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Post by robopocalypse on Dec 10, 2018 3:01:20 GMT -5
[ hey sorry i couldnt get a reply out today. I got a lil caught up in studying for my finals. But i will definitely have time tomorrow! ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 10, 2018 12:18:58 GMT -5
How is everyone? I’m going to get any replies I owe up within a day or so)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 10, 2018 12:32:34 GMT -5
(I think so!)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 10, 2018 19:18:27 GMT -5
Guess that was one thing they had in common. People, in his case, tended to have a field day with creating all kinds of assumptions about him. It's not like it was very hard to make them seem plausible in his case. He was already rather unapproachable, so it was easy for people to spread rumors about him. His favorite was that he was spawned in the sewers out of slime and grew up eating rats and gators. Of course it was untrue, but he found it somewhat amusing when he ran into people who wholeheartedly believed it. They were the easiest to mess with.
As Bael searched the isles of the small store, he couldn't help but wonder if anything he bought would actually help against the rat menace. Most of the things he was looking at either didn't work or were too expensive for his $20 budget, which didn't leave him with many options. When he finally found something he could afford, around $13 for a cheap pack of rat poison, he walked up to the counter and set the package down.
The cashier took a long look at Bael, then down at the rat poison before saying “17”
“17?” Bael growled in response “17 what?”
“$17” the cashier replied.
“$17?!” Bael snarled at him, noticing his smug expression. “Excuse me, but taxes don't run that high!”
“Now it's $21” he smirked.
Bael stared at him in a mix of frustration and shock. He had the nerve to raise the price just because he felt like it? That was not acceptable.
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Post by amberice on Dec 10, 2018 20:43:59 GMT -5
Sarah nodded, understanding the struggle. It didn't sound like she particularly wanted to be here either. "So, I presume, you're not tangled up in all...." she gave several vague gestures, trying to indicate the general gang-i-ness without directly saying it.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 11, 2018 2:08:26 GMT -5
“Well it’s great that you make money at school,” Gianna said with a nod, looking at the coins the boy was holding “but still, just be careful, eh?”
His brother would catch on pretty quickly if Jordie was stealing stuff, and Gianna felt like Jordie knew that, too. He just didn’t want to admit it to her.
She watched the boy begin to look scared when she talked about how people wanted to harm Nico. She hated that she’d scared the kid, but it was necessary. He deserved at least partial truth, didn’t he? Even if she couldn’t give him anything else.
In answer to his question shebsighed as she tried to think of the best answer.
“Well, it’s not really anything he did, it’s more about who his friends are.” the woman explained.
She wasn’t really sure how much she could tell him, or how much she could tell him. She didn’t really know this boy at all.
“You see, Jordie, your brother is friends with some people on that side of town that some people on this side of town really don’t like, and vice versa. And so it isn’t really safe for Nico or you to be out here, at least not alone. And yeah, it is pretty dumb, but it’s the way things are. And the way things are always going to be. There’s nothing you or I can do about it, so we just have to keep ourselves as safe as we possibly can.”
She hoped she was making sense to him. This was a stubborn kid and she’d hate to have to keep going over things. But then she understood his confusion. She would have been just the same when she was his age. She had never really understood the gang thing until she was about fifteen and her uncle explained everything and recruited her to the Vultures. Jordie knew that his brother was smart.
It wouldn't be hard for him to put the pieces together and realize that he had gotten involved with some kind of stealing.
But he wasn't going to admit that to some stranger. He didnt' want anyone to be right unless it was himself or Nico so he wasn't going to admit that, just scowl at Gia.
The scowl did fade, though, because he was pretty scared at the thought of Nico doing something that had made him a target. He didn't want Nico to get hurt, but even at ten, he knew that his brother had a temper and didn't seem to really care about rules.
Confusion filtered onto his young features at the explanation that it wasn't what Nico had done, but the friends he had.
He didn't get that- Nicos friends were pretty nice. At least, he thought they were, because they had always been nice to him. Maybe it was because that Nico would beat anyone who even looked at jordie the wrong way, but he'd never seen any problems with the friends Nico had. She continued to explain that they just didn't get along, and it made things so much more difficult and dangerous, and all they could do was do their best to stay safe. "Oh." He said quietly, glancing up at her again.
"So... is it dangerous for you to go on my side? Do you not like my brother?" He asked, looking a little anxious now, shifting on one foot to another, looking around as if he were ready to bolt at this point.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 11, 2018 2:31:52 GMT -5
(I will most definitely get replies up for everyone today. I kind of wanted to wait until I had a bigger batch to reply to.
Also Jordie is adorable just sayin. Did we want Cora to see them?)
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Post by robopocalypse on Dec 11, 2018 3:25:23 GMT -5
[ for dew ]
Juliette didn't have a job. She didn't have friends or family. She did, however, have a house and a roommate and, quite frankly, that was good enough for her. After alls, jobs would come to her soon enough. They always did. And in the rare chance they didn't, she was sitting pretty on black stacks.
With some of that cash, on this fine day, Juliette found herself sitting on a bench, eating out of a pint of ice cream. An odd sight, truly, to see a young woman who looks so battered by the world, so hardened by life's trials in that unavoidable facial scarring, sitting so peacefully eating a child's treat. Not that her eternal glaring devoid of emotion yet filled with rage was gone. Just, instead of being directed at a victim, it was currently focused towards the ground.
This was... Vulcan territory. Wait no, uh, Boltan territory. Vulture! That was the name of the gang. A silly thing to Juliette. She found the entire squabble between the two "gangs" to be absolutely ridiculous, even if she had only been here for a short time. Gangs were nothing but lies of family and trust, when anyone would be more than eager to stab a friend in the back.
Juliette scooped out another spoonful of ice cream, squinting up at the sky. It was nice not to be at work.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 11, 2018 11:32:53 GMT -5
“Yeah, I think that it’s hard not to get involved,” Josh nodded “when I first moved here, they wouldn’t stop trying to recruit me. I was the right age, didn’t have a job to go to, not much of a house. I didn’t agree to, of course. I’m not being part of their little gangs.”
No, he just supplied them with their weapons. He didn’t really consider himself involved in their violence, because they would have guns without him and he only sold them the guns, after all. It was up to them to use them. But would Adelaide see it that way? Somehow he doubted that she would.
“Oh, no, you’re not keeping me from anything,” Josh said as they headed outside onto the street “and even if you were the things you were keeping me from wouldn’t be as good as having a nice walk with possibly the first nice person I’ve met around here.”
She probably wouldn’t think he was a nice person if she knew everything about him. He had already decided that he wasn’t going to open up to her about his work. She’d only judge him anyway, and he wanted her to see that he wasn’t like the others. That he wasn’t the bad person she would probably think he was. Plus, why ruin a good thing? There would be no point in upsetting her.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 11, 2018 12:39:07 GMT -5
(I will most definitely get replies up for everyone today. I kind of wanted to wait until I had a bigger batch to reply to. Also Jordie is adorable just sayin. Did we want Cora to see them?) (Thank youuu And yeah I think Cora should see them )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 11, 2018 14:22:14 GMT -5
Okay I will get a reply with that today)
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Post by dietmountaindew on Dec 11, 2018 15:12:02 GMT -5
Lissy
Lissy gently ran her hand through RJ's curls as she listened to Sarah speak. Her eyes narrowed every so slightly. Sarah was being very vague, but it was pretty obvious what the woman was referring to.
"I work two jobs, I'm not really around here that much tbh." explained Lissy. Vague questions deserved vague answers. Besides, for some reason people usually bought Lissy's feigned obliviousness. Maybe it was because she still seemed to be the naive kid she once was. "How about you?" asked Lissy innocently. It was hard to tell whether the blonde was asking about the gangs or work.
In actuality Lissy wasn't currently involved with either of the gangs that seemed intent on ruling Brook Street. But it wasn't really Sarah's business to know that.
{for some reason Sarah trying to ask about the gangs without asking is low key hilarious to me}
Alek
Did Alek have better things to be doing than wandering around the Vultures part of Brook Street?
Depended on your point of view. He was a hairs breadth away of dropping out of high school. He rarely went anymore, he just hadn't missed quite enough yet to be officially a drop out. He wasn't that far from it.
In Aleks mind though patrolling the Vultures territory was pretty important. More important than anything else he could see himself doing with this time. The Vultures were more than a gang, they were all he had.
The Vultures made it a point to be aware of everyone and everything within their territory.
So when Alek saw a strange girl covered in scars sitting on a bench just eating a pint of ice cream by herself, he went up to her. Not because he was overly social. It was just his job.
"Hey."
A somewhat scruffy looking teen wearing a sweatshirt had walked right up to Juliette, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
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Post by infernalfey on Dec 11, 2018 18:50:31 GMT -5
(I’m so sorry I haven’t replied yet I got really busy but I’ll post soon if I don’t get whisked away. I’m sorry >~<)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 11, 2018 20:24:13 GMT -5
(Lol it's fine. Life is more important)
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Post by infernalfey on Dec 11, 2018 21:20:21 GMT -5
Guess that was one thing they had in common. People, in his case, tended to have a field day with creating all kinds of assumptions about him. It's not like it was very hard to make them seem plausible in his case. He was already rather unapproachable, so it was easy for people to spread rumors about him. His favorite was that he was spawned in the sewers out of slime and grew up eating rats and gators. Of course it was untrue, but he found it somewhat amusing when he ran into people who wholeheartedly believed it. They were the easiest to mess with. As Bael searched the isles of the small store, he couldn't help but wonder if anything he bought would actually help against the rat menace. Most of the things he was looking at either didn't work or were too expensive for his $20 budget, which didn't leave him with many options. When he finally found something he could afford, around $13 for a cheap pack of rat poison, he walked up to the counter and set the package down. The cashier took a long look at Bael, then down at the rat poison before saying “17” “17?” Bael growled in response “17 what?” “$17” the cashier replied. “$17?!” Bael snarled at him, noticing his smug expression. “Excuse me, but taxes don't run that high!” “Now it's $21” he smirked. Bael stared at him in a mix of frustration and shock. He had the nerve to raise the price just because he felt like it? That was not acceptable. Roshati looked up from her journal as she ran out of stuff to write about. She sighed and glanced at the door as she wondered if she should go in or stay out. She grew anxious and lonely, feeling odd despite not usually being one for socialization, and pushed off the wall. She pocketed her pencil and clutched her book to her chest as she ventured inside the shop. She began to look through the shelves as Bael's voice reached her ears along with the store clerk's. She crept closer and frowned when she heard the man raise the price. She began to try to think of an idea or even if she should do anything. She felt like Bael was nicer than people made him out to be and she wanted to help him. She thought of something and took out her notebook to write down the name of the store name, the day, and the time. "Hey," Roshati said in her attempt at an intimidating voice, her words cracking a little. She gave what she hoped was her best gangster look and pressed her pencil to the page she was writing on. "What's your name? You know who runs this area, right? I can get this store's name and yours to them for pulling a stunt like this and you don't want that do you?" She raised her brows and felt her heart pound in her chest. She never did anything like this alone. She never usually spoke. It was scary not knowing if the guy would be afraid of her or not. There was a chance he would and would back off being rude to Bael but there was a chance it wouldn't work. Offering to pay would not help since it might upset Bael and it wouldn't keep it from happening again. It seemed like Bael needed the poison so waiting until later to get it for him wouldn't help plus the same issue from before would arise. She grew anxious and she wondered if this would even work, doing her very best to seem intimidating and gangster like.
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 11, 2018 22:15:16 GMT -5
Bael gave a little expression of shock when Roshati came into the store and seemed to be defending him. It wasn't a common occurrence for someone to take his side on things. Usually when it came to scuffles, most people just thought he had it coming because of how quickly he got angry. People just thought he was the one to start it and never bothered to check what the other guy was doing.
The clerk blinked when Roshati came up, but he seemed unfazed by her threat. “You're a gangster? Look, I already give those folks a discount on things in the store, so I have to raise the prices for everyone else. It's how I make a living.” He seemed to pause for a second before talking again “speaks a lot about someone if they have to be defended by a girl.”
Bael frowned from behind his sunglasses, physically irritated. “Now what's that supposed to mean?” He grumbled, his eye visibly twitching.
“I just find it funny that someone who goes by The White Devil doesn't seem to be as tough as people think if he's having a weak girl defend him. Anger seems to be all you got, considering I'd heard you had the shit kicked out of you a couple weeks ago by a couple of guys”
Bael's face went paler than it usually was when he brought that up. It was the first time he heard someone talk about it, so he assumed he was lucky that no one found out. The experience itself was rather alarming to himself anyway. He got ambushed by a couple of dudes who wanted revenge for their mugger friend, who was sent to the hospital after he tried to steal from Bael. After the attack, Bael lost an entire week's worth of payment and was so bruised that it took a week for the swelling to go down.
He couldn't figure out how the clerk had found out about it, but at the moment, he was too pissed to care “you son of a-”
“Language” the clerk chimed in before Bael suddenly smashed his fist into the man's face.
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 12, 2018 22:00:34 GMT -5
(How is everyone doing?)
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Post by infernalfey on Dec 13, 2018 20:51:05 GMT -5
Bael gave a little expression of shock when Roshati came into the store and seemed to be defending him. It wasn't a common occurrence for someone to take his side on things. Usually when it came to scuffles, most people just thought he had it coming because of how quickly he got angry. People just thought he was the one to start it and never bothered to check what the other guy was doing. The clerk blinked when Roshati came up, but he seemed unfazed by her threat. “You're a gangster? Look, I already give those folks a discount on things in the store, so I have to raise the prices for everyone else. It's how I make a living.” He seemed to pause for a second before talking again “speaks a lot about someone if they have to be defended by a girl.” Bael frowned from behind his sunglasses, physically irritated. “Now what's that supposed to mean?” He grumbled, his eye visibly twitching. “I just find it funny that someone who goes by The White Devil doesn't seem to be as tough as people think if he's having a weak girl defend him. Anger seems to be all you got, considering I'd heard you had the shit kicked out of you a couple weeks ago by a couple of guys” Bael's face went paler than it usually was when he brought that up. It was the first time he heard someone talk about it, so he assumed he was lucky that no one found out. The experience itself was rather alarming to himself anyway. He got ambushed by a couple of dudes who wanted revenge for their mugger friend, who was sent to the hospital after he tried to steal from Bael. After the attack, Bael lost an entire week's worth of payment and was so bruised that it took a week for the swelling to go down. He couldn't figure out how the clerk had found out about it, but at the moment, he was too pissed to care “you son of a-” “Language” the clerk chimed in before Bael suddenly smashed his fist into the man's face. (sorry it took so long there was some stuff that happened yesterday and before that i wasn't really home and im really sorry i haven't replied >~<) If Roshati didn't snap when the cashier taunted Bael the first time because she came to his defense, she most certainly did when he continued. She scowled and clutched her book tightly as she took a step forward as she moved to bash the spine of her book into the man's face. Bael beat her to it and her expression grew even more determined as she slammed her book into the guy. She gave another whack started to speak as anger dripped from her words. "You don't use sexism to insinuate someone is less than what they are. Don't be such a twit." She brought her book back to her chest and glared at the man as she backed away. She didn't understand people like this man. Why did people think they had the right to push someone's buttons just because they felt like they could? She hadn't known Bael long but she felt like she just couldn't let that man get away with what he said. There was a burning anger growing inside of her and she felt like throwing something at him. "This is why I don't bother with people," she grumbled as she checked her journal over for damage. She looked at Bael and her expression softened. "What are you going to do? My idea didn't help, I apologize." She looked over at the man and then at the poison Bael was trying to get. She would understand if he continued to punch the man or if he just took the poison and leave. She was curious what he would do and felt the anger start to leave her system after having whacked the rude man.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 14, 2018 1:52:00 GMT -5
(God I’m really awful sorry for not being here guys! I will get replies up)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 14, 2018 14:56:24 GMT -5
Bael glared at the clerk as he was rearing back in pain from the punch to the face and the times the book slammed into his skull. Bael picked up the pack of poison and stuffed it into his pocket. Getting harassed was enough of a payment for it. Besides, he wasn't going to give this man any money for the things he said. Turning to leave, he looked at Roshati when she apologized “don't worry about it too much, I can handle myself.” He was pretty used to people trying to get him mad for the sake of getting a reaction. The people he found more trouble dealing with, however, were people who were trying to get him in trouble. Lucky for him, the clerk just seemed more into getting a reaction than anything.
The clerk sat propped up on the counter as he tried to push his nose back in place with his throbbing head. He managed to twist it forward again, but let out a noticeable grunt when he could see how screwed up his nose looked. He gritted his teeth together, picking up something on the counter, making sure the two of them weren't looking.
“Weren't you going to the bookstore or something?” Bael asked before he heard the sound of the clerk quickly moving. He quickly whipped around, ready to catch any fists the man threw. He caught the first one, but a sudden pain in his hand caused him to flinch and take a few steps back. He silently started cussing up a storm, seeing the clerk was holding a fairly large screwdriver between his knuckles. He could feel blood oozing down his hand and started letting out heavy breaths and curses.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 14, 2018 15:08:40 GMT -5
Oh God, how did Gianna explain complicated gang stuff to a kid? Especially one who wasn’t supposed to know about the gangs.
“No,, I mean I’ve met your brother, and he’s a decent guy, it’s just... it’s complicated. I’m not allowed to be friends with him, I can’t really explain i-“
Gia’s words to the boy were cut off by the sight of a familiar face at the end of the aisle; a furious-looking Cora Hensell, standing with her hands on her hips with furrowed brows. Something in her eyes looked dangerous - very dangerous.
“Gia, what do you think you’re doing?” Cora hissed “that’s Santiago’s little brother, isn’t it? Your uncle is going to just kill you.”
And something told Gianna that those words weren’t a figure of speech. Her uncle wasn’t the kind of guy to give his niece any special treatment, after all.
“Hensell, you don’t have any authority over me, and if you have any sense you won’t tell my uncle about this, or my cousins.”
Cora was approaching closer, looking venomous. Gia looked at Jordie determinedly.
“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll either get out of here right now or you’ll stick close by me.”
She couldn’t see this going well
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Post by robopocalypse on Dec 15, 2018 2:59:34 GMT -5
[ just a friendly btw that I'll be able to reply tomorrow! ]
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Post by infernalfey on Dec 27, 2018 17:11:25 GMT -5
(I’m so so sorry I haven’t replied I’ve been going through some stuff and the holidays were hectic this year. I’ll get my reply posted either today or tomorrow stuff is still hectic around the house I’m sorry >~<)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on Dec 28, 2018 20:43:42 GMT -5
(Ah, it's no big deal. Stuff like that happens ^^)
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