Crip wakes up and pulls on his clothes for the day. Where's his hoodie? Ah, he left it on the couch when sulking last night.
He opens the door and jumps.

Victors there at the table drinking coffee again.

Crip: "Seriously, you're gonna give me a goddamn heart attack!"

Victor: "Good morning."

Crip blushes and marches straight over to his hoodie, but he noticed Victor staring at his arms. Crip hated people seeing his arms. A sign of weakness...

He quickly puts on his hoodie, and grabs a cup of coffee, then sits at the table.

Victor: "Your arms are pretty banged up."

Crip: "Yeah...that's why I wear the hoodie..."

Victor smiles a bit, pulling up the sleeve on his jacket.

Victor: "I understand."
He has little cuts, marked down as if he's keeping count of something. There's an old row of five...ten...and a fresh set of cuts. Looks like three brand new ones, and a few not too old.

He...cuts.

Crip: "Why're they numeral like that?"

Victor: "Each cut marks one person I've killed."

OH.

Crip swallows.

Crip: "You uh..keep count of that?"

Victor: "Of course. I regret killing, so I want to remember everyone I kill. These-" he points to the fresh cuts, "are from yesterday's raid. I killed three men for sure."

Crip blinks a bit. He regrets killing. So he marks his skin as a reminder. They were sorta alike...in a weird way.

Victor reaches over, sliding one of Crips sleeves up.
Victor: "What about you?"

Crip shutters at the touch.

Crip: "C-cigarette burns.." he points on the top of his arm, then flips it over to reveal old scars on the bottom on his arm, "cuts from...the past."

Victor smiles.
Victor: "You're a tough one."
Crip looks up into those grayish blue eyes.
Victor was...

Odd.

Soon the two are at the hideout, and Victor is quick to introduce Crip to two more members.

Victor: "This is FireCracker. He's in charge of all the raids."

Fire: "Yeah, you can thank me for not getting your head blown off~"

Crip gives the man an odd look. He smells like cinnamon.

Victor: "He basically snoops our places we raid, deciding where and what our best approach will be."

Crip: "So he's the reason we went in two sides yesterday?"
Victor nods.
Fire smirks.
Fire: "And what's your name fruitcake?"

Crip: "F-fruitcake?"

Fire: "Yeah I know your type."

Crip: "Excuse me?"

Crips expression was one of pure annoyance.

Fire: "I know your story. What happened to you here. Pimp and Tattoo made sure I knew. Still, it would've been a waste if you'd a died back then."

Victors eyes flick down to Crip then back.

Fire: "So, when you gonna test me out~"

Crip: "I don't think so!"

Fire: "What? I'm not your type? Oh wait I forgot, fruitcakes like you don't have types."

Crip: "Stop calling me that!"

Fire: "Don't worry, I'll get a taste sooner or later."

Crip balls his fist up, curling his lips inside his mouth. He wasn't too happy with this guys smart mouth.

"Oh c'mon leave em' alone FC."

Fire turns around to see a man with headphones and a beanie on. He has blonde hair fluffing out from under the beanie, and a little chin scruff.

Fire: "I'm just teasin' that's all~"

The male locks eyes with Crip.

"Hi there. My names Jude the Dude. You can call me either one for short."

Victor: "Dude here is our..uh...comic relief?"

Dude: "Yeah that's all I do around here." He cheers, folding his arms behind his head. Does this guy ever stand up right?

Crip: "C-Crip.."

Dude smiles, giving a wink.
Dude: "Don't worry little dude, people around here like to mess with ya, but you just gotta learn how to laugh it off."

Fire: "Yeah right, that'll just get his ass beat."

Dude laughs some.
Dude: "True. Maybe I'm the only one who gets away with it."

These guys were weird.