IL_Duce found himself in the streets with what many would consider some well deserved down time however on this day he was stricken with what felt like a sickness, a longing in fact not for any one person or even a particular vice no it was something more but he couldn't quite place his finger on it it was at that moment that he begun to look around a bit in search of this fleeting thing he desired so and in the state he found himself he became disgusted. There was litter every where in this place over turned milk crates left out by cowards and belly aches they had no doubt stood upon in order to profess their innocence IL_Duce began to clear the street taking with him these abandoned podiums to pave the way for new he was sure but it was then and only he found it what he had truly been searching for and so he himself placed a crate and began to call out

"Lad and Lass I have returned to these shores after many years from a lineage long forgotten, that was worth little in it's hay day to begin with I suppose. Things have changed here, many things. Some for the better, and some for naught. I come from a time when these streets were filled with pride and politic alike a place where men and women came to deliver powerful speeches to those of us who would listen."

Tears began to well in his eyes and the man speaking on the lowly street corner choked down his emotion in an effort not to make the significance of his plea out of context

"These times were long ago yet the structure as well as the texture unmatched, It felt different, It felt better!, we were not all in this place on these shores to rob a bank or mule but to engage with one another in kind to build together a world worth being in"

IL_Duce pulled from his pocket a flask and took a moment to collect his thoughts as he drank deep from it

"A world where a man could pull himself up by his bootstraps as intended and build from what he had when all had been taken from him, this is the world we live in a man need only learn from his mistakes to make a change in his demeanor and it will be clear this world is not against you it is merely your own actions that dictate what your fate may be, this realization is not hard to make"

IL_Duce stepped down from the crate and added it to the pile that needed ushering into it's new home, the dumpster adjacent, before turning yet again and beginning to light a cigarette he had pulled from his pocket as he replaced the flask he held and spoke again sounding down yet almost hopeful 

"I miss these days, the days in which when a person came to these streets he had something worth while to say, Something that mattered. Those days seem further now than ever before, But it doesn't have to be that way, It's up to us all to restore what these shores once were, a paradise for to be enveloped and appreciated. A place where you can make a difference, a place where you matter!”

His cries now fully exhausted IL_Duce collected himself did up the top button of his collared shirt and lifted the remains of disheveled soapboxes up into the dumpster before wiping his hands on the coat of the nearest bum and walking full stride down the alley to his tend to next set of duties 

Grace had listened to the speech, she'd heard it before, she was certain several would agree with her that it was merely a regugitation of an idea a large majority of the world would agree with, but hardly any would be able to find the time to do much more to encourage it. She knew even herself was guilty of this, forgetting to engage with others publically, because life was chaotic and messy. But here she was with a few minutes to spare, to bring life to the streets, although she wasn't sure how she'd add texture because if someone touched her, Grace would happily deck the person, but she would speak. 

She stepped forward, finger in the air to grab the man's attention mouth opening to join in his thoughts with agreement, companionship and general friendliness... when the bloke just walked off. Sure he did a bit of tidying, but once that was done he just fucked off into the unknown. "Huh, I guess he had something worthwhile to say but none of us who'd like to respond would.." Grace said under her breath before shaking her head and also taking her leave of the streets. Perhaps she could add texture in other places, but the likelihood was she'd just not bother.