Raki feeling annoyed at all the rumors, and the drama spewing, anf boiling in a pot that was created, he sighed, getting out of his bed, he figured it was time to wak up, no one was lettin him get at sleep anyway, with a knock here, and a knock there, annoyance brewing slighting in his own mind. He wished people would just stop coming with excuses to just take down cities, and if they were giving those excuses at least show the proof that there was things brewing up in cities. but no they had to take down people that he cared about, he almost wanted to laugh with sarcasm. 

He sighed as he slipped into the shower, feeling infected by the outside rumors, and the curruption, that was being instagated, by stupid shit, he realized that once some people got into power, they thought they were better then everyone, they made rules, but they didn't follow their own rules, how interesting, although they judge a person for making certain choices, they didn't think to look in the mirror starting with themselves. No they thought to judge the poor homeless guy who had nothing to give but what he had. He began to brew up in his thoughts feeling annoyed, as he wushed up quickly, remembering he had things to do.

As he finished, wrapped a towel around the lower part of his body, his hair dripping water everywhere, but he didnt care, he was going to become the rebel he was born to be, he didn't care what people thought of him, so he put on his usual isrealian/ chinese attire, because again, it was more comfortable, and lss goofie looking. As he got finished getting dressed, he then started to dry his hair to a damp, havin one of the girls quickly braid it and put beads in it, the colors were blue and gold today. Then once that was done, he put on the coat that belonged to the outfit, and he put the weapons in the right places, as his eyes glowed a little in annoyed.

As his hair was finished, he then disappeared, and reappeared on the edge of the balcony, he looked down at the city, seeing the people argue with each other, fighting and shooting, he sighed, as he jumped down, landing on his feet in a crouch, as he looked around, he almost wanted to growl like he was a wild animal, which in all honesty, he was.  After all he was raki, he didn't get or annoyed very often, but when he did, there bound to be an appearance frmo him. 

As he kept walking, he listened to their yelling here, yelling there, their paranoid thoughts, their ignorance, their assumptions, the lies and the deciet, aliies betraying one another, because of the such first three, he again wanted to laugh, but all he wanted was peace to keep it's endurance, but that wasn't going to happen. Reason being that wasn't going to happen? well reasons being, there was that one asshole who gets in power, they get hungry with greed? or they get infected with paranoia. Either way, both choices ended up with taking out a city, and again excuses to follow of why they did the take down.

As he walked down the streets, he could feel the wind blowing through his hair, making it go back, as his speed began to pick up, as he would dcuk and weave though and around the people, just to get them out of his ears and out of his head. He felt like he almost couldn't breathe, he hated how friends betrayed each other, lovers cheated, and disappeared, children becoming an ignorant generation, problems weren't being fixed they were getting worse. Rogues festuring up, because no one stopped to think that the choices they made tend to start alot of drama, or made a lot of people mad, if they thought rogues were in ch, well, there is proabably rogues festuring now, waiting to come out and get their anger out. 

No one thought to stop and think, well maybe I am just listening to bullshit, that may not be true, no they listened to a rumor, that could cost them their life, who knows. As raki thought about it, he realized that cause and effect events were brewing up in the making, fastr than what it should be, he hoped that people would ralize that there were rogues everywhere, and and now because of most recent events, he was sure something big was bound to happen because one person in power didn't thnk to listen to the people, as usual.

As he came to a stop, ge saw his zither sitting on a small table, on a stage, he smirked forgetting he had a show to do tonight, and it was actually about the right time, so he entered the place just as he was called onto the stage. He waved to the speaking, letting them know he was there, as he walekd up on stage and sat down in front of his zither, and sat down. As he sat down, he put both hands on the zither, and became to play out a tune, in rememberence of the most recent events, and in memory of the ones who died, they deserved their story to be told. He began to tell their story of happiness, as suddenly they would take up arms, brother to brother, showing love, protecting one another, as one by one they dropped, they still tried to set their flag there, but the their enemy wouldn't let them, as the blood covered the grounds, sacrificing themselves, protecting their families, and children to keep the city alive. 

As Raki told the story, he ralized there wasn't much of that anymore, and when there was, it was very rare. He thought back about one of his ancestors, and how they would die for the people they stayed with, the people they rode out to war with, then as he came back to recent events, he could picture the people yelling out for war, bombs being hit into the innocents, and breaking the grounds, buildings being crashed into, turned into a crumble, cars being crushed, harmless people running, screaming for their lives as the enemy terrorized them, because of their pwoer hungry greed, or their paranoia. He could imagine it all, he had survived many wars, seeing it all, he would survive many bullets, as inncents would cry out for his help, he would often run into battle, protecting those who needed it, and those who deserved it. 

As he finished the tune, he put both hands down onto the strings stopping the vibrations, he looked up, hearing hte clapping, he could feel a tear sliding down his cheek, his eyes widen, because he felt it for the first time, he blinked, as he stood up and bowed, as the speaker spoke up for him, and he then walked off stage, and walked right out the building, and walked along the streets, going to do the jobs he was told to do by his boss.