Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 21, 2017 3:11:46 GMT
Shibuya was a bustling city of movers and shakers, where there had never been a boring day. Maybe bland, but not boring, especially once you've gotten used to just how their part of the world worked. The more familiar with it you were, the easier it was for that world to reach out back to you. Mostly done in the form of corporate interest, also called advertising, looking to exploit any kind of profit margin it could find. Lovely how commercialized it was, truly spoke for the hub of fashion and materialistic rituals they were expected the conduct. Nearly every day you're being sold something new, whether on those moving displays, the public transportation system, or good ole' fashioned billboards.
Exactly what Kimura was looking for, but he'd been even more specific when choosing one. There were enough billboards in all of Japan, but finding the right one with the ability to send the messages you wanted was hard. Took a lot of time walking around Shibuya to find what he wanted, having expected it to be there due to some information he had about the area. Let's just say he knew some people and their company, so this wasn't about to be a big problem. Once they saw it, they got to getting up there and continuing the plan. Who was they? Why, it was the boys.
There were very few instances in which the young man would like to be in the company of novices, but that's what he had. Easily found this small, tight-knit group and decided to earn their trust, all in a weeks notice. They were more or less just there for the entertainment, but they had their own forms of potential. Probably better at tagging up signs right about now, still being rather out of practice with no ambition to brush up the skill. The more hands you had available to you, the better, given what he was going to do. They didn't seem to have any complaints so far, but that might've been because of the coal-haired male's seniority.
Making their way around the corner of a building, the small group of gangsters made their way through the garage complex of an apartment building. Just had to slip passed security as the gate was open and creep right in, went off without a hitch. Once they were in, finding the door to the service staircase was the next objective, along with picking the lock. A quick achievement as they scoured the perimeter, one of the boys popping it open in no time. Now it was time to try to run up several flights of stairs without stopping, the general excitement overtaking them, causing a gain in momentum. Around the seventh floor, they were gasping for air before starting it up again, having been one of the smaller high rise buildings.
After a couple of minutes, they'd broken through the lock of the door to the roof, once again feeling the breeze. Not only had this building rented out apartments, but it also rented out its own private billboard. One that happened to feature a girl he'd met, Ami Tanaka, small time model and nightmare affiliate. Now, nightmare was a family that shared, so she was gonna have to share her fame with them. Don't think they'll mind, once he'd managed to have a talk with her manager after he'd bought quite a few hundred stocks. There was so much to do before the year ended and this happened to take priority until he'd gathered more resources.
So, here they were, having put down their backpacks and essentially unloaded here. For one thing, each of them had their digimon on them, currently digivolving to their rookie form. For now, they were told to hide until further notice, not needed until they were done. Along with this was a radio, a small amplifier, several spray paint cans, a jar with some herbs, rolling papers, and a hero sandwich one of them bought. No one could honestly remember what they purchased, neither did they remember who the fuck bought it. Just so happened to come out of someones bag with no intention to be eaten right now.
While the boys got to work illustrating the glory of Nightmare, Kimura sat his ass down, legs dangling off the side of the billboards platform. He was just rolling up as they did their thing, first breaking up the flower on a folded up banknote. Both sides had been working meticulously, the nightmare moon emblazoned on the left side with a sense of pride. Wasn't any amateur work, had some real quality to it, doing their best not to cover Tanaka's face with the mouth. Same could be said for the joint the young man was rolling, using some of the finer materials one could have access to. The marijuana was home grown back at HQ, but finding someone to sell him papers was a different story.
Today was going to be a good day, there was more than enough reason to come here. For one thing, what they were doing was highly illegal, but it wasn't about the crimes committed. It was about the absolute gall to insult a rival gang in the most public of ways. At first, one would think that it was just the billboard being on display the way that it was, with the logo accompanied by a bold caption. 'Ha!Ha!Ha! Are you scared?' Simple, effective, Nightmare. This was all they needed, a cryptic message calling out the Shinjuku Busters and their inability to keep this city under control.
First, you bring in a homicidal maniac, then you don't investigate the murder until he decides to run rampant, all while a giant Greymon breaks loose. You might say that they had a lot on their plate and Nightmare had the full intention to use that at the food fight. Just like right now, all of them properly putting on their gear, faces covered with a variety of masks, be they surgical or for snowboarding. The joint was done being rolled up, with Kimura's tongue running along with adhesive strip to make it a little more active as it bonded with the other side of the paper. It was quickly lit as the socialite fished for his phone, taking the first draw and holding it in as he snapped a picture of him and his boys and their work. As he did so, the young man exhaled, letting all that smoke that occupied his lungs back out into the world.
Nice picture, really brought on that 'fuck authority' ambiance, the vibe they were channeling through all of this. It'd obviously been reckless, but that's what made them so confident in their decision to do it, that feeling of mania you get with the rush. Just like how this image was posted up on his #NAFD account on Encrtype, with a pretty simple description. Said they'd be there the whole day, asking for any Buster to change their sign if they think they could. Even gave them the address of where they were, which was it's own risky move, but who would turn them into the police? Who would forego their pride to that extreme and not defend their faction with their own hands?
Exactly what Kimura was looking for, but he'd been even more specific when choosing one. There were enough billboards in all of Japan, but finding the right one with the ability to send the messages you wanted was hard. Took a lot of time walking around Shibuya to find what he wanted, having expected it to be there due to some information he had about the area. Let's just say he knew some people and their company, so this wasn't about to be a big problem. Once they saw it, they got to getting up there and continuing the plan. Who was they? Why, it was the boys.
There were very few instances in which the young man would like to be in the company of novices, but that's what he had. Easily found this small, tight-knit group and decided to earn their trust, all in a weeks notice. They were more or less just there for the entertainment, but they had their own forms of potential. Probably better at tagging up signs right about now, still being rather out of practice with no ambition to brush up the skill. The more hands you had available to you, the better, given what he was going to do. They didn't seem to have any complaints so far, but that might've been because of the coal-haired male's seniority.
Making their way around the corner of a building, the small group of gangsters made their way through the garage complex of an apartment building. Just had to slip passed security as the gate was open and creep right in, went off without a hitch. Once they were in, finding the door to the service staircase was the next objective, along with picking the lock. A quick achievement as they scoured the perimeter, one of the boys popping it open in no time. Now it was time to try to run up several flights of stairs without stopping, the general excitement overtaking them, causing a gain in momentum. Around the seventh floor, they were gasping for air before starting it up again, having been one of the smaller high rise buildings.
After a couple of minutes, they'd broken through the lock of the door to the roof, once again feeling the breeze. Not only had this building rented out apartments, but it also rented out its own private billboard. One that happened to feature a girl he'd met, Ami Tanaka, small time model and nightmare affiliate. Now, nightmare was a family that shared, so she was gonna have to share her fame with them. Don't think they'll mind, once he'd managed to have a talk with her manager after he'd bought quite a few hundred stocks. There was so much to do before the year ended and this happened to take priority until he'd gathered more resources.
So, here they were, having put down their backpacks and essentially unloaded here. For one thing, each of them had their digimon on them, currently digivolving to their rookie form. For now, they were told to hide until further notice, not needed until they were done. Along with this was a radio, a small amplifier, several spray paint cans, a jar with some herbs, rolling papers, and a hero sandwich one of them bought. No one could honestly remember what they purchased, neither did they remember who the fuck bought it. Just so happened to come out of someones bag with no intention to be eaten right now.
While the boys got to work illustrating the glory of Nightmare, Kimura sat his ass down, legs dangling off the side of the billboards platform. He was just rolling up as they did their thing, first breaking up the flower on a folded up banknote. Both sides had been working meticulously, the nightmare moon emblazoned on the left side with a sense of pride. Wasn't any amateur work, had some real quality to it, doing their best not to cover Tanaka's face with the mouth. Same could be said for the joint the young man was rolling, using some of the finer materials one could have access to. The marijuana was home grown back at HQ, but finding someone to sell him papers was a different story.
Today was going to be a good day, there was more than enough reason to come here. For one thing, what they were doing was highly illegal, but it wasn't about the crimes committed. It was about the absolute gall to insult a rival gang in the most public of ways. At first, one would think that it was just the billboard being on display the way that it was, with the logo accompanied by a bold caption. 'Ha!Ha!Ha! Are you scared?' Simple, effective, Nightmare. This was all they needed, a cryptic message calling out the Shinjuku Busters and their inability to keep this city under control.
First, you bring in a homicidal maniac, then you don't investigate the murder until he decides to run rampant, all while a giant Greymon breaks loose. You might say that they had a lot on their plate and Nightmare had the full intention to use that at the food fight. Just like right now, all of them properly putting on their gear, faces covered with a variety of masks, be they surgical or for snowboarding. The joint was done being rolled up, with Kimura's tongue running along with adhesive strip to make it a little more active as it bonded with the other side of the paper. It was quickly lit as the socialite fished for his phone, taking the first draw and holding it in as he snapped a picture of him and his boys and their work. As he did so, the young man exhaled, letting all that smoke that occupied his lungs back out into the world.
Nice picture, really brought on that 'fuck authority' ambiance, the vibe they were channeling through all of this. It'd obviously been reckless, but that's what made them so confident in their decision to do it, that feeling of mania you get with the rush. Just like how this image was posted up on his #NAFD account on Encrtype, with a pretty simple description. Said they'd be there the whole day, asking for any Buster to change their sign if they think they could. Even gave them the address of where they were, which was it's own risky move, but who would turn them into the police? Who would forego their pride to that extreme and not defend their faction with their own hands?