coming Kingpin.

"Strength is what you make it, Perish. You want to help stand against the oppression? Nothing to it, but to do it. With you within their ranks, the possibility of victory can only rise; if only a little... This is like the fifth time I said similar words. I'm going insane."

Pressing his lead-finger and middle-finger to his temple in mock-gun fashion, his thumb dubbed as a fake-trigger; one in which he pulled; pretending to blow his brains out as he lazily jerked his head to indicate such. Shaking his head after the charade, he lifted his gaze off the female and focused intently on the cloudy sky above.

"Yeah, don't sweat the small stuff. "One mans trash is another mans come up", right?" 

He replied to her thanks with an idiom.

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- t a g s 」 - Vivi Perish .
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The outcome of death was always a realistic possibility—more so now than before. The fair-headed boy understood where the dark notion derived from; The Apostles and their low tolerance for defiance and insolence. Yet he stood unfazed by the singular thought of a spirit suffering an eternity in flames, or that very same spirit spending the hereafter blissfully on white clouds—He'd cross that bridge when the time for divine judgement called upon him. Truthful, Juelz Santana lived a life of ten-thousands sins, so could a walking talking demon such as himself really fear the hereafter? A lot of concern blossoms from the fact if one will burn or not. But what if you know for a fact you'll burn? What if you know without a single doubt in that beating heart of yours you'll be doing the salsa with Satan while his demonic underlings prepared the metaphorical barbecue-grill? Then what...?

"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, Perish. Besides, I'm sure your friends won't allow anything too bad to happen to you, right? Heh, take that guy Adrian; prime example."

He was openly referring to Adrian "Valo" Morei—faint chuckles in between his words as he found it difficult to speak upon this subject without cracking up.

"I never seen such a drama-king before in my life, real shit. When you're put in harms way, it is literally him against the world. I'm no punk, but even I would rather avoid that side of Bruce Banner, because otherwise I'd be force to roll up my sleeves and put the guy down. Needless to say, you're in good hands."

Taking a few steps forward, he strolled off the miniature dip that would be the curb while looking dead ahead at his parked vehicle across the way.

"Speaking of Morei. If you're really that lost and so gung-ho on getting into the thick of things, I advise you go seek him out. Dude stays in the now and can inform you on the happenings of this jungle a lot better than I ever could."

Juelz ignored the little tidbit on her absences—it wasn't really his business nor his concern, so pressing the matter he would not. Though, in times such as these, he had a very good guess on where one could locate the new CEO of Yuy Corp.

"If you need to find him, hit up Yuy Corp."

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- t a g s 」 - Vivi Perish .
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