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 Nitrous kept his position firmly against the back wall. He knew little of the people in the room, other than rumors and hearsay. To be honest, there were probably pieces made by these folks that had likely impressed him. He always loved it when he saw a tag on one of the massive buildings, as an assault against the oppressive white-ness of the city. He didn’t really know what to think of most of them. 

 For example, why was that one girl laughing so much? And why was there a girl holding on to a crowbar?

 It didn’t matter too much to him. His eyes perked up when he heard the challenge. Oh. This was interesting. An actual performance test to prove that they could deliver. In that case, he would have to deliver the best piece he could in a limited time. There was something a little foolhardy about it, however. Asking taggers to go out when the night was this early to set up a piece on a wall was a little obscene. Not enough to scare him off, mind you, but perhaps that was part of the challenge.
 A good Tagger wasn’t going to get caught by the police. 


  Still, Nitrous kept his position as the main guy kept explaining what was going on. There was a sense of permanence in this entire room. Nitrous expected that no one was going to be ditching their invitation so soon. For whatever reason, all these people were not associated with any of the Big Three, but they were still interested with being part of a different prospect.

 But forget that. A wall out there was asking for another glyph and he wasn’t going to wait around for this nonsense to finish if there was a white building waiting to be blessed with color.

 [color=lightgreen]“Introductions can wait; don’t you think?”[/color] Nitrous sighed from beneath his mask, [color=lightgreen]“If this is meant to be a challenge, then it means that there are some people who will likely fail. So why not save the introductions for when we return?”[/color]

 Harsh? Probably, but Nitrous didn’t have any time for that. His hand was already tugging at the strap of his backpack as he prepared to grab the nearest can of paint and rush onto the city. It was time to get going, and his mind was already spiraling with ideas. 

 He hoped they didn’t need him at the store tomorrow, because if he started tagging now he probably wouldn’t be able to stop.