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The day was starting to wind down in Burokun City. The busy streets began to thin out as the day goers went home and the night crowds prepared for whatever they planned on doing tonight. Rubin enjoyed this lull as he find a nice spot to park his scooter and take a load off before making his way to his next delivery for the evening. 

Humphrey parked his scooter up on the shoulder of a bridge and cracked out his battered headphones, the same ones that he had since he was little. They weren't anything pretty to look at but they still worked plenty fine for Rubin. He plugged his headphones in and started up [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzFnYcIqj6I]his music[/url] as he sat back in his seat for a well deserved break. 

Rubin was no more than half way into the song before a buzz from his phone brought his attention back to reality. His boss texted in that he had another delivery waiting to be delivered. He gave an exhausted sigh but took his headphones off and popped his helmet back on and burned off back to work. His place of employment was a little post office that specialized in cheap and fast deliveries. Their lack of government backing meant they had to take every advantage to undercut their better funded competitors, one such advantage being hiring employees who could deliver goods with their own vehicles as was the case with Rubin.

Rubin lightly jogged into the store, helemt still on, to pick up the package left for him by his boss who was nowhere to be seen but likely just in the back. Without a word Rubin took the package, read the address and left once more on his scooter. He hoped to be able to ditch this job once he made a name for himself in the street samurai community. He figured he was good enough to get a few sponsors if he could just get a break but his lack of skill with a sword and it's overall cheap quality would likely railroad him into his current line of work for longer than he'd like.

Riding along one of the longer stretches of road, Rubin went over his game plan of getting discovered for the millionth time as he thought about the katana he had slung and sheathed away on his scooter just below him. Despite the odds, Rubin was determined to make a name for himself without needing to default to one of the gimmicks used by most of the gangs out there today. He was brought out of his own head as he arrived at the address. Package in tow, Rubin rang the doorbell of the home a few times before settling on leaving the package in front of the door and heading out. Rubin once again repeated the process of finding a spot to park and cracking out his headphones only this time he got a notification. [b]Bones[/b] was going live and as a fan of the up and coming Street Samurai, Rubin opened up the streaming on his phone.

"[b]What's up guys?[/b]" the phone rang out as Rubin got settled in on the seat of his scooter, one hand holding his phone and the other idly playing with his sheathed katana.

[@GingerBoi123]