Warriors... come out to plllaaaay IC

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"You wanna be a Warrior? You gotta prove you can Bop. You ready to get baptized by fire bitch?" Rembrandt circled the kid, Fizz, threatening him. Snow stood off to the side smiling. He remembered when Rembrandt was just a newbie, only a couple of years ago, he hadn't been so big then. Hell the little kid had taken a spectacular beating at the hands of him and Ajax.

That thought made Snow frown, poor Ajax, his own hyper sexuality finally caught up to him and now he was serving fifteen years with no parole for attempted sexual assault. Snow always knew his peck would get him into trouble. The Warriors had been through hard times in the last year. The fiasco at Cyrus' sit-down had cost The Warriors a lot
of soldiers, including their War Chief Cleon and their scout Fox. A lot of other minor players had been killed during that time too, as all the other gangs swore to destroy the Warriors for their betrayal; only to have it revealed that it was The Rogues, not The Warriors who were responsible for the treason. Now Snow, Vermin, Cowboy, and Cochise were the second in commands to Swan, trying to rebuild the gang to its past numbers. They hadn't faced any resistance yet, owing to the respect they had earned by bopping through all the gangs and due to the fact that they were the only gang in Coney these days.

Snow laughed as Rembrandt kept yelling at the kid, trying to put the fear of God into him. "Hey Rem, I think the kid's freaked enough, looks like he's about to piss himself. You ready to prove you got what it takes to be a Warrior?" He asked, looking at Fizz hardness in his eyes. Cochise, Cowboy and him dropped down from the fence they were sitting on into the junkyard, approaching the kid, cracking their knuckles and just looking menacing in general. The kid looked as if he was about to run, but then steeled himself, fire coming into his eyes. That was good Snow thought, he'll need that rage to bop with The Warriors.

Cochise charged him first, landing a punch square on the kid's jaw and took a punch in the gut for reward. Snow stood back smiling as Cowboy charged in after Cochise, grabbing the kid and tackling him to the ground. This kid fought pretty well, but he never had a chance against the three of them. Snow stepped in and delievered a kick to his side and got popped in the knee for it. A few minutes later it was all over. The kid was battered and bloodied, but he had never cried out, never given up fighting. "You got spirit kid." Swan said, walking over and picking him up. "You got WARRIOR SPIRIT!" He yelled, holding the kid's hand up as a sign of respect. The gathered gang members broke out cheering as Snow brought over his vest. "You're family now Fizz." Snow said, placing the vest on his back. "You're a Warrior." Snow smiled brightly, slapping the kid on the back.

An hour later they were gathered back at their headquarters near the wonder wheel. Swan was talking and when the War Chief talked everyone listened. "Alright, here's the deal, we've had it pretty easy these past few months. The other gangs have been taking it easy on us after all that fucked up business over Cyrus' death. But that shit ain't going to last. We've recovered a lot of our strength the past few weeks, and I think it's time we get out there and show the rest of those faggots that The Warriors are back. Snow, Cowboy and Rembrandt, I want you to take the new kid and head into the city, I don't care where, and bomb the shit out of everything you can see. It's time we leave our mark on this city again!" Snow smiled, he had been waiting weeks for Swan to say this and he nodded his head in agreement. "Hell Yeah!" Rembrandt yelled, shaking his spray cans. "I've got a couple new tags I've been dying to try out, let's paint this fucking city!"
 
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"Stay close bitches they're around here some place..." came Hex's smooth voice as she took to the streets, her booted heels clicking along the asphault with the warning of trouble in the distance.

Each one of her girls were packing, herself with a gun but only used in dangerous situations. She'd fight first before letting some lowly group of thugs bring her down to their level. As their run brought them to a crossroad, she looked down both streets, holding her hand up for silence. "Shhh..." she listend closely, kneeling down to the ground.

As the silence engulfed them, she smirked she heard it off in the distance. "Come on this way. Spaz, Trixie, Clover go up high we'll take'em from down here... bail out." she called and the girls split up heading up top while the remaining Lizzies followed close on Hex's tail.

When the footsteps ahead of them found its way to the trains above they would find themselves trapped by Lizzies in the front and Hex's group in the back. "Welly welly well well....looks like we got ourselves a stray Warrior...or are you here to work on our turf without your crew? Shame..." Hex said holding out her hand, a pipe was placed in it as she walked up to the stray kid. "You don't look like no Warrior maybe a cute little masscot for them faggots. Lets see if you got balls." Grabbing his groin she felt him up cackling at this. "His shit hasn't even dropped yet ladies...he's wet behind the hears." Truth be told he was well in his late teens but he just had this mama's boy look on his face. The trains were due any moment as she taunted the boy.

"Freak... tag this sappling and send him home." The trains screetched to a halt before them as she smiled. Handing Freak a spray can. Spaz and Clover held the Warrior as he struggled giving Freak plenty of room to tag the runt.
 
Fizz looked around at the other three. It was time to tag his first places as a warrior. The initiation was tough, but he expected it, hey if he was going to be a warrior he needed to learn what it was like to give and hopefully only once in a while take a beating. He looked at the other three. They were all seasoned members of the warriors, around for when all that shit went down. But now it was time for some new blood, and he was it. He looked at the others as they got into the subway car to head to the city. Now was the time for him to prove that he could handle it.
 
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"Paintin' time!" Freak ran up behind Hex, snatching the can on her way through and stopping right in front of the guy. She took a light sniff of the air, then made a face. "Shit, Hex, he shit." She grabbed her nose in disgust, then laughed as she pushed her blue hair from her eyes.

She shook the can, her lot of black bracelets jumping on her arm as she gave him a good look over. "I should clean you up first... I need a clean canvas." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him to her and thrusting her chest against his face as she licked his forehead, then shoved him back into the arms of the other girls.

"Little boys shouldn't play in the streets all by themselves. You never know when mean lil girls are gonna give them booboos." She grinned, then set about giving him a nice *souvineir*.
 
Snow

The train skidded to a stop, the doors opening in Bowery. They were supposed to meet Falcon here, he had gottne them all the spraypaint they'd need to paint this town up. As soon as he stepped off the car he could tell trouble was afoot.
"Freak... tag this sappling and send him home."
Snow heard from the other side of the tracks, where another car was stopped in the other direction. Snow swore, sure Falcon had found himself more trouble than he could handle. This was Lizzie territory, and they might be chicks, but Hex was turning them into one of the big name gangs. He looked at Cowboy and Fizz. "We gotta help him."

He leaped across the tracks, jumping between the break in the cars to come out on the other side of the platform. He saw Falcon being held by one of girls as the other prepared to tag him up. Shit spraypaint in the face was a good way to get blind really quick. "HEY! BITCHES!" Snow yelled as he advanced towards them, cracking his knuckles as Fizz and Cowboy followed him across the tracks.
 
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ShadowDancer stayed at their home base she was always the nurse or someone that cleaned and cooked she never said anything to anyone ...She stole a whole truck load of steaks they were going to eat good tonight .. They all loved to eat together but some of the loners went their own way..


She always were black leather pants and a top that had a eagle on it she never wore what the others wore maybe because she never felt part of the gang or that she was always and has been different ..

She had the food in and she was waiting for someone to ask her about the drinks only if she would of told someone so she left a note on the entranced like she always did ...


Not very many people were here so she put up the music and started her dojo moves as she closed her eyes and danced the only way she knew how
 
Hearing the shout from across the way, Hex turned noting the Warriors. "Ah lookie here ladies... we got ourselves a star." Clapping her hands she grabbed Falcon by the hair holding him in a head lock and pulled out a blade. "You wanna play a game Snowman... I got one for ya. How fast can snow run before blood falls?" she smirked at this holding the blade at Falcon's neck as she dared them to move.

"We just watching our turf man. You know the rules, come floating in here like you own the place and we got something for ya."
 
Snow

Snow blanched a bit as she pulled a blade. He remembered Cochise and Rembrandt's story about the Lizzies taking shots at them that fateful night. Shit.. he had been planning on bopping through these bitches, then tagging this shit out of their turf to let everyone know The Warriors were back in force again. But now he had to think quickly if he wanted to save Falcon's life and still save face. "Look Bitch, we're not looking for no trouble with your clique. This is the only stop in Bowery and we're looking to bop our way through some Punks, pay them back for a little turf invasion they tried to pull this weekend. We're not going to soldier through your part of Bowery so let the little guy go before this gets ugly." He stepped towards her, his eyebrow arched waiting her decision.
 
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Freak frowned, dropping her can. "Aww, man. I so wanted to do that,too."
She shot a glare over her shoulder towards the Warriors, gritting her teeth. What the hell were they doing there?!

She grinned as she heard Snow, kicking the can back up into her hand. "He's already ugly as sin. Lemme fix 'em. I'll make him alll pretty..." She looked to Hex, waiting to see what she wanted. Freak was up for anything- but she knew better than to just take off on her own.
 
"Here's the deal Snow... we keep your little birdie here and you can bop through all you want. But he's your trump card. You get through settle your business and when you come back, he'll be on the train waiting..." she said eyeing Snow. He was a good one, always quick on his feet. She kept herself trained on him.

"No taggin our turf or you'll find birdies wings clipped, got me?" This probably wouldn't be the best way about things but they needed something for leverage to keep these Warriors walking through.
 
Snow

Snow swore silently. She held all the cards, there wasn't anything he could do unless he wanted to be responsible for the loss of a brother, even if it was one who foolishly allowed himself to get in this situation. Falcon should be smarter than this, back in the day he wouldn't have made the cut, but they needed soldiers and some of the guys they picked up weren't of the highest quality. "Fine. Deal. But if I find a mark on him when we get back, or if you don't hold up your part of the deal You'll be seeing us again. We'll descend on Bowery like a fucking swarm. And when we're done the Lizzies'll be a fucking memory." With that he waved Cowboy, Rembrandt and Fizz to follow him, walking off the platform, but keeping his eyes on the girls the whole time.
 
Hex

Hex winked as Snow took off with his peeps. She chuckled the laugh growing louder as they moved out of sight. "They'll be back, lets take him back to the house..." she said, they weren't going to take any chances of the Warriors getting the little birdie back.

"Sparx, go ahead and give the word to the rest of the girls. The Warriors are to walk through nothing more. Keep a close eye on them." she said, as she relayed the message Sparx took off like a feline and hurried ahead of the rest of them to relay the message.

Turning to Falcon she smacked the Warrior across the head. "Dumb shit...what were you thinking coming here by yourself?" she said as she branched away from the other Lizzies. No one would know but it was risky, "I can't be saving your head all the time, don't come out here by yourself I don't care what that faggot Swan has you doing. If they knew I was your sister you'd be out in a minute and I can't keep protecting you from the Lizzies either... now get your faggot ass home."


ooc: *gasp* its an interesting addition..if its not cool I can edit.
 
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Freak grumbled as she dropped her can again, kicking it down the road as before taking off in a sprint after the others. "hey Hex, I-"
She paused, looking around. Where'd she go?
"Hex?"
She stood there a moment, a confused look on her face as she glanced around. "Ha! Bet she's takin' a few swings on Falcon anyways!"


(Sorry its short. DuH mode hit.)
 
Snow

Snow was in an irritable mood as he made his way through Lizzie territory. They were short on spraypaint because Falcon had fucked up... he sighed trying to clam himself down, he'd fucked up a few times himself when he was a newbie, just had to remember not to be too hard on the guy. He was surprised Hex had let the whole thing go so easily, thinking for sure she was going to cut Falcon. He smirked softly, thinking that she must have been scared to death of the idea of The Warriors showing up in Bowery in force. They were a match man for man to any gang in the city with the exception of the Riffs, but they hardly conted, they were on a whole 'nother fucking level.

"Well it looks like we got ourselves some lost little faggots." He heard a voice behind him say. They turned to see a group of six punks in their overalls and rollarskates rolling towards them, two with baseball bats. Snow smiled as he saw them coming, preparing to vent his frustrations for the night.
 
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Fizz smiled as he saw the rival gang members come up from behind them. He was wanting to fight someone, and since Snow managed to talk the Lizzie thing down he was going to enjoy this, considering Snow didn't have any reason to stop this from happening. He said as he made fists getting ready for some fun.
 
With Falcon well on his way home, Hex sighed and hurried back to the Lizzies. "Lets be out." she said. Some of the girls wondered where the Warrior had gone but Hex didn't provide information, none of their business and no real reason to question her methods.

"Keep your eyes peeled ladies, those Warriors are bound to come prancing through our turf again."

"Yeah and you let that runt go." Clover spoke up then.

"What of it... I keep my word among other things. If the Warriors want to rumble we'll give them one. Now if anyone else has something to say..." she flashed her knife before flipping it back and slipping it in her pocket. "We got better things to worry about."
 
Snow

Snow smiled at Fizz, the kid's first rumble as a Warrior. "Watch my back!" He yelled as he charged the first Punk who came skating forward, tackling him and driving his elbow into the guys nose. He somersaulted off the guy and caught another one in a clothesline as he went by, knocking him to the ground where he delievered a vicious kick to his side. He turned and saw Fizz take one down as Cowboy and Rembrandt held two of the others off. Snow turned to the last one who seemed a bit scared at the ferocity of his attack on his two friends and turned to run. Snow grabbed a nearby garbage can and hucked it at the guy, knocking him down and running over to him, kneeling over him and pummeling him into near unconciousness. He waited till the others dealth this their foes and then called Rembrandt over. "I want to take a page out of the Lizzie's playbook. Tag this fucker up. We'll leave him right outside the Punk's base. That should put some fear into em."
 
Fizz finished taking care of his idiot kneeing him in chest, before tossing him against the wall. "Now idiot watch who you mess with." Fizz goes over to Snow and looked at the captured gang member. "Yea, tagging him should tell the rest of the idiots to stop rollarskating around all the time, and to respect us." He smiled looking at his opponent who was knocked out against the wall, pleased with how he did.
 
Freak hung back a bit, catching up with Hex. "Sooo... whatcha give 'em? A few slice-n-dice passes? A good mark on the rump?"
She groaned as she gave her a look. "Falcon! Ya can't tell me you just... patted him on the ass and shipped him off, did ya? C'mon, you even said we gotta give 'em somethin' they won't forget..."
 
Hex smirked looking to Freak... "Yeah I gave him a whoopin and sent him home to mama." she said as an answer and continued on her way. The Warriors were headed for the Punks both which shared the same turf but she was getting tired of that gig. The Punks sucked major balls... "If you remember snowman, said something bout hittin' up the Punks. If that's the case we can clean up and take that little shit peice of turf they share with us... I don't want to be sharin' my turf with no one. So lets clean up the trash and send them packin'. Lay low til the Warriors move out."
 
Snow

Snow laughed as Rembrandt shook up his can, spraying a big red W on the Punks chest. "Oh yeah, fuck these bitches are gonna be flippin' over this." Snow kicked the guy in the side again and he moaned slightly. "Let's get him over to their headquarters. Me and Fizz will string him up. Rembrandt I want you to throw up a tag on the side of their building, Cowboy'll watch your back. Then we're going back to Coney, through the Lizzie's territory, if they want to bop we'll bop..." He said frowning as he thought of Falcon.

Half an hour later they were on their way back out of Punk territory, the kid having been duct taped to the wall of their headquarters as Rembrandt threw up an elaborate but fast tag over their largest wall. Laughing the whole way the Warrior war party rolled back into Lizzie territory. "You handled yourself well back there kid." Snow said, slapping Fizz on the back. "You're a true Warrior now." His eyes searched the streets, looking for any sign of the female gang members.
 
The Lizzies watched as the Warriors made short work of the Punks, while there were plenty more where that came from, the majority had their asses handed to them. Hex surveyed the land, noting the "W" written on one of the Punk's chest. "Welly welly well well, seems those Warrior faggots be taken a page from our book." With a little chuckle she looked at the guy as he hung there.

Standing off to the side they waited for the other Punks to emerge before having a little "Talk"... Hex stepped forward. "You know... the Warriors are running on everyone's turf. If you hurry now you can catch them, their probably headed back to Coney now. Some of our girls are holding them for you..." A smart leader let the other gangs do the dirty work.

As the Punks helped their friend down and listened to what Hex had to say. The growled looking furious at the insult on their name. Taking up arms they rolled away on their skates some of them on foot, as they went after the Warriors. Hex arched a brow and headed into their dug out where they began redecorating.

On the other side of Lizzie turf, Clover and a few of the other girls waited at the platform for the Warriors to return, no Falcon in sight.
 
Snow

Snow, Cowboy, Rembrandt and Fizz made their way back to the subway platform, laughing and joking about their easy victory over the Punks. "Man Fizz, the way that guy looked when you dropped him like a sack of potatoes..." Snow said laughing. His chuckle quickly died down as they made it to the top of the platform, looking at the Lizzies assembled there. "What's going on here? Where the fuck's Falcon? You bitches trying to play fast with us?"
 
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Clover was in charge chewing on her gum she pushed off the steps they were standing near and walked up to Snow. Blowing a bubble it popped and she snapped it back in her mouth. "Nope you're free to go if you want... Falcon was already sent home to mama, like the panzy he is." She taunted as she moved aside. The train was coming up the way making its screeching hault.

"We were given word to make sure you get your tails off of our turf. Your business is done and we kept our word. Step up..." she pointed to the train waiting for them to make their move.

In truth a group of remaining Punks should be on their way over, and the Lizzies currently where there to stall the Warriors. Either way, if they got on the train, the punks would be taken by the Lizzies, or they could get their asses served to them by the Warriors. But soon the Lizzies would have claimed some extra leg room by the end of the night.
 
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