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Action strode down the streets of the Upper West Side, balling his hands into fists and tensing his jaw. He absent-mindedly kicked at a rock, desperately trying to calm down.
Stay cool. Ice's voice chanted over and over again inside Action's head. It seemed so easy to Ice. Two words and a snap. That was all it took for Ice.
Action, on the other hand, was different. He could never seem to keep his cool long enough. He always wound up loosing it. But, he couldn't help it. That was just the way he was.
Stay Cool. It worked for all the other Jets. It worked for Snowboy, who seemed to be able to make a joke out of everything. It worked for A-Rab, who simply didn't care. It worked for Big Deal, who always had better things awaiting. It worked for Baby John, who was, well, Baby John. It worked for Gee-Tar, Mouthpiece, Tiger and Joyboy. Who in Action's opinion, were all too stupid to ever actually be angry.
They all made it look so simple. Action thought, continuing his walk to God knows where. But, he was different. Unlike any of the other Jets, it was Action's natural urge to bust like a hot water pipe.
Stay cool. Where had that ever gotten him? Action thought. Then again, where had busting ever gotten him. Action had lead the group in nearly gang-raping a PR. Not his most shining moment. But, who could blame him? Riff died tonight.
Riff, their leader, who kept them all together, was dead. And Tony, stupid Tony whom Action hated. Yet he still couldn't help being upset. After all, Tony had been a Jet.
Action picked up the rock and hurled it as hard as he could. "Goddamn you fuckin' PRs!" he shouted into the darkness and stillness of the night.
Stay cool. The voice in his head screamed at him. "I can't!" Action screamed back, wholly convinced he was going insane. "I just can't." he said quieter, pounding his fist against the hard brick wall. "This sucks." he leaned against the wall. Part of him fighting against the anger inside, part of him fighting to free it.
Stay cool. He had never fought this hard. He was torn between doing what he knew was right and doing what was natural. He had never fought a battle against himself before.
Stay cool. Why should he? What the hell did Ice know? If Ice was smart at all, Riff and Tony would still be here. The world was one hell of a shitty place. Action new that very well. So, if there were people killing people all over the world, what was wrong with Action busting once in awhile? "Fuck it." Action breathed, tearing off down the street.
Stay cool. But Action thought that was stupid.