[center][h1][color=red]YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE[/color][/h1][/center]

The gang despite feeling weird after the storm enjoyed their time together at the bar. After properly introducing each other they realized they weren't too different after all and might be able to survive these six months together. They eventually parted ways and waited for the next day of service, but if they had any idea of what would be waiting for them they would have wished that tomorrow never came.

Prince arrived at the Community Centre first with his own cans and bottles of paint. If he was going to have to beautify this dump he was going to do it his way. When he turned the corner he saw someone beat him to the punch, but beautify wasn't the word he'd use to describe what was just seared into his eyes. Someone had painted a threat along the whole wall. Man, Tony was going to kill them. He'd probably think he was the one to do it. He thanked God he didn't bring that color paint with him.

Henry turned the corner to see Prince staring at the wall and followed his eyes. He took a step back out of a mix of fear and confusion before looking at the cans and bottles of paint in Prince's hands. [color=#dbdd3c]"Don't tell me you did this."[/color]

[color=#755FBE][i]"Dammit."[/i][/color] Prince thought to himself. If Henry thought he was responsible, Tony definitely would. [color=#755FBE]"Bruv, I thought you knew me better than that. Why would I paint [i]that[/i]?"[/color]

[color=#dbdd3c]"I don't know."[/color] Henry answered. [color=#dbdd3c]"I just hope that it's actually paint and not dried blood."[/color]

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