Yukio, James and Demothi stepped outside of the Cáfe, in the streets, it was cold outside, snow covered the sideways, Yukio and Demothi started going forward and James went abit behind them.

"Did ya guys hear about that happening at the suburbia in the west? They got one part of the mall pretty wrecked out there..."
He felt empty again, and there was no way to fix it. He hated the feeling, but there was nothing he could do, ever.
"I'm gonna go check it out next weekend, I guess."

Yukio laughed. "Why do You always have to check out those places?" He asked jokingly.

"Because I wanna see what people can do when they believe in something. I want to see how far people can go. And you already know how I take pictures of those places. It's just a way of life. When I have money and something happens in this town, I'm checking it out, if it's some kind of a thing that interests me."
He smiled and put his hands in his pockets. He filled himself with some weird feeling of happiness. It wasn't too good feeling for him, but it was enough to fill the empty part of his mind.

"You're wierd." Added James, "Where are we going now?" He suddenly asked and stopped, "Do we have plans for today?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that, no, I do NOT!", Demothi said loudly and laughed. He took some papers out of his bag and wrote one line to a paper on the top.

"Let's go do something.." James said and streched his arms, "I can't let another day pass with me doing nothing at all.." he said slowly, sounding like he didn't sleep enough.

"That sounded like we would be the suburbia team. But can you think of anything to do? I can only think of hanging out, and that would actually MAKE us the team."
He smiled and stopped at last.
"That's the thing I hate about life. If you've got nothing to do, you feel so damn miserable. Really people should feel really proud of that that they don't have anything to do, but..."
He shrugged and thought where he where was the nearest coffee stop.

"Wait." James said, and looked around to see if there aren't any people, "I.." He coughed his throat, "Found something.. Check it out." He said as he pulled out a short magnum revolver.

At this sight Yukois eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
C4? Guns? What does James think hes doing? Yu thought. "Where the hell did you get that" Yu started shouting but soon quieted his voice in light of the situation. "James are you crazy?!"

"Shh.. Well.. I went into a small arms deal, I.. Saved cash for a while, I have a room full of arms, I'm the only one who has the key for the huge metal door, I thought we could.. Do something, with the guns.."

"For fuck's sake, what do you think we're doing? Save them for a possible revolution, but I ain't gonna come to rob people. It would cause the hypocrites to believe something bad.", Demothi said quietly and felt a little spike of pain in his left hand.
"Oh, and anyone got cigarettes?"

James took out a box of cigarretts, took one out and offered Demothi one. While lighing his cigarrete he said, "I don't want to rob any place, I wanna damage the city and the goverment, not the civilians... I can't believe you guys refuse to actually DO something."

"I want to do something that actually means something, not damage them by their health. We'll only get even more of a hated image to those opposing the government. What do you think that would make others think of us, and anarchists or rebels in general?", Demothi said as he lighted his cigarette, smoking a small bit of it and breathing out after that.
"So, I ain't refusing to do anything, but I AM refusing to do something without effect."

"You know i dont understand politics and frankly, Im just gonna follow what ever you decide to do just to watch out for you guys. Hell, call me your guardian angel, but im just like that." Yu looked at his feet and pulled his falling bag onto his shoulders.

"Whatever man" Mummbled Jez in a frustrated voice, "Like you have any better idea that'll work.. And Yukio, why are you always taking his side? I don't get you guys.. But whatever, I don't wanna watse today, what can we do?"

Demothi continued smoking his cigarette. He filled more of the papers.
"I wonder where Mike has been...Probably caught up in Chicago.", he said silently to himself. Mike was his best comrade in riots before last year, when he had to move to the south. Had probably been up for some magazine, but Choke didn't know more of it.

"If you can think of ANYTHING meaningful to do, I'll give you two bucks. It's an awful day with nothing to do, and we've got to face it anyway.", Demothi said as bored as minutes before. "But we can always do art! Art is smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee in various places!", he sarcastically stated.

Him and his Goddam coffee! Yu thought. Different thoughts started floating through his head without much meaning, before he could grasp it, the idea had gone and another quickly drifted again into the space from the one before. He didn't fell much for coffee, cigarettes or C4. He just wanted company. And to have that, Yukio would do anything, even if it meant the C4 or the Cigarettes. This, too Yukio, was quite a depressing thought.

"Do we really need to do anything today?" He asked with a bit of desperation in his voice. "Can't we just enjoy ourselves?"

"Can't we just enjoy ourselves?" Repeated James in a teasing voice, "No. We need to stay active or we become one of those people who sits infront of their screens, doing nothing all day, and getting fat and ugly, we need to do something against the tax raising, and I say we start now!" He said in an exciiting voice.

Demothi laughed and started to sing.
"500 channels of a day-dream stimulation, helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations. Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating, and all your ideals seem so self-defeating!"
He turned his face back to his usual bored look.
"Or so-punks. I could just go and suicide in front of their house, right? What the hell else are we gonna do?"

He wasn't all joking about it. He could do a suicide, but not by himself. He could jump in front of a train or let someone shoot him, but certainly not by himself. The word was suicidal, but with extra power in it.

James jumped with an alerted face, he knew Demothi could and would suicide if he had a way, the idea of losing a friend was unaccepteable by James. "Hell no you won't suicide, stop being a jerk, you brouht up suggestios earlier, you wanna riot?"

"Could you PLEASE start listening to me? Like I explained to you before, I said nothin' about rioting. Although that would be a good thing, but just taxes raising isn't enough for that."
He was already frustrated, and now even more. He finished his cig, dropped it down to the street and then stumped it with his right leg.

"Mmm..." James dropped his own cig after inhaling one more time, "Well, then, what are we going to do?" He asked in an interested tune, he knew that Yukio himself doesn't like getting in to troubles and Choke has his own thoughts.

"I don't fucking know!"
He swinged his bag, and heard a cling in it. He opened it and looked inside.
"So there they are...Yukio, you got any cloth at your place?"
He grinned and started to walked, moving around the corner.

Yukio didnt like the way he said it or the strange clanking but he became curious, curious enough to go along with the anarchistic plan Demothi had in mind. " Depends, If you tell me what you have in mind then yes." He slowed down slightly and prodded the bag on Demothi's, back heard the clinking and chuckled. " Or if that is what i think it is." Yu contined and considering how well he did know him it probably was. " Then i would think both of you have severely lost your minds, and the answer would be no."

Demothi took out spray bottles out of his bag and smirked.
"I've got more of these too. We reverse the thought of the so-called bad graffitis, and get them on the cloth, hanging the CLOTH itself on a wall. That would be symbolism of 'We ain't so bad at all'. I'll call more of graffiti artists around and we paint a few of these, setting info shops around the streets. I'll take a subway station."
He smiled and swinged his bag back on himself, and thought that the plan wouldn't probably go too well, but they would get more supporters anyways, at least some. And they could use those things again.

Jez smilled, he liked that idea, better then doing nothing in his basment, starring a t.v with three channels, "Let's do it!" He said excitingly, and walked infront of them, then he turned his face to them with a wondering look, "Wait.. Where exactly would we hang the 'flags'?"

"Somewhere where people see them. On the walls nearest to the streets, subways, bus stations...Depends on how many guys we can hook up to hold up the infoshops. We need about two persons per one shop, soo...I can get us 2 shops, not counting us."
He smiled and asked almost immetiadly after:
"Oh, and have you got more cigs?"

"No." He lied, James wanted to keep more for himself, and more, he wanted to keep them off Choke, "Ok.." he took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "guys.. If the police will try to arrest, will you guys back me up on this?" , he wasn't going to tell them his plans, but he wanted to be sure they wouldn't backstab him when he would need them the most.

Yukio looked at him in his 'I'm not going to let you get arrested face' "Don't worry. I promise you, As long as im here im not going to let them arrest you." Yukio looked away and then back at Demothi. "Im not a graffiti artist but if it will stop you guys from blowing anything up i will help. And then just draw and watch like i always do."

"Ah crap" Jez suddenly said after he looked at his watch, "I'll catch up with you guys later, we'll meet in... The Westminstral Park in about an hour, I need to.." He looked around and one hand stealthy moved and felt the gun in his belt. "Do something.. Cya guys." Without waiting for a reply he turned around and started walking fast heading to the Charles Winter Memorial Business Complex, I'll show them.. Like real anachists used to do..

"I swear, that guy is gonna do something really stupid. Like murder someone or something. I can't believe that he's ignorant enough to use killing before it's even the last choice."
He took a serious face and sighed.
"I'm gonna need to stop by somewhere to get cigs and maybe another coffee. And more bottles. You got a phone or will I need to phone from your place?"

Yukio pulled his bag off his back and rummaged though it pulling out a large, out of date cell phone. Holding it out for Demothi he said " Here, what do you want to phone? And yes i agree with you about jez, hes been acting stranger and stranger recently, and walking off like that, that isnt like Jez at all he normally doesnt take a shit without telling us what hes doing."

"Great!"
He took the phone and started calling. In 10 minutes he had made five calls.
"Alright, we've got 5 artists coming, to the park. You'll get some cloth and I'll get more spray bottles, OK?"
He grinned and took his bag on him, giving the phone back.

Yukio started heading towards his house, about a dozen steps in the direction, he remembered he didnt know how much he needed or of what type. He turned to Demothi and called to him. "How much do we need? And what type of cloth? I'm really quite in the dark about this." Demothi didnt look like he heard so Yu called again. "Hey Choke?! How much and pf what type cloth do we need?!"

"Erm...White and about 5 metres long, 1 metre high!", Choke shout back. He visited the mall again to get the cans and went to the park.

Yu walked towards his house it only took about 10 minuites but it gave him time to think about Jez and his behaviour, he didn't seem himself at all, and this uneased Yukio a lot. He hated not knowing what his friends were thinking, they were the best friends a guy could ask for but they were all screwed up, screwed up a lot. He thought that was maybe why he hung around with them, maybe he was screwed himself.

He got to the door to his apartment block and took the key out of his pocket. His key was the only thing he kept in his pocket because even though he hated things being in his pocket, everytime he put it in his back he lost them. Yukio walked into the door playing with the key ready to open the door to his home on the second floor.