His eyes open, but his body is heavy...why's it so warm?

Ah, that's right.
His vision clears up and he can see Victor lying beside him in the bed. Victor had showed up yesterday and stayed..rather odd but Crip was happy about it. With Victor, he felt safe.

Crip sits up, rubbing the back of his neck, letting out a yawn.

Victor: "Morning little birdy~"

His voice was so soft, and yet so husky from just waking up.

Crip: "Good morning Victor."

Victor leans up, his shirt off, showing all the scars he'd marked on himself.

The number of people he's killed...

Crip immediately realizes he's staring and looks away, thankfully Victor doesn't notice.

Victor: "Today, we need to go. I have a place, not too far but outside the city limits. You'll be much safer there until I can get a plan together."

Crip: "A plan?"

Victors face is blank..like he doesn't want to go into detail about it.

Victor: "We're bringing the dog. Cops don't need to find him here. Also, I want you to stay indoors as much as possible."

Crip looks concerned but he doesn't deny his wishes. He wasn't sure where they were going exactly, but there's no doubt, it'd be safer than here.

So the two get up, and Victor leaves the apartment, while Crip gathers the things he needs. Almost like...he was moving out. Which honestly he might be now. How would he pay the rent? Ugh...he'll lose the tv, his coffee pot, his bed..what a depressing thought. Still, his life depended on this move. He had to go.

It isn't too terribly long before Victor returns, leading Crip and the German Shepherd outside. As they're all walking down the stairs, Victor presses a button on a key fob. This big blacked out SUV starts up and it sounds so good. Loud, as if it had some power under the hood.
As Crip gets closer he can read Jaguar on the side of the vehicle.

Victor loads the dog into the back, while Crip gets in the passenger seat. Everything's leather and his seat is getting warm underneath him. This was a luxury vehicle.

Victor gets in and they drive away. Crip can feel his mind racing, as he leaves everything he's ever known. His home..his gang..his life.

There's little chit chat on the ride, and Crip actually ends up going to sleep. Once they're out of the city, Victor wakes him up, soft speaking the words, "we're here birdy."

Crips dull green eyes peer out the door, and to the house. It's a nice house. Not just nice, luxury.

Victor..must be pretty wealthy.

They go in, and Duke trails off, exploring the house.

Victor: "This will be your home, at least, until I can get O'Rileys attention."

Crip: "What exactly are you planning on doing with O'Riley?"

Victor gives him a look, one of 'I don't want to talk about that' and Crip looks down. It was conflicting. Apart of him still cared about O'Riley, but the other part of him was so upset..how could he forgive him after THAT? He knew that was the one thing he didn't want, and he made it happen!

Not only that, but he had Crip kill a man, a COP! Why would he do that? What did he really have to gain?

Victor: "You let me take care of things. Ok?"

Crip nods, and Victor shows him the house.

He stays for days, but one day Victor leaves, as usual, and Crip gets bored. Undoubtedly there's a coffee shop nearby. Just a little walk wouldn't hurt right? O'Riley wouldn't go out of the city limits.

Crip: "I'll be back Duke." He says to the dog, and leaves the house, wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, and his favorite smiley face black hoodie. He walks a good little ways, and spots a coffee shop. He smiles, and picks up the pace as he walks towards it, and that's when he hears it.

Feet thumping against the concrete behind him.

They found him. The gang has hunted him down and now, they're going to take him to O'Riley. Should he fight? He wonders, but has to make a decision quick! He turns around, but it's not familiar faces.

Two men, a short male with short brown hair, brown eyes, a scar on his jaw and a black eye, and then a taller male, who had slicked back black hair, and shades on, ran by and down an alleyway just beside Crip.

Not much longer, and a cop comes running up, clearly out of breath.

Cop: "You-civilian.." he says, huffing and standing tall, "did you see a couple of greasers run through here?"

Crip maintains eye contact. He can feel a lump in his throat. He's nervous..but this cop doesn't know him. He doesn't know a damn thing about him, much less that he killed a fellow cop.

Crip: "No, I didn't see anything."

The cop lets out an annoyed sigh. Seems this isn't the first time he's lost his targets..

Cop: "Thank you, I need to check uptown. Have a good day civilian."

The cop heads back in the direction he came front, thinking the greasers went another direction. Once he's fully gone, Crip looks over, down the alleyway, and sees the shorter man smiling.

"Well well, looks like we found another criminal."

The taller man softly scolds the shorter man, "Shorty, you're supposed to say thanks for covering us, not accuse him of being a criminal."

Shorty. That's the nickname of the smaller male.

Shorty: "C'mere. You deserve this."

Crip walks over, still weary of the two. He's handed a bit of money, and Crip suddenly feels much better, knowing he's in company of people like him....well...criminals. Technically he is one as well.

Crip: "You're..greasers?"

"Ah, well, yeah. We used to be in a gang, see, and now we are the gang. Me and Shorty."

Crip smiles at that, "That's pretty cool."

Shorty: "What about you? You in a gang?"

Crip thinks for a moment, then answers.

Crip: "I was.."

Shorty: "Bad blood?"

Crip: "Betrayed, I guess.."

"We understand that friend. My names Donny. We used to be in a gang, all greasers, silly I know. We got caught one time, but luckily it wasn't for any serious crime at that point. So we got let go."

Shorty: "Went back to the gang, and our fuckin leader had told everyone we betrayed them while we were with the cops. So they all wanted to kill us! Horse shit."

Donny: "Yeah. So we were on the run from them for a while. Then somehow, the gang split. The leader of the gang left, disappeared, seemingly."

Crip: "Betrayed the gang while with the cops...that sounds like a bit of the trouble I've got myself into.."

Shorty: "Maybe it's a leader thing? I always just thought O'Riley was an asshole.

Wait.

Crip: "What'd you just say?"

Shorty: "Huh?"

Donny pulls his shades down, cold blue eyes staring right into Crips.

Donny: "O'Riley."