After being locked up for three long years...

Frank walks past the barbed wire gates, takes a deep breath of fresh unfiltered air for the first time in 3 years...

The smell of burnt laundry and ball sack has bedded in his nose for so long that the natural air smells like roses.

He takes in his surroundings before he is abruptly interrupted by a circus of thugs surrounding him with fliers and talk he cant even take it in.

"Hey man?! You been in the game old man or you new to it?" says an unfamiliar voice.

"Boy I was shitting lubed up balloons of coke when you were still trying to not shit your diaper..What do you have to offer me?" said Frank.

"Well we have our own website, iphone app, and 401K if you join our crew...Just fill out this application." said the man.

*Inaudible noise of the pamphlets and fliers being shoved in Frank's face by multiple people just outside the prison gate*

Franks looks down and shakes his head and faces the prison and starts to walk towards the gate...before he gets to the entrance he drops to his knees and starts pleading to the chain linked metal and razor wire..

"Please mister warden let me back in...I am not ready for this madness...If I had a gun and un-shaky hands I'd shoot these men in the head just for a life sentence."

...after hours of pleading and men giving up on their recruitment, Franks walks in the street and hails a cab...

As he walks steps into the cab, he is overwhelmed by nostalgia...

"It will be me, I will bring the old ways back."

Frank disappears into the night holding his heart...The winds of change blow.

Draven can't help but look to see where the words "It will be me, I will bring old ways back," came from. Looking around she notices a shadow disappearing into the darkness.

"Hey.. Wait.." She runs after him, her shoes clicking on the stones as she abrutly stops as he turns to her.

Panting a bit she regains her bearings. "Promises of things and such aren't everyone's style." A small smile passes over her lips as she lets out a long exhale. 

"Smoke?" She pulls her smokes out of her pocket and holds them out to him. 

"I know I know.. It's the entire reason I'm huffing and puffing right now." She shakes her head as she herself lights up a smoke.

"Sometimes new things can be good you know, but i'm not sure of these things people are promising you. They sound ermm.. fictional? Anyways I believe though that with enough people really trying you can bring some of the old ways back and this one would really be one I personally agree needs to come back."

She takes a long draw off her smoke and then looks up at the man.

Franks stops and looks at Draven

"I'll take you up on that smoke."

Frank winks at Draven and shuts the door of the cab.

"Head to the nearest liquor store bud, time to celebrate." said Frank.

Frank takes a deep drag, been 3 years since Frank had a legit cig, that rolled pipe tobacco just doesn't quite cut it...