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Detroit, why did it have to be Detroit? Started by: Vela on Jul 19, '18 07:11

Given the recent light of events, some may feel enraged with Detroit. But choose your enemies wisely.

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It is obviously very clear now to many people that there is an increase in prosecutions for individuals who try to cheat their way up in this society of ours. Time could only tell when eventually the boss of all the bosses would catch them red-handed, and now that it has happened, the individual who is held in such high esteem had to come down to a decision that he will need to lock those individuals up. Not only to deter them from ever committing the same wrongdoing again but to remind people that there are consequences for every little thing you do. Every. From the word you pass down on the street about the latest drug prices, to the sinister whispers that make its way down the hallways of each family headquarters. Rumours that circulate those halls, intended to be kept secret but it passes down to more people before it's too late. This doesn't only apply to Detroit, but to every other city as well. People are wondering what went wrong while others are plotting in their murderous minds about how they can infiltrate the people who are weak- the ones who aren't made. While those upper structures are locked up in that cold, eerie cell, their minds are still at work. They have eyes everywhere

To the six other cities, the time will come when someone will lash out in their fury and harm anyone who comes in their way - releasing any grudges they have held onto for so long. A request, that they may be dealt with in private. It would be shameful, pitiful and embarrassing for any crew leader to have to find out from an anonymous source that one of their people has gone.. well, bonkers. You may take this as a warning, but for the most part, it is simply a constant reminder that Detroit cannot be defeated. The violence is inevitable, death is inevitable, so for your sake, delay it as much as possible. Our children's children need a safe space to flourish, an environment to allow themselves of personal growth, a world where their voices are not buried into the ground like a tiny dust particle swaying in the wind. So, let it be instilled in your minds that trial and error is not an acceptable way of starting a war. If you are going to even make an attempt to inflict suffering on those around you, make sure you are equally, if not more, prepared as your enemies. Tread carefully now, Vela's instincts say.

It appears that those who wish to cause complete destruction in the places they dare to step foot in have forgotten who they wish to mess with. Let the people of Detroit remind you: 

One spectacular evening-...

Let's try that again.

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There was a blackness in the sky that Vela could not recall seeing before. She tilted her head upward, wondering if it had been there all this time, and only now she came to notice it. The once pastel blue sky in the daytime had now transformed into a large expanse of black that overtook the narrow roads of Detroit. The dully lit streetlights and the damp roads from the heavy, pouring rain that night made Vela miss the comfort and warmth of the people she would see everyday at the headquarters- maybe that's why Vela felt so out of focus. She had been worrying her pretty little head for hours now, thinking when are they ever going to come out. During this time of her crew leader's absence as well as her hands who had also been given a temporary sentence in jail, Vela got newly acquainted with some of the locals, their conversation taking a surprising turn...

"Guys.." Vela broke in, holding out her fingernails and inspecting it. "GUYS." Vela announced another time, now biting on her fingernails as she looked at the three other people sat in front of her with a worried expression on her face. "Vel?" One of them replied hastily, the voice coming from none other than Boss Donny Donowitz, a character that one could not easily avoid. His wits were especially evident in what he said next, though he told Vela shortly after the conversation that he said what he meant, and he meant what he said... This is not for the fainthearted. Vela continued, taking her ruined fingernails out of her mouth and placing them under her butt to keep her distracted from doing her annoying mannerism again when she was nervous. 

"...If you had a message to say to the people who are planning to infiltrate Detroit, what would you say?" Vela provoked, eyes trained on Donowitz.

"Good fucking luck." A voice from another seat erupted. 

"I’ll gouge out your fucking eyes and skull fuck you." 

"...To death."

An amused smile crept up on Vela's face while she raised an eyebrow, as she noticed that someone else joined in on the conversation as well, that person not completely new to her like Donny was, but a long-time friend that she would move mountains for. Master Bates scoffed, both hands in lap, seemingly un-phased by those who would try to trespass the land he protects so dearly. Just for clarification, Bates is the one who had muttered, "Good fucking luck." Donowitz obviously had other ideas, as he leaned towards violence for retaliation. Wasn't he just charming? "Uh.." Vela's eyebrow remained raised as she crossed her right leg over the other to get comfortable. "That's a bit... aggressive. Isn't it?"She challenged, now removing the smirk from her face as her eyes turned hooded. "Donny is always aggressive. Its his nature." Bates reminded, shrugging. There was no denial, so Vela just nodded and proceeded to be concerned with what else they had to say. It seemed as if these thoughts were premeditated, like they had so desperately been wanting someone to just ask them once about their opinions and views about the rivalry in the community. They were waiting to pounce. The vibe in the room changed almost immediately, more intense.

"He doesn't like to be fucked with." Bates added, looking over at Donowitz who was pretty much on the same side of everything he was saying. A moment of silence passed before Donowitz spoke into the atmosphere again. "Um. I struggle with kindness..." He blurted, his face looking unapologetic. Vela didn't even have to say much after, she was like a kid listening to her favourite bedtime story before she would go to sleep, ears perked up and waiting in anticipation. "Oh yeah, and uh.. don't be two faced. Hate those you don't like. Care about those you like. Make it clear." Bates chastised, looking out the window into the empty streets, his mouth shut tight in a thin line. He gathered more of his thoughts. "If you don't make enemies, then you aren't standing for a cause." Vela didn't blink an eye, nodding slowly, convinced that maybe, just maybe, a little bit of backlash was good backlash. 

Besides Donowitz and Bates, there was one other person that Vela introduced herself to. Arsonist, who was sitting slightly away from everybody else, though his attentiveness did not go unnoticed as he interrupted the discussion. Vela couldn't see his whole face, but she was sure as hell she could sense a menacing smile that was plastered on his face when he spoke. "We are all a part of something big. With the population continuing to increase within our ranks, hate spreads like.. wildfire." Vela wasn't quite sure what he was getting at, but the subject of 'enemies' was something she was looking forward to hearing about. Donowitz chimed in, a stern look on his face as he said it. "Anyone who doesn’t have enemies has never stood for anything." 

Everyone else in the room seemed to agree, as not much was said after until few minutes later. The main focus of the conversation seemed to change into another direction, but Vela didn't mind, she would settle with whatever could distract her from feeling the blues that night. Donowitz let more words slip from his mouth, but again, he meant what he said. "...And hate is a natural human emotion, which is imperative to human survival." 

Arsonist and Bates took over the conversation for a while as they elaborated more on the topic of hate, that spread like a 'mental disease'. "You don't need any enemies to stand for what is right." Arsonist claimed, lifting his chin up more now as the corners of his mouth lifted. "...Well you don't need enemies to start standing, but, you will make enemies in the process of standing up for what you believe in." Bates assured as his dark brows drew together in concentration. 

"You will always have enemies. Hate is real," cautioned Donowitz. "The day man had sentient thought he understood hatred, was the day he committed his first murder."

"As if he couldn't do something more smarter. Poor fella."

"It’s not about doing smarter."

"...Need to show more responsibility in his actions!"

"More smarter..? Are you an english native?" 

"Nor responsibility."

"My main language isn't English, bates boy!"

"I fucking hope so the way you used your words before."

When all was said and done, Arsonist walked away in a silent and humble manner, looking down in front of him, avoiding any looks the others might be giving him. In his head, a raging voice was heard. "Let them burn down their own cursed road, fool! Let them burn themselves! Aha-ahahaha! Who are you to meddle with lost souls like yourself?" Arsonist replied to this, but was so incited by that thought that he actually spoke it out loud.

"I'm not a lost soul! I do all of this for a reason! You know that reason! To cleanse.... to cleanse."

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So, with that, the night ended with Vela, Bates, Donowitz and Arsonist parting and going their seperate ways. What could come out of that conversation is that the battle walls that Detroit has put up surrounding rivalry, enemies and hate were strongly built to protect the people from outside threats. This is a warning AND a reminder.

Thus, the tower still stands...

...No.

Detroit still stands. 

*All who is involved in this post has provided full consent to the author that their words may be used or paraphrased to fit within the context.*

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