heat finds a way to rise somehow
It was the corner of No and Where, which in Night City was just about any corner. She couldn't say exactly what corner but could drive there without thinking. Most people, she figured, had driven past at some point in the last few days, never thinking to turn in. Even Daiya would have questioned why she would if asked, and that was the brilliance of her idea. She saw plenty of nodding heads at the rave when she brought it up, anyway, and that was good enough for Darkwire's mastermind.
Pretty soon the people of Night City would have something new to talk about, to marvel at, and maybe learn just what intersection they always sped right through without thinking about it.
"There's a real zen to this, isn't there?" Daiya mentioned off-handedly to her nearby tagger, passing time while she worked on her fill. Her finger pressed lightly in little spritzes of paint, dabbing here and there like a paintbrush. Others might choose to make quick throw-ups or tags, but it didn't seem right to leave the most visible section without a real piece to gaze at. Something to draw the eyes and make people wonder, really wonder. Even if it was the hardest thought the put in all day, Daiya would just be happy her piece made it happen.
"I used to think nobody really cared much about the art part, like it was all just ego, y'know. Just tag 'n dash, throw that shit up everywhere 'til the cops show up or your can's empty." The can rattled in her ears as she shook it up again, the black was running dry. A little air came out through her nostrils, it was annoying to have to stop for a refill. Daiya probably could have asked to borrow someone else's can, but it was black, everyone needed black. Smacking herself would only give her forehead its own tag, and one not nearly as coherent as the piece she was making. A couple coats of grey would have to do once her black was gone.
She really should have gone for pink infill, that one she had in spades.
"Not me." As it wasn't already clear to anyone in sight, especially anyone who had finished early. Her stomach gave a little lurch as her can sputtered out, not quite a the end of her stroke. A little more rattle and a lot more pressure from her finger finally encouraged it to finish the job. "Nah, I want someone to see this and go, 'Wow, that's a-mazing, who did that?!'"
She swapped out for the grey stuffed in the big pocket of her hoodie, the ones easy to access. The boring ones were in her back pockets, and for once Daiya was glad everyone couldn't see the outline of her body in the baggy clothes. Today her art, and the rest of Darkwire's, would have to make their statement on its own.
And in big, bold letters, hers would read:
