[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/HiZTOHe.png[/img]
[color=crimson]Lower Ring: Streets, then to Soup Kitchen[/color] [@McHaggis][/center][hr]
[color=crimson]“You want to see it again!?”[/color] The loud, booming voice of a tall blonde shouted from the top of an apartment building in the Lower Ring.

Down below gathered a crowd of several dozens. Every single one of them, on top of their lungs, shouted [b]“YES! YES! YES!” [/b]

[color=crimson]“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”[/color] The blonde shouted back at the crowd.

The crowd from below repeated themselves, but this time to deafening volume level. The blonde cracked a smile as he took a few steps back, removing himself from view. The crowd stood at the bottom, staring aimlessly at the edge of the building. He had them eating at the palm of his hand.

Meanwhile, up on the roof of the run-down, dark brown and red building, the blonde took a deep breath. His trademark red hoodie was zipped up and he had the hood covering his head. 

And then his body came to view, soaring off the building. 

The blonde’s arms were extended in a V and  his legs straight. Being in the air like that was one of the best feelings in the world for him. Being able to defy gravity, this man - this legend - was the center of everyone’s gaze. Even as he would tuck his body and come down, the blonde was taking it all in. When his arms caught one of the cables connecting one building to another, he controlled his body in such a way that allowed him to flip and flip and flip around that one cable was still being able to keep his entire body straight.

As he brought his body around and landed his feet on the cable, the blonde saw the arms of the many below trying to grab at him, but he was still several feet above them. He smiled, giving them a wave. 

And then  the blonde jumped, flipping his body several times.

As his body descended at a rapid rate, he landed on a post with one foot and flipped sideways in the center of the masses. Just seconds after that, cheers of deafening levels came into the blonde’s ears and he gave them a bow. Following that came dozens upon dozens of bronze coins, to which surrounded the blonde in a sea of burnt orange metal.

As the blonde stepped up on a platform, he grabbed the microphone from the stand. [color=crimson]“Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the Jaakuna Hinoko Sky Show. Please come by again tomorrow and see what wonders I will do for you.”[/color] Jaakuna said, giving one last bow to his fans before they dispersed and went along their marry way.

Jaakuna began to pick up all the coins as fast as he could. There were several dozen of them, which meant good news for him and his siblings. It eased his heart that Jaakuna was able to make enough to get enough food for the week. Suddenly, he heard eerie, slow clapping.

[color=a0410d]“Well done, Mr. Hinoko. You truly are a gifted performer. They say you’re one of the best.”[/color] An older male said. He stepped forward from the company of two others.

Looking over, Jaakuna’s excited and positive vibes were replaced with anxiety-filled nervousness.[color=crimson] “[/color][url=http://media.moddb.com/cache/images/groups/1/1/941/thumb_620x2000/concept-louis.jpg]Zang[/url][color=crimson], what are you doing here?”[/color] Jaakuna asked nervously, holding his money close to his chest.

[color=a0410d]“It’s alright, Jaakie-boy. I’m not interested in your money.” [/color]Zang said, giving Jaakuna ease that he wasn’t after his money.

Jaakuna cringed at that nickname. [color=crimson]“You know I hate being called that.”[/color] Jaakuna said.

[color=a0410d]“Yes, yes you have told me plenty of times.”[/color] Zang laughed.

Jaakuna eyed him. [color=crimson]“I know you didn’t come watch my show just for me. You want something.”[/color] Jaakuna was right, you know. [color=crimson]“So, tell me why you’ve shown your face to me? What do you want?”[/color] Jaakuna asked almost in a demanding way.

Zang closed his eyes and laughed. He snapped his fingers and one of the bulky men behind him handed him an envelope. [color=a0410d]“I need you to do something for me.”[/color] Zang said.

[color=crimson]“I don’t work for the Triad anymore, remember?”[/color]

[color=a0410d]“Yes, I know, but you see, this is something you might be interested in.”[/color]

[color=crimson]“And what might that be?”[/color]

[color=a0410d]“Getting revenge on The Republic of course.”[/color]

Jaakuna’s face fell flat. [color=crimson]“Okay, you got my interest."[/color]

Zang smled. [color=a0410d]“Good. Now, if you will, follow me to my place. We got much to discuss.”[/color]
[hr][h3][right][I]Two Hours Later[/I][/right][/h3]
[color=crimson]
“God-fucking-damn-it. I can’t believe I walked right into that one.”[/color]

As he went from rooftop to rooftop, Jaakuna was cursing himself. It wasn’t for how he blindly accepted an unknown job from the Triple Triad solely based on the premise that it would get him one step closer to getting revenge for his parents death and destroying The Republic, but thinking that it was in any way optional. He foolishly had it printed in his noggin that, because he did such a great service to the Triad, that they would at least let him accept or deny jobs that they asked him to complete, but noooo. 

[color=crimson]“I just can’t believe that they’re using my siblings as leverage to have me complete this. They’re going to pay!”[/color]

Jaakuna was furious, but he couldn’t’ do anything about it. He knew what his assignment was. He had to remind some people at some soup kitchen that the money they owed the Triad was due.. Jaakuna hated the feeling he had in his gut. He wasn’t a bully or a thug. He might be a part-time troublemaker from time to time, never a straight-up thug, though — but , his siblings were in danger by being held “hostage” by Zang’s men. Jaakuna had no choice but to go this soup kitchen.

[color=crimson]“First this soup kitchen, then Zang ass.”[/color] Jaakuna nodded, as he arrived at the soup kitchen. [color=crimson]"Isn't that right, Nekohi?"[/color] JAakuna said to his fire ferret that was hanging around his neck, simply looking at him. Jaakuna knew that face. [color=crimson]"Yeah, I know, this isn't going to be pretty. Just remember, we're doing this for Maku and Gan."[/color] Jaakuna had to reassure himself that he wasn't doing the wrong thing here.

And with a thrust kick, he broke the door open with great force. It was probably too much force as Jaakuna had blown the doors completely off their hinges. No doubt there was a lot of attention on the shirtless, red jacket-wearing Jaakuna Hinoko. He stood there, looking at everyone looking at him. Some of them simply stared with a fearful expression on their faces, while others stood up defensively. Jaakuna sighed. He didn’t want to do this, but he had to.

[color=crimson]“Okay, listen up! No one’s going to get hurt, so just sit back down and enjoy your meals. Whomever is in charge, get your ass out here right now. It’s time to talk payment.”[/color]  That sounded real tough — and mean.

[color=crimson][I]Yup, I’m going to hell.[/I][/color]