—-:Role play:—-

[Jazzy]

Hiro put his head phones and walked down the city street, the only thing, it was empty, filled with trash, and stray dogs, “I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make em’ all day. I get one down in a second if you wait. Sometimes I think sitting on trains. Every stop I get to, I’m clocking that games. Everyone’s a winner, we’re making out fame. Bona fide hustler making my name. All I wanna do is BANG BANG BANG BANG! And KKKKAAAA CHING! And take your money. Pirate skulls and bones. Sticks and stones and weed and bombs. Running when we hit em’. Lethal poison through their system. No one on the corner has swagger like us. Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless. We pack and deliver like UPS trucks. Already going hell just pumping that gas.” Hiro went inside a building and ran up the stairs, opening a door, into a small apartment. It had a bunch of posters, and a small bed. A small kitchen was settled on the right. He walked up to the balcony and walked outside, looking around, at the now ruined town, crashing down. Taken over. Destroyed.

[Chris the wise]

Upon a flat rooftop, slightly lower than the balcony sits a recently constructed shack.
In front of the shack, on what appears to be a sun-lounger, Freddy fiddles with a collection of tools and junk laid out on a tray across his lap, their purpose unclear.