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It isn't like Paul, Misty and Gary had not expected someone to demolish their usual place where they crash at after every task, this wasn't new to them.
They stand in front of the run-down garage opening where they used to spend their nights at, binge watching a couple of old shows on an old television box, sucking juice and milk cartons dry while biting fruits or pizza.
Their place now looked unfamiliar, the television box smashed to pieces and had dents all over it, walls broken and somehow there was a broken waterpipe through which gutter water seeped out.
Their place looked disgusting. And it hurt them no matter how much they had expected it.
"Guess we have to move on from this place too huh?" Gary mutters, scratching his neck around the keychain. He hisses at the disastrous state they had to come back to. Their happy mood for wanting to spend their money on food and some clothes and enjoy while watching some of the frat show episodes, were all ruined.
"It's a shame just how many times our places are demolished and yet not a single sign of who is doing it." Misty grumbles, spinning her rifle on her fingers.
"Mn." Paul nods, mood turning sour at the memories of their previous crashing places. "We don't even know how to track those people down..."
The three stand there in front of the ruined garage, just taking in the state of it while silently mourning of yet another place ruined.
"You know what?" Gary says after a while of silence, He puts his skateboard on the ground and mounts it, "Let's just move to another garage. Afterall, this one is beyond fixing and we can only hope someone from the municipal corporation would pass by and happen to see it's horrible state and propose to fix it."
The other two nod and then they walk away from the garage.
Late at night, the moon glows in the shimmer of the stars that are barely visible with all the street lights and pollution blurring the vision. But it is comfortable, as the three walk around the streets, sulking and bickering about whether they should just crash in a park and call it a night. Their money can be spent on food and sparkly things sometime later too, tonight just has to pass.
The three have been strolling for almost three hours before they find a rundown garage with a loosely hanging neon sign that reads "NEON QUINTET". The individual letters were working quite alright, except the 'e' and 'n' of Neon, flickering from time to time. There was a faint whirring sound fading in the background that suggested that the garage seemed to be in a decent condition.
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