Dax looked over at nitrous in disapproval of his actions . He had seen this guy in action before. In Dax's opinion he seemed just a little too arrogant. [color=ed1c24]"hey big mouth"[/color] he said angrily. [color=ed1c24]"there are rules to these things"[/color]

Dad paused for a moment and removed his Hood. He walked towards the boy than stopped about three feet in front of him. Dad pulled out a can of red spray paint and drew a large circle around Nitrous. With a small chuckle he looked up. [color=ed1c24]"this is the quiet circle"[/color]he said and snickered before looking him dead in the face. [color=9e0b0f]"so unless you can wait until Its time like everyone else . Sit down and shut the fucn up".
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Dax shook his head and laughed as he started to walk away. With a swift turn of his body he stopped and looked back at the guy again. [color=9e0b0f]"hey wait your name is nitrous right? "[/color]he asked than  squinted his eyes looking closer. Dax began to laugh maniacly for a moment almost doubling over in pain. [color=9e0b0f]"holy shit you are"[/color]

Dax ran his hand through his hair. He knew this guy from his work. In fact he knew everyone here by there signature look and art style. This was insane. Freelancers, retired taggers and even a few who had ran with the big three a few times. Dax smiled after breaking from his silence. [color=ed1c24]"I've seen your art work[/color] Dax said looking dead in his eyes. [color=a0410d]"I got my eyes on you"[/color]

Dax chuckled and returned to his duffel bag as he placed a blue tooth headpiece in his ear and returned his Hood to his head. Dax dug in his bag ensuring everything was there. Pistol, check. Smokes, check. Paint, check . [i]shit[/i] he thought to himself . He had forgotten his respirator. Fuck it, he would have to do without it for tonight. It wouldn't have been the first time, and he knew it deffinetly wouldn't Be the last. 
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