[ooc: open roleplay post]

Interesting.

That was really the only word he could think of to describe the whole situation. Smoke rolled from between Yuusei’s lip and was taken away by the hot summer wind breezing past.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to lay up here on the roof of their little hideout and just watch the world go by. it was hot out, his vest laying next to him and one arm tucked neatly behind his head. Feet dangling over the side, shoes threw a few feet back… Yeah. This was nice.

Even this late at night, it was still warm. And that being said, he couldn’t sleep. While the others were tucked in for the night he had found himself tossing and turning in an uncomfortable sweat. Being out here was helping hi„ but now his thoughts made him wide awake. 

He took another drag of the cigarette. He wasn’t much of a smoker, but a butt here or there helped him relax.

What was going to happen once they took out the last few duel gangs remaining in the Satellite? Their plan hadn’t extended far beyond that just yet. They would rule. Kings of the slums. The castaways. Those who were left behind.

“Emperors of the damned,” he muttered to himself.

The stars were bright tonight. The crumbling city seemed quit. Dark.
Then again, he didn’t recall the last time he’d seen the pale city glow rising from the empty streets. It had been years.

He rolled onto his stomach and turned his body around to gaze out over the city. Cobalt blue eyes scanned the cracked streets with mild interest. The scars in the ground were no longer frightening or saddening. I was just life. What could you do about it?

He was destined to die here.
Probably end up a victim of some petty crime. And oddly enough, he was okay with that. He could accept it.

“Of the fucking damned,” he repeated while flicking his ashes over the side of the roof.