Balls is glancing around the gathering to see what his mother is getting upto. He can't spot her through the crowd at the moment, but he DOES spot a familiar human. As though he'd been there the whole time, Balls notices One67 on stage, standing behind Zane and talking with him. One is in a pair of baggy, paint stained green sweat-pants with holes in the knees, a dirty, paint stained grey t-shirt with a faded cartoon catcus on it, flip flops, and goggles around his neck. His hair stands straight up about a foot in that odd "white guy fro", but its shaved on the sides as well as where a baldspot would be. He looks utterly ridiculous. He also looks like he's had the ever-loving crap beat out of him recently. His nose is bleeding, his left eye is swollen, and he holds his ribcage tenderly with his right hand. Some of the paint stains on his clothes might be blood now that you think about it. Zane looks a HAIR away from furious with him. He's obviously trying to ignore the tall, goofy, bleeding human and concentrate on his mix, but One just keeps talking. As Balls is about to point him out to the others, Zane finally points him toward the three of you, standing in a small, but loose clique near one of the giant meat smokers.
He limps toward you, and halfway there, lets out an "AAAAYO!" with all the force and bravado you'd expect from a perfectly healthy man. Once within range, he slaps hands with Balls and Janitor before bowing to Dolly with a smile that reveals his blood stained teeth. "Wiz, yo. Sorry it took a mug a minute to get here. Got caught up in some shit, wiz? He answers any questions or concerns about what happened only with "Yo, this aint shit, yo. I done worn many an ass-beating in my day. The fuck that mug think he go show a mug that a mug aint seen mad times, wiz?" for whatever the hell that's worth. He quickly changes the subject, saying only "Follow me, yo."
He moves the group straight toward one of the cars blaring out ridiculously loud music, maneuvering everyone into a semi-circle around the trunk, where the speakers are. Once so positioned, he begins fishing around in his pockets, producing a high end electric lighter and a hand rolled spliff. Dolly assumes it's Ones drug of choice; Zen. He smoked tons of that stuff last time they met. Balls figures that's probably what it is as well, but has heard tale from Zane that sometimes, a little bitta Bliss finds its way into Sam's blunts. Janitor has no idea what is being lit up, smoked, and passed around the circle. After taking the first hit, One exhales into the sky and says, "Even if you aint hitting this, pretend to, for real. Aint no one go give a shit about us if we look cool, wiz?"
If you're not gonna hit it, gimme a Cha + Perform roll.
After passing it to Dolly first, he begins laying down the plan. "This one's real simple, yo." He looks at Balls. "Yo, you know that mug, Skim kid, wiz? Mid-level Krubb mug? He's got this ring. I need yall ta get it, wiz? I got this burner here, wiz?" Producing a small brown burner comm from his pocket, he passes it to Balls and continues to address the rest of the group. "It's a ARO on there, details bout the ring and shit. Ya got one week to get it, and when ya do, ya get five stacks a head, yo. But, here's the thing. Can't no one get seriously hurt and can't no one die. I mean, none a his people, I mean. This gotta be either some ninja type shit, or it's gonna have ta be a straight jack, but not a beatdown. Yall chill? Any questions?" The spliff has made its way back to him by now and he hits it a couple times as he listens to your concerns.
gimme an area knowledge: jacksonville, Gang knowledge, or sprawl life roll to see what, if anything you know about a "Skim Kid".
